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Now it is very important to cry and speak out to those who are disparagingly called IDPs - internally displaced persons. Such emptiness for those who have lost their home, family ties, jobs, favorite things, vacation spots, part of their lives. You can find a positive in this, as is often done - that’s why you’re alive. Alive. But somehow half. As if a part of you still remained there in the city, where you knew every path, where among a thousand windows you always found your loved one.
The following is the text in the original language. Who moved us, finally, in what order? Somehow, it seems, the story is about the price. Indeed, we are refugees. Not displaced people, but refugees. Not individuals, but people. We “moved” ourselves, and we ourselves made decisions about “displacement”. They paid for this “relocation” themselves.
And often the payment was not just pennies for transport, so that they could be transported and leave themselves, for a new cabin, for a new life. What’s more, as if we were taking a step towards the future of Ukraine, we paid our doctors in cash to lose the Ukrainian.
Singingly, we brought not only ourselves from the occupation, but much more. It appears that from the ORDLO (the instantly occupied parts of the Lugansk and Donetsk regions) the mustaches left, who, having considered themselves Ukrainian, did not want to accept the Russian light, did not want to be the guarantor of the critical.
I wrote about this very thing in the supplement about the Holy Day holiday in Luhansk region before the war, analyzing today's Russian ghetto.
So today I want to continue this painful topic. Because the time has come to cry yours to us, to cry yours to yourself.
Desolation! What happened to the occupied territories and the people there.
Desolation! This is a terrible word and a terrible action. After Russification, those who, having tried on an embroidered shirt, try on a blouse, and when the time comes, turn the embroidered shirt back in place, will lose. People often accept the rules of greatness. In order to live.
And people also love to play roles, love to put on masks. People are very happy and forget about it. Therefore, Russification is not scary, but it is not Primus, it is false, it is not masks that are forced on people at gunpoint.
Butt? Our whole history is just an example of Primus Russification. We were “puppies”, “pioneers”, “Komsomol members”, and brothers and sisters, he, and many famous, public, patriotic people of Ukraine were members of the communist party. We went to parades, celebrated party orders, and believed in the dawn of a socialist paradise. However, as soon as the cage opened, we flew and flew, getting rid of the ideas imposed on us, idols, mausoleums, kokoshniks and bast shoes.
They Russified us, deprived us of our memory, history, culture, language, forced us to read poets that weren’t ours, to read writers that weren’t ours, but we all turned back to our roots, because we are a nation. Until then, those who live on the territory of Ukraine are those who have no knowledge of language, history, memory, authenticity, roots, knowledge of their ancestors, who will always make a choice between material things and be Ukrainians, this country..
And the axis is devastated, which is much more terrible. When a person loses absolutely everything, the physiological membrane is lost. Such people do not care about their language or where they live; for them, whatever the territory is, it is. Vaughn doesn't understand. Such a person is ready to live with smitty, to be trampled upon, to be humiliated, to live in poverty and not care for anything, with respect for normal life. The melody I can’t yet describe in words. Abo viide rich text. It is possible, if philosophers or psychologists take up the matter.
It’s desolate, if you drive everything into people, to rob them of people. People become empty, without emotions, without empathy, without feelings. Deprived of primary emotions. To these people, as if only yesterday they shouted “we are Russians”, “we want to live in Russia”, today we can live with each other.
Yesterday the stinks shouted that the stinks are Orthodox, and today they are already dancing to shamanic tambourines. The stench is obvious: we don’t know who will drive us away - China or Russia. From the infection, “or not the USA” still lurks, if tomorrow these people have food in American packaging, they will fight for the right to take it.
No, no, no. I reinforce this, because it’s scary, this very critical majority, the same, I want for 10 years the people who opened the doors of the war, died and left ORDLO for Russia.
But in ORDLO there are more and more quiet people who do not remember Ukraine. She doesn’t remember language, history, generous songs, carols, she doesn’t remember anything that happened before the war, because the war is going on in their lives all the time. There are more and more people. Moreover, those who cannot remember immediately confirm that “under Ukraine we lived even worse”.
In ORDLO, not only businesses, land, people have been deprived, there is much more deprived there.
Libraries, museums, creativity. Like under the Nazis, Hitlerism, the occupiers burned Ukrainian books, there were museums, there were any hints about culture, Ukraine, the world. We need to know about it so that people can sense it. Bo we, VPO, were asking about this, but they didn’t even want us a little, because we were carrying knowledge and new things that were traumatic for marriage. People who have never read either Russian or Ukrainian classics know books.
You know how funny it is to read from those who, acting as the heirs of the Russian language, “hedgehog”, “radit”, “soma”, “vapsheto”, “read”. And it’s even more scary to read, “I didn’t study Ukrainian, it was hard for me, we came to Donbass from Astrakhan and they freed me from studying Veal language.”.
In the social media of ORDLO, there is a great discussion about Bulgakov’s books “I haven’t read, but I condemn”, “a drug addict, he wrote his heresy while on drugs, sitting in Kyiv”, “I don’t read stuff like that at all, I can also talk about love, but that’s all nonsense, why. I think that Bulgakov, for all intents and purposes, should be buried in Russia, since the “great Russian writer” wrote about Satan.
Most buyers and collaborators are afraid of historical Ukrainian books and museum exhibits that tell fortunes about Ukraine. Why don't you know anything about the history of Russia, besides television broadcasts?.
The population is absolutely ignorant, illiterate, rude, evil, zadresne. The stinks are already tired of themselves. More food "
Everything has been plundered. All the original paintings were taken to Moscow, and they were replaced with copies. Nowadays, the burial mounds, so-called “archaeological excavations” are carried out in barbaric ways, and the discovered artifacts are exported to Russia, and there their historical value is rewritten, seeing them as “Russian roots of the Slavs-Scythians”.
Bring Russian literature, handicrafts, traditions, kokoshniks and sarafans to the occupied territory. Everything is called Russian. To say “pysanky”, oh my god, it sounds so sassy, \u200b\u200boh my god, it’s through the Russian “i”. Everything is degraded, morality, values. Don’t kill, don’t steal, don’t harm a man or woman… these are just pages of a book, because no one has read it, and they all call themselves “Orthodox”.
There is no homeland, if only the children of the various cultures of the occupation – Buryats, Chechens, Dagestanis, Chinese, Koreans – would not be married...
Women in ORDLO are popular, there is no photocopier, God pay for the child, God alone is the only “father” in the country, maybe.
Desolation! Vipal region. Burnt souls. Let's turn the earth around. If we turn, we will turn, and the axis will turn someone from the people, which is different food. Devastation is another evil of the occupiers. We still don’t understand how terrible it is. Ale from the legacy of devastation that was spent in Ukraine around the time of the SSR, we can still feel.