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Folk stands
11: 0022.11.2014
About how fellow countrymen dig trenches, waiting for an attack by Russian soldiers, writes a resident of Mariupol Lyudmila Chaika.
Even children participate in the surrounding the boundaries of concrete hedgehogs, painting them with crayons.
Lyudmila is interested in how she sleeps at night to those who urged Putin to bring troops into Ukraine.
- Appeal of a resident of Mariupol to the Russians !!! Good morning, Russians!
How did you sleep, my Russian friends? Are you calm in cities? Ukrainian tanks are not trying to break into your streets?
Your children do not sleep in the basements, hiding from the bombing? You do not go out to dig trenches to protect your homes from the aggressor? Is everything calm for you? And the conscience?
Recently, some kind of ugly feeling has arisen in relation to those Russian Internet Frusmen, which, to put it mildly, distanced from the events in Ukraine and endlessly write about what they ate for dinner, how they had a rest or how they were well worried about sports (I emphasize exclusively about it).
You read another such post and you want to wash your hands. And after all, this is not about frank scumbags, but about quite decent people who either do not want to particularly delve into the details of the tragedy that unfolds in a neighboring country through the fault of the state in the territory of which they live, or .. what?!
Perhaps they unconditionally believe the official media? Yes, no. Even according to their answers, some comments shows that everything is in order with their heads.
But what with the conscience, I do not understand. Where is human compassion, including those close to those whose relatives have long been returning from Ukraine to Russia for the 200 weight?
Where is the shame for your state? Where, in the end, is fear for the future of your country?
You can, of course, having known as a incorrigible cynic, hiding behind the formula “My hut from the edge, I don’t know anything”, but what is actually happening with the soul of a person who, knowing the terrible truth, not only does not go to rallies, does not stand in single pickets, as those Russians do for whom honor and dignity have not become an abstract concept, but even afraid or does not want to discuss this topic?
Of course, everyone is free to decide how to dispose of the time allotted to him and you may think that evil will not affect you personally?
You think so in vain. Evil has already touched you.
Someone from the Great once said: "To see injustice and remains silent-this means to participate in it yourself."
Russian tanks on the approaches to Mariupol! Speak this phrase out loud those who still believe in the fairy tale about "militias", the DPR and the LPR.
You understand that concrete hedgehogs were made the other day there, in Mariupol. They were made and established by civilians.
Not a junta, not the Western Bandera, but the Russian -speaking residents of Mariupol, Russian -speaking Ukrainians!
It was established, because they waited that from the day to day they would come to “liberate” the regular army of the Russian Federation along with the Kadyrovites and other vultures, who gained experience to kill, destroy and rob from the time of the Chechen war.
You supporting this massacre. On concrete hedgehogs, color drawings. These are youth and the children tried.
Probably hoped that the evil uncles, seeing them, in some magical way. Do not like it.
I don’t know how many tanks these white birds and yellow-blue flowers can stop, but I know that those who painted them, those who threw work and study and drove out of town, all of them, from schoolchildren to pensioners, will fight beyond their city!
PS Right now, at 1:30 in the morning, Mariupol residents die! They are killed by Russian soldiers, firing by artillery.
How do you sleep, Russians?