WhiteLizard
Auto-translated
So, a mini-review of the Omsk Monsteration, as promised. I'll immediately disappoint those who hoped - no one was walking around in syringe costumes, and even the Omsk bird wasn't spotted. But either way, the event was a success)
a crowd of people adequate in their own way
Of course, we didn't go into this alone; we had a prior agreement. Although I only found out about the essence of the event at one in the morning that same day, my resourcefulness allowed me to quickly produce a bunch of posters. The thing is, I had wanted to come to the Monsteration for a long time, but in our city it hadn't worked out for a while. Whether because of the small
Having made our way to the meeting point, we met some architect girls, as well as my classmate as a surprise bonus. Not surprising really; wonderful (and then some) people have always studied here. Since communists were stepping on our heels with wild cries of "FOR THE OUR GLOЯIUS LENIN," the procession had to start early. The posters were handed out and off we went.
When the first participants of the Monsteration started approaching, there were no doubts left - this anti-rally was bound not to be boring. "Omsk - the Motherland of Jellyfish," "Palmolive - my gentle gel," "Raisins - I have rights" - the monsters' imagination seemed limitless.
- Freedom! Equality! Upyachka! - Yakovlev cheered the crowd with a popular slogan.
Making our way to the front of the procession, we exchanged opinions with people and boasted about our posters; all in all, it was fun. The organizer we got was also smart, though he ran out of slogans in two minutes. And then our "jellyfish" and other craziness came into play)) I don't know, but at that moment, delusional slogans were popping into my head one after another, and after a couple of repeats, the anime girls eagerly picked them up, followed by the whole crowd. Does Masha owe you a sock? Re-turn the sock! Like Rainbow Dash? Ponies for president! In short, it's really cool to set the tone) Besides, where else can you shout out so much nonsense? They never did find Valera.
Then we moved on. In the sense of underground) While chanting obvious things like "we're going down carefully" and "we're going underground." The elderly Soviet-style ladies we encountered had quite a few brain freezes, so we had to make our way through a street littered with bricks. There, we were accompanied by shy anarchists.
And then, Theatre Square was ours for an hour. yeeeeaah!
- How many of us are there?
- More than half!
***
Everyone was taking photos, waving posters; someone even brought non-banned soap bubbles, and that was that. So here's our little crew.)
Next on the program was the lambada, a circle dance around the Christmas tree, and a large part of this nonsense was initiated by my classmate o0
And then songs with guitar in the style of Tsoi, the GrOb (Grave/Defence) and bard songs. That's how it was.
Oh yeah, almost forgot, sup, HeroesWorld ;)
p.s. Sorry for all the pics)
p.p.s. June 1st, a soap bubble festival is planned
a crowd of people adequate in their own way
Of course, we didn't go into this alone; we had a prior agreement. Although I only found out about the essence of the event at one in the morning that same day, my resourcefulness allowed me to quickly produce a bunch of posters. The thing is, I had wanted to come to the Monsteration for a long time, but in our city it hadn't worked out for a while. Whether because of the small
Moderated: PROFANITY in the message
sized population, or because of apathy. But finally, everything fell into place. This time, about 150 people gathered.Having made our way to the meeting point, we met some architect girls, as well as my classmate as a surprise bonus. Not surprising really; wonderful (and then some) people have always studied here. Since communists were stepping on our heels with wild cries of "FOR THE OUR GLOЯIUS LENIN," the procession had to start early. The posters were handed out and off we went.
When the first participants of the Monsteration started approaching, there were no doubts left - this anti-rally was bound not to be boring. "Omsk - the Motherland of Jellyfish," "Palmolive - my gentle gel," "Raisins - I have rights" - the monsters' imagination seemed limitless.
- Freedom! Equality! Upyachka! - Yakovlev cheered the crowd with a popular slogan.
Making our way to the front of the procession, we exchanged opinions with people and boasted about our posters; all in all, it was fun. The organizer we got was also smart, though he ran out of slogans in two minutes. And then our "jellyfish" and other craziness came into play)) I don't know, but at that moment, delusional slogans were popping into my head one after another, and after a couple of repeats, the anime girls eagerly picked them up, followed by the whole crowd. Does Masha owe you a sock? Re-turn the sock! Like Rainbow Dash? Ponies for president! In short, it's really cool to set the tone) Besides, where else can you shout out so much nonsense? They never did find Valera.
Then we moved on. In the sense of underground) While chanting obvious things like "we're going down carefully" and "we're going underground." The elderly Soviet-style ladies we encountered had quite a few brain freezes, so we had to make our way through a street littered with bricks. There, we were accompanied by shy anarchists.
And then, Theatre Square was ours for an hour. yeeeeaah!
- How many of us are there?
- More than half!
***
Everyone was taking photos, waving posters; someone even brought non-banned soap bubbles, and that was that. So here's our little crew.)
Next on the program was the lambada, a circle dance around the Christmas tree, and a large part of this nonsense was initiated by my classmate o0
And then songs with guitar in the style of Tsoi, the GrOb (Grave/Defence) and bard songs. That's how it was.
Oh yeah, almost forgot, sup, HeroesWorld ;)
p.s. Sorry for all the pics)
p.p.s. June 1st, a soap bubble festival is planned
За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
