Euphoria mingled with deep sorrow are over the Maidan. Some people are rejoicing and celebrating the victory over the regime, career politicians with fat smiles and steely gleam in their eyes are calculating their future political and economic dividends. The parents of the fallen are burying their young children…

According to an old legend, the one who kills the dragon becomes the one. And now in falsetto exclamations of joy “Yulia!” the features of the old Dragon can be noticed. So again pathos and contempt appear in the ‘falsetto’ hero. He is just squirting with anger at those who dared to stop a motorcade of expensive limousines, carrying his precious body and the body of his situational patroness. Here a leather jacket of a newfound speaker has already covered with dragon scales; he believes that the Maidan has done its draft work and can easily go away…