It seemed that the theme "about language and mova" was already so "spoiled", that once again it was raised even lazily and on the verge of bad taste. But here the forgotten Ukrainian rock idol Oleg Skrypka expressed out loud what a fair percentage of Ukrainians really think, and it was raced!. The word "ghetto" used by the singer aroused the sleeping nightmares of hundreds of thousands of "linguistic" people, took a solid place alongside the "junta" and the "crucified boy" in the lexicon of "superfluous chromosomes" behind the curb, in general, the "shit crap on the fan" was a success.

I write these lines on the train "Kiev - Odessa". At the next table, a pair of typical "nostalgists" pensioners are thumbed by Gordon Boulevard, where two headlines adjoin: an editorial columnist's ranting about whether Skrypka had the right to send those who could not learn Ukrainian to the ghetto, Then rtskodemokrata about their great front - the anti-Putin campaign "I'm sick!". "Coincidence? I do not think so!" (C). Absolutely not a coincidence.

Frightened by Skrypko, heterogeneous gordons and gorodonchiki live in a different world than we, modern Ukrainians (Ukrainians of any ethnic origin - as for me, clarification is superfluous, this has long been an obvious "basic level," but once we talk about an audience unable to understand the Ukrainian language, Then all have to chew as for the feeble-minded, forgive me generously normal readers). We have our own country, it has its own life - cultural, political, economic, has its own capital. Still this country is waging war with the neighboring backward, slipping into complete Soviet marasmus, but still large and not completely ruined (although the process has gone) by the empire. Outside of our country is a big world, modern, globalized, very complex and dynamic. It has its poles - the poles of progress in Western Europe and North America, the poles of backwardness and regression in North Korea, DR Congo and in the above-mentioned just above "Northern Nigeria". In this scale of comparison, our country is so far far from the role and place that we would consider adequate for ourselves, for a couple of decades it has fallen behind even the closest neighbors behind the western border - and we are working hard to overcome this gap, sometimes for Of inspiration looking back to the east for the curb, to the "Rutskomir" long ago left behind - purely so, to neigh over the miserable and their ridiculous ambitions.

Exaggeration? Let's take a look at this very action, "Tired!" - the pride of all rutsko position. So, Russians are fed up with their dictator (the same one whom they themselves "dazzled from what was" and more recently adored by all their hundred two percent of voters - well, who will remember the old ...). And what are the indignant rtskodemocrats doing? What is he, the vaunted "Russian rebellion," in all its senselessness and ruthlessness? O horror, shaking the frightened Kremlin - they are writing a letter! ! ! To whom? Correctly - to him, to the dictator. The one who "Tired!". And ask him nizhayshe - no, do not even leave, do not think bad! He's just being asked-oh, what bravery! - not to advance at the next election ... That is, all the pathos and the whole front is poured into an eternal form - the petition for the Tsar-Batyushka. And it would be okay if they complained about some boyar - so they complain to Tsar-Father! To Him! They beg you to play the richest one more year and then, the honor to know a little ... And do not even feel the pitiful absurdity of what is happening! What can you do, the superfluous chromosome - it is an extra chromosome, it as though binds much to ... However, the local authorities contrive even this absurdity to outdo: the complainants who dared to submit to the Tsar-Batyushka a low-flown petition, for this "front" are still arrested, just like For present "malicious intentions," deriving what is happening from the level of the standard Russian dostoevshchina to the level of Kafkaian itself ... Can you imagine how we are sitting on the Maidan and compose a petition letter to Shapkokrad asking not to be promoted next time?. What, do not you have enough imagination? That's the same ... However, we still have our own culture of writing letters to monarchs - and the Cossacks from Repin's picture, whom we can justly imagine on the Maidan, together with us amicably neighing "Putin's anti-Putin petitions" ... So with all our Local abominations and difficulties, we are separated from the "zaporebrika" by decades, if not centuries, by another political culture, and the line of disengagement in Donbas, which our fighters hold at the cost of their lives, is quite a civilizational barrier, where Huntington.

In other areas, our progress is not so striking, and the difference is not so obvious (although all the same, the Yuzhmashovskoye missiles do not fall due to import substitution, he-he, and the remnants of our fleet do not drown, accidentally "moved "Sheep breeders ...), but even where we are behind - we are behind the leaders, and have long compared ourselves with them, and not with neighboring Skolenvstan. Our corruption is incomparably higher than in Sweden or Britain - and we compare ourselves to them, from this comparison we are angry at ourselves and with those who have been chosen for our own sake, and not comforted by comparison with the Congo. Our missiles are lagging behind the projects of Ilona Mask, and Antonov is losing to Boeing - behind them and we are chasing, as we can, and do not look back at neighbors whose cruise missiles from the Caspian flew with an accuracy of plus or minus three states, and the first The launch of the Tomahawk trampov became the Independence Day of the Russian Federation - from this day nothing depends on it in the world ... So things in our world. But not in the world of gordons and mandrels. There, in this musty little place in the world, in this real cultural ghetto, everything is completely different. They do not even try to orient themselves on leaders, take their place in modern civilization, try to find a suitable niche in a globalized world for themselves. There we are - hopelessly and forever behind the province, the world capital - Moscow, the whole culture is done in the "White Stone", and the only yardstick of recognition is the invitation to this capital - first on tour, and if very hard, then for permanent residence. In the world of gordons and drills you do not need to learn English, you do not need to compete with really strong ones, you do not need to create either your original, primary, or even secondary (that is, adapted from the primary Western). It is enough to work for a superprimary superfluous chromosomal audience, selling and feeding its provinciality to it - in variants of "amusing khokhlovs" a la Serdyuchka, "Odessa color" in the style from Babel to Gozman, and so on, the trail track, in which at the beginning stood the tragic genius Gogol, and in the end - all sorts of incompetent medallions and wisps. The farther away, the deeper isolation of the rucnikomir from modern civilization ensures that even the smallest frogs croaking on the "common" will be large enough on the scale of a single drying up moor of a dying empire.

