"Everything that happened in the Soviet Union happened, even in the most terrible is not described fairy tales - it's a horrible, absurd, prolonged for 70 years horror film: so heavy that we still did not go away from viewing it and did not get used to any other picture we can. You only pay attention: how much is known about the atrocities in the Stalinist camps, about the barges, which, along with the dissidents, flooded, about executions in the workplace, about millions of orphans are the children of the enemies of the people, but, to put it, you who are Volgograd again want Stalingrad to call or to the rallies of the Communist Party come out, which Yeltsin only because he prevented vodka, did not forbid it, and shouted: "Sta-lin! Stal-lin! ". Fools, do you even know that you are shouting? I'll say a terrible thing: even Hitler is better than Stalin! Yes, and although I hate Hitler, I respect him half a gram more, because he did not touch his Germans at all, but this one mowed everyone: Ossetians, Georgians, Russians, Ukrainians. How did he feel that after decades it would be found such as Zyuganov, capable of multi-million people proving that Stalin is more valuable and more valuable than Pushkin, because he did more.

I wanted to be heard! About how the system, which we are still singing and praising, has been poisoning people (at best, it was killing, at the worst, it was forcing others to kill), it's not just necessary to remind oneself - it is necessary! That there was no return to it, so that even this thought does not arise in one's head, that there, at that time, it was good! - Well, what good can it be, when half a country is sitting, and half a country planting?.

Those who planted, by the way, are still alive - those who were sitting, almost died out, and I, whose childhood was ruined, whose birthplace is the most beautiful Kiev - is poisoned and tightly with memories of it connected, how they scattered our family throughout the Union (my father flogged the forest in Kolyma, my mother wandered about the cities and villages, I went around the world as a holocaust), I always spoke and will talk: do not you dare, do not you dare to pine in hell - you need to remember good and not evil!.

All our troubles, by the way, from the fact that we do not remember well. For example, what did those who fought for this Victory win, to whom do they need as a result? Seven or 10 years ago on television, the stories shot in Russia and Germany showed: our old soldier is lying down, without legs, in some corner of the smoky, nearby terrible, ugly prostheses are lying (who only made them?), And then - Munich , a cozy house, flower beds with flowers, sand tracks. According to one of them to his Mercedes, the old man bravely walks - the former Wehrmacht soldier: in life you can not say that he has neither legs! So who won, you ask, are we or are they? Or our comrade Stalin and all the subsequent comrades and gentlemen, who absolutely do not care about the fact that someone lost their health in the war, that they were driving around now in expensive cars and choosing their hours for hundreds of thousands of dollars?.

Us, ragamuffin, hungry, lousy, withered and wretched, in the war years in the republics of Central Asia sheltered. Uzbeks, Kazakhs, Tajiks allowed evacuated to the roofs of their homes, the last cake was shared with them, and now in Moscow their children and grandchildren are not considered people for people, and even in Kiev, I am sure they snort with disgust and this humiliating word "guest workers" "Are called. And why should I ask the Russians - with the "guest workers" for the help the evacuees can not pay off, they can not repay the compensation - from oil money? Are they really not wasted on us then, or does someone think that sweeping the streets and plastering the walls is the only thing that "guest workers" are suitable for? If so, then we, the winners, are no better than the Nazis who divided nations into higher and lower ones-worthy children of the father of nations, whatever one may say.

To give advice on how to live, I do not have the right - after all, I myself do not know.

Anyone and everyone can reproach me for receiving awards, awards and titles in the USSR, that my father was one of the most brutal investigators of the Kiev OGPU, he was sadistically interrogated, money and testimony were knocked out. I can not change my path, nor my biography, but I am convinced that it is impossible to return to the past, and no order, not one in the world, the benefit of a single teardrop of a person insulted by you is not worth it.

I am grateful for what I said, and for being heard, and if the others heard and understood, it means everything was not in vain - our meeting, conversation, and life itself ... "Original.