I don’t remember exactly where I came across this text, but I immediately felt that I had to share it and publish on my blog. Many emotions, many facts, most of which continue to go unnoticed in society. It hurts, but reality.
The translation of the original text will be devoid of some emotions and apt words, it is physically impossible to perfectly translate such work into English, because it contains a lot of sarcasm. phraseological techniques that are formed on similarity of Ukrainian and russian languages.
“What’s the fault of the great russian culture?” howl the newly minted russian dissidents regularly, who fled their powerful country on the first flight.
“Oh, the great russian culture is not innocent in anything, as well as good russians. We’ll do something about it,” sympathetic Europeans nod in response.
Dear compassionate Europeans and other connoisseurs of great russian culture (including Ukrainians), today I spent the whole day looking at photos and videos from the liberated towns and villages of the Kyiv region—my native Kyiv region. And here’s what I want to tell you:
Every time, hearing about something great [russian] – beats at the sound [alarm].
Every time you talk about the great russian ballet, I will tell you the story of a young teacher from Brovary who was repeatedly raped in front of her parents and then kidnapped by russian inhumans. About dozens, maybe even hundreds of raped Ukrainian women. Often in front of children. About 15-16-year-old girls from Borodyanka, who were suffered terrible violence by the Kadyrivs. About the bodies of five raped young girls, killed and left right on the road. About this despicable “we’re going to fuck hokhlushek” in intercepts [radio intercepts]. This is what I will tell you in response about the persecuted great russian ballet.
Every time you tell me about great russian composers, I will tell you the story of a girl whose mother died several days in front of her and her little brother in the basement of Mariupol. And then, with the corpse of their dead mother, the children were forced to continue hiding in the basement from shelling. About a boy from Gostomel, in front of whom russian soldiers shot his father. And then they wanted to kill the son as well, but he survived. About a girl who was shot directly in the face. About a kid who ran away with his grandmother in a boat. Grandma drowned. And they have been looking for the boy for almost a month. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response about the persecuted great russian composers.
Every time you tell me about the great russian theater, I will tell you the story of a woman from the Brovary district, from whose house the russian marauders, retreating, removed the metal roof. About tanks and armored personnel carriers of the “second army of the world”, loaded to the brim with looted Ukrainian homes. Stolen phones, tablets, TVs, washing machines, carpets, jewelry, alcohol bottles, pans, clothes, toys, shoes – everything that came across these freaks. About how, after reaching Belarus, they sent the loot to their families in russia in advance. About how stolen goods were traded in Belarusian bazaars. This is what I will tell you in response about the coursed great russian theater.
Every time you tell me about great russian cinema, I will tell you about brutally shot horses in stables in the Kyiv region. About the starving and thirsty animals of the zoo in Yasnohorodka. About the deer skin burned after the explosion. And now the maximum savagery… About the Alabai [Central Asian Shepherd Dog] killed and eaten by the russian invaders. Yes, Alabai. Yes, dog. Yes, eaten. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response about the haunting great russian cinema.
Every time you tell me about great russian literature, I will tell you about dozens of intercepted conversations of russian soldiers with their mothers and wives. Conversations in which there is nothing but “fuck” on “fucking fuck”. Conversations in which wives order what to steal from Ukrainian homes. Conversations where mothers laugh when their little sons tell how their stepfathers rape Ukrainian women. And if you throw out all the words from these conversations, only “hello” and “bye” will remain in them. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response about the persecuted great russian literature.
There is no longer any great russian culture, literature, cinema, painting, theater and ballet. There is a country of freaks, marauders, rapists and murderers. Wild people who have no place in the civilized world!
And let the long-suffering newly minted russian dissidents in the cozy apartments of Berlin, London, Larnaka, Milan, Tbilisi, Astana, Vienna and other temporary shelters follow the route of the russian ship, proudly carrying the great russian culture in their hands!”
Author: Olena Pshenychna (https://www.facebook.com/olena.danko/)
