To Find The Right Square

By Ilya Milyukov

For the first time in his life, the protagonist decided to go to a rally.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ilya Milyukov
• Release date: Jul 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463725429

Ilya Milyukov

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To Find The Right Square

Published by Ilya Milyukov at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Ilya Milyukov

Chapter 1

Yeah, there’re really not so many people here, I thought again, still looking at the square. There’re, I guess, more police here, than people. Okay, maybe they’ll show up later, occurred to me, and I began going down through the steps.

These steps, as always, seemed slippery to me. I put my hand on the railing and tried stomping quieter, started thinking about all that one more time. A rally. I never wished to go to a rally, as I remember myself. I always thought, that it is nothing except a waste of time. I was always sure, that they, rallies, solve nothing ever. And even a year ago I couldn’t imagine, that some day I will take part in some rally. But this moment I’m directing there, although I’d love to do something else at home or in the country, and I’m almost one hundred per cent sure, that this exact rally will not solve something, judging by the number of people above.

I turned to the right, and began stepping faster, because this corridor was, as always, almost empty. On the other hand, now I’m sure that I must be at this rally, even if only two people come there. Because this war already lasts for three years, and, if to think about it, not for three, but for already eight. And these guys did absolutely right, when they decided to demonstrate against it. I’m also tired of this war, and I also want to demonstrate against it. My friends aren’t tired of it yet, but I am. And here’s this hostage crisis else. Who then wouldn’t lose his patience? That’s right, nobody.

I made a few more steps up the stairway and got out of the underground passage. The sun was still brightly shining along the broad boulevard and was providing a yellow light to the whole square. I stood with my back to it and took a look around.

The people still were near the Library, and it really became more of them, at least, this seemed to me. It also seemed to me, that almost all or even all of them were young people, my coevals or even younger, and I don’t see anyone of those grandmas, who love to hanging out in some communist get-togethers, or even middle-aged men and women. And the police cars were still here, and it was still too many of them. Three bobiks, one patrol six and one truck. Okay, hell with them.

I quickly headed straight through the lighted warm asphalt. The colorful clothes of the standing people were coming close, and a few moments later I approached them. Yes, that’s right. Young women and young men, part of them are surely students, and several ones even looked like schoolgirls and schoolboys.

– Hello, – uttered I.

Some voices said Hi in response. I noticed by my peripheral vision, that a couple of figures joined us from the left. I peeked there, but didn’t see, who they were. Well, maybe I can meet here somebody I know yet. Maybe, he or she is already here, and is not going after me. I looked over the crowd one more time. No, I don’t think so. I don’t know anybody of these young, handsome and, no doubt, quite brave young people.

– What time is it? – loudly asked somebody.

I instinctively glanced at my wristwatch.

– Two minutes, – they answered on my right.

– Okay, it’s time, I guess. Those, who have the banners, raise them, – that was told from the left side again.

– Let’s face to the cops, – offered another guy not so loud.

– Okay, – agreed the previous one.

Everybody started turning ninety degrees to the right and leave the right half of the square at the same time. Five or seven demonstrators passed by me in the opposite direction. Some people were messing behind my back. I also hastened to make a few steps towards the underpass, because it crossed my mind, that, as I have got no banner or sign, I shouldn’t stand in front of those ones, who have them and block. All those maneuvers were lasting about half a minute more, and then we stood still. I found myself between a tall thin guy on the left, small girl on the right and a couple of heavily breathing young individuals behind me. The sun was reflecting from the factory windows and kept blinding my