But if you look at it as if it's theater, not circus, then a really sweet interlude are the Krishnaite guys passing by with their chanting and accordion music every now and then.

A dozen or so of them, they are wrapped in loose gowns, but wear regular jackets on top of that, as well as regular woolen hats. Parts of their legs are too visibly bare, which must feel very uncozy, but they don't show it and march on, happy and carefree, past the poor election men and women who have to stand in their tents or by the side of the road, waving their flags, breathing really bad Khreshchatyk air all day.

Everyone stares at the Krishnaites, even the cops.

And it's very strange to realize that there are still people in this country who are not running for parliament, who are not marching around in a group to draw attention to a politician or a party, but simply because they feel like it.