Three years have passed since the "Russian spring", but many immigrants from the mainland on the third or fourth day of their stay in Sevastopol, it seems that they got into the times of their youth, in the 90s. And the more they are here and understand the city's problems, the more they are surprised by what is happening around them, writes Igor Streletsky on the portal primechaniya.

The most striking feature of those troubled times is the sea of ??street vendors at each stop of transport, which spread knitted socks, greens, old books, smoked fish, radish and early strawberries on the rows of cardboard boxes in the aisles.. For many Sevastopol street trading is the only means of survival, and therefore the style of communication with the buyer is often intrusive, and conflicts with competitors - evil and fleeting.

Another noticeable detail, unusual for the indigenous Sevastopol - semi-noble kind of "brothers" in the worn out training suits, with a characteristic non-local dialect and causing an aggressive manner of communication.

Settlers-intellectuals come here, but, realizing that the city of their aspirations is not only sung by the movies and books of Sevastopol architecture and historical heritage, they are increasingly coming back. In Sevastopol, there is less and less need for qualified personnel - the locals who have become out of competition sometimes survive, even with competencies. And the cost of housing with scanty wages, by the standards of the mainland, is steadily approaching the Moscow. But migrants, including residents of Uzbekistan, Armenia and Tajikistan, willing to huddle in basements and trailers, live for ten people in a summer cottage, clearly prefer the warm climate of Sevastopol.

The indigenous inhabitants of the city are unaccustomed to tough and constant disassembly of industrial and coal mining areas, but the police are surprisingly calm and relaxed about the ever growing roll of settlers with a troubled past and even more turbid.

In the city - a construction boom, and unpretentious to the quality of the labor of local developers give them a clear preference for the indigenous people due to lack of rights, significant savings on taxes and social benefits. Low quality of work does not bother them: apartments by the sea will still be bought out by residents of the northern regions of Russia. Or come from Ukraine, saving their capital from confiscation for the needs of the ATU.

Not immediately noticeable for visitors, but a close and sick for local residents issue of the "deriban" of the earth literally blew up the city at public hearings on the General Plan. Even the most apolitical residents of private homes were ready to take to the streets and block off roads, discovering that the land under their only dwelling could become very desirable for developers of high-rise buildings due to a change in the permitted use.

Another sign of the land redistribution - the fences that arise here and there, like mushrooms after the summer rain, fencing the places of "sealing" building with high-rise buildings, sometimes cause a stormy reaction of the surrounding residents with collective protests. But not backed up by the effective reaction of the government and law enforcement structures of the city, they are only occasionally, in the case of absolutely frank inconsistencies with documents and indecision of the developer, are able to stop the growth of cancer tumors in high-rise buildings, shops and outbuildings.

And quite in the spirit of many forgotten nineties, former Ukrainian, and now Russian "masters of life" in the city, invested money from the lands of Sevastopol in the construction of endless lurid dacha with indispensable chapels and crosses.

All this is indifferently watched by temporary officials of the government brought from the mainland into the incomprehensible and alien to them Sevastopol, anxious by some of their own plans, far from the needs of the city and the population.

And the hero city of Sevastopol in the conditions of the "merger of the strong with the strong", uncontrolled population growth and the chronic absence of stable jobs are increasingly rolling in the days of "shooters", "showdowns", "rotten cops" and lawlessness. Apparently, in order to really enter the modern legal field of Russia, he will first have to pass the middle of the dashing 90-ies of the XX century to the full.