And in this world, any event, the most miserable, for example, tragicomic in its primordial absurdity, the "Tired!" Action, is important and significant - the same event that happened in the metropolis! In the capital! In their metropolitan country, long ago already alien and far away for us, Ukrainians. And an interview courtesy of one of the "older brothers" is an honor for their provincial boulevard, even in his native "Snow-covered Nigeria" this "big brother" pulls a maximum on a sad clown, and all their "revolutionary actions" do not even draw On Saturday entertainment hangouts pravosekov in the backward Ukrainian district center.

The characteristic underside of this ghetto-boulevard world is the pathological, literally animal hatred for everything truly Ukrainian, and above all the Ukrainian language.

Wretched provincial gordonchiki are particularly keenly aware of their inadequacy and insignificance alongside those who are proud of their country, their people, their language and culture. Successful Ukrainians who (like Skrypka) did not need to lick their success at the price of admiration for the "Great Russians" who have something to offer in the "cultural market" except for their provinciality, do not fit into the picture of the mandrels and gordons, moreover they create the whole picture Just a murderous scale of comparison, the scale in which the squalor of our Russian-language cultural ghetto becomes impossible to hide. Entered the global level - it means that you were recognized in the English-speaking world. Not global, working on the scale of your country - ok, make a Ukrainian product. Russian language and most importantly - local "marginal" product in this language simply does not have a place in modern Ukraine, and hence it does not have a place for all gordons and mandors. In Muscovy, they are not so happy without the accompanying Ukrainian market and the revenues from it, in the miserable poor market of "zarerebrikov" and their desire to earn enough ... The small Russian-language culture of "Little Russia" is gradually dying along with the "Little Russia" itself - and desperately clings to Its cozy ghetto. And strives to drag all of us into this ghetto. Here then in the course and goes a blatant lie about those who "could not learn Ukrainian". There simply does not exist. No, and there can not be a person who meets the minimum criteria of mental health, and for a quarter of a century is not able to at least minimally, at the level of "your little I understand," to learn a foreign language, especially "brotherly", from the same Language family. There are only people who do not want to understand this language.

These people banal consider themselves above us - "Khokhlov". They call our language "Zhlobsky", "Selyansky", "Bandera". From the "height" of their provincialism in the backward from the entire world, the initially isolating superfluous chromosomal culture consider themselves to be a "superior race", representatives of the "metropolis" among the "provincials" - and they hate everything that does not fit into this hopelessly obsolete colonial paradigm. Between each other, they silently and angrily hiss about the "imaginary crests," and publicly mastered the rhetoric of the West, hated by them - with references to human rights, the protection of cultural minorities and other values ??that are deeply forbidden in their beloved Skolenvstan.

Skrypka uncovered a purulent abscess, in the depths of which all these gordons, mandibles and other piles. The discussion raised by him makes us stop playing in tolerance where it is not at all relevant, and finally dot the "and". It's time to understand: someone will definitely be in the ghetto. Either we are Ukrainians, who will again be driven first to the cultural ghetto, and then to political occupation, or else local Rutzkomirians will be in the ghetto, "unable" to master our language in a quarter of a century. Either - or the third is not given. You can still play around in the "now not to the time", pull with the language laws, wait for a more favorable situation at the front and so on - this is a matter of tactics. But we need to understand that sooner or later the choice will have to be made to each of us.

Each of us must decide for ourselves who has a place in the ghetto - us, modern Ukrainians, or else hopelessly behind in the development of "linguistic". And take the appropriate position. We are not talking about the rejection of the native language, the violent Ukrainization in the domestic sphere, and so on - the author of these lines is the native Kyivan, my first language was Russian, and as you can see I have not forgotten it. With many friends, including comrades-in-arms on the Maidan and the front, I speak Russian, and I'm not going to refuse - it's our personal business with them. It's about something else - about how long we will consider normal to treat with contempt for the Ukrainian language and culture? All the ritual about "I can not learn" is just a smoke screen that covers disrespect and hatred. You do not need to change their language - just learn to understand each other. For some reason it is considered obvious that we all have to understand Russian, but here the mandrels and gordons living among us are not obliged to understand the Ukrainian. Why? Because Russian - the language of "metropolis", and Ukrainian - "colony"? Well, then we will remain a colony just as long as we tolerate this attitude to ourselves and justify it. Without cultural deoccupation, our political deoccupation will remain a "temporary deviation from the general line," and will never be fixed as the final historical fact.

So - "the same suits Skrypka".

Learn Ukrainian at least at the level of understanding without translation - and I am ready to defend your right to use Russian as the protected language of an ethnic minority in modern European Ukraine. Do not want to? Pack a suitcase. In the Ghetto. In hell. Over the curb.

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