“And what is the great Russian culture to blame for? What for?” - , the new Russian dissidents, who escaped from their great and powerful country on the first flight, howl regularly. "Oh, great Russian culture is certainly not involved, nor are any good Russians. We will do something about it”.
Heartbroken Europeans nod in response. Dear heartbroken Europeans and other connoisseurs of great Russian culture (including Ukrainians),
Today I watched photos and videos from the liberated cities and villages in the Kyiv region. My native Kyiv region. Bucha. Irpin. Hostomel. Motyzhyn. And here's what I want to tell you:
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 villains. About thousands of raped Ukrainian women, often in the eyes of children. About 15 and 16-year-old girls from Borodyanka who suffered terrible violence from Kadyrov’s animals. About the bodies of five raped young girls who were killed and left on the road. About this abomination - "We will fuck hohlushek" was heard in intercepted communications.
That 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 and her little brother, whose mother died while they were hiding in a basement of Mariupol. Along with the corpse of their dead mother, the children were forced to continue to hide in that basement from the shelling. About a boy from Gostomel, in front of whom Russian soldiers shot his father. They wanted to kill him as well, but he was spared. About a girl who was shot directly in the face. About a boy who ran away with his Grandmother in a boat. His Grandma drowned, and the boy is has not been seen for almost a month.
That is what I will tell you in response about the persecuted great Russian composers!
Every time you tell me about the great Russian paintings, I will tell you about the peaceful Ukrainians shot in the back in the Makariv district. And before they could shoot, the orcs tied their hands. About hundreds of corpses on the streets of Bucha, Irpin, Hostomel. About mass graves in the yards of residential neighborhoods. Until recently, the mass graves of civilians were cozy and safe cities. Mass graves. In the 21st century.
That is what I'll tell you in return about the great Russian paintings!
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 Russian marauders retreated and removed metal tiles. About tanks and armored personnel carriers of the "Second Army of the World", loaded to the brim with stuff robbed in Ukrainian homes. Stolen phones, tablets, TVs, washing machines, carpets, jewellery, bottles of alcohol, pans, clothes, toys, shoes - everything that these freaks could steal. When they got to Belarus, they sent their loot to Russia in advance. About how they sell stolen goods in Belarusian bazaars.
That is what I will tell you in response about the persecuted great Russian theater!
Every time you tell me about the great Russian cinema, I will tell you about the brutally shot horses in the stables in Kyiv region. About the animals of the zoo in Yasnogorodka, frozen by hunger and thirst. About deer skin burned after the explosion. And now the maximum savagery… About the Alabai killed and eaten by the Russian occupiers. Yes, Alabai. Yes, dogs. Yes, eaten.
Here's what I'll tell you in return about the great Russian cinema!
Every time you tell me about the great Russian literature, I will tell you about dozens of interceptions of conversations of Russian soldiers with their mothers and wives. Conversations in which there is nothing but swearing. Conversations in which wives order them to steal whatever they find in Ukrainian homes. Conversations where mothers laugh when their sons tell how their companions rape «hohlushek». And if all swearing are thrown out of these conversations, they will be left with "hello" and "bye".
That is what I will tell you in response to the oppressive great Russian literature!
There is longer any great Russian culture, literature, cinema, painting, theater or ballet. There is a country of bastards, marauders, rapists and murderers. Wild people who have no place in the civilized world!
And long-suffering new Russian dissidents in the cozy apartments of Berlin, London, Larnaca, Milan, Tbilisi, Astana, Vienna and other temporary shelters, let them follow the route of the Russian ship, proudly carrying in their hands the “Great Russian culture!”
Author: #OlenaPshenychna
Translation: Slava Yaroshevych
