They will continue the conversation that started before us for a long time, they will continue it after us, and maybe even after they cut their tongues. Priests of speech - storytellers from completely different times, - without fear of losing time, almost fearlessly; In the background of the momentary excitement - during a brief ending, or at least endlessly, - parallel to the bloody raid of some peaceful demonstration, - during a momentary drop out of the joints of history, without any connection with time, completely untimely. When the term of action expires, they will say "revolution", they will think of the place of action - in the Bastille prison, in the Winter Palace, in Tbilisi, or in the overflowing Tahrir Square. 1789? 1917? 1989? 2011? What does it matter...