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Where is my Fatherland, where is my home?
Fatherland, Motherland... Once upon a time, for me, these words were more important and weighty than they mean now, when the country where you were born is called your homeland, but which you easily leave. And not only for me, for millions of people, my former compatriots (who think the same way as me), the concept of Motherland, Fatherland was and will remain the same as it was for us in the USSR. No matter how they try to erase it from us.
Young people who did not live in the USSR do not understand us. No wonder. How do they know what it is? You need to feel this - your country’s care for you. When she is gone, this care is gone, there is no mother, and there is no homeland. The word "Motherland" is directly connected with the mother, with birth. Not with a miscarriage or abortion, but with BIRTH, which in a normal family is accompanied by maternal care. A mother is always a caretaker. This is a normal human, and not a territorial concept - the Motherland, like the mother, is not just a biological vessel from which some biological substance can be obtained. And this is exactly what we all, the older generation, felt in the country in which we lived, in the USSR, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
We were a big family, not just a big country where everyone is on their own. It was not just a country, it was a STATE, in which caring for a person (everyone) was not mere words and declarations. And the state was ALL OF US, and not the people - separately, and the government - separately. The people, the people of labor, were the power. This was reflected in everything - in production, in the country's development plans, in the social sphere (free universal education, medicine), in relations between people - internationalism and equal rights. In particular, ensuring the security of the state was the responsibility of everyone, and not each individual.
This state had an IDEA that gave meaning to the entire life of our society, and each of us individually. This idea was called socialism. The path along which we all moved towards the ultimate goal - communism. It was a goal for which one could live (even endure hardships), since there was something to strive for. It inspired, made life joyful, and gave strength.
The house and family were huge - the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics was not just a Union of disparate and independent states, each living according to its own rules. This Union was the largest country in the world, in which each part of this country was an independent and equal part, but all together were subject to a single rule accepted by everyone, and not imposed by anyone alone. Everyone lived like one monolithic family. This house was warm, cozy, safe. There was confidence in the future.
Now the Fatherland, the Motherland, for me, as for most of my former compatriots, who live like me in small isolated countries, pieces of a once big country, has shrunk not even to their borders, but to the borders of a house, an apartment, a separate family.
I can’t even dare to call Moldova the Fatherland, the Motherland. Sometimes I even doubt that I was born and lived my life here. It took very little time, not twenty years, for me to feel like a complete stranger here. And not just me. All Russians, and not only Russians, feel this way. Just like Georgians, Estonians, Lithuanians, Latvians at home. Ordinary people. I am not talking about those who serve their masters from abroad, and do not serve their people.
Moldovans, Ukrainians, Gagauzians, Armenians, Bulgarians and...in short, it’s impossible to list them all live in Moldova. The country (USSR) was huge, and everyone in it moved freely; there were no borders. And many, after the borders arose, found themselves locked here. That's right, locked. Not everyone could immediately decide and understand what was happening to all of us, and not everyone had the opportunity to take everything and leave it, leave. And where? Chaos and chaos reigned everywhere. In the same Russia. Some went to America, Israel, Europe. But those who remained realized and felt in their own skin that we are not compatriots here, and not even fellow citizens. We are roommates here. Everyone except Moldovans has no rights, and we are STILL tolerated. Just like the Moldovans, those who consider themselves such are still tolerated. Now we have the main ones in power, the Romanians (I call them that because they are not Romanians at all, but Moldovans who abandoned their identity, pleasing their masters, the new colonialists. They were never Romanians, but were the same like us - citizens not of Romania, but of the USSR). We are now living like in a fairy tale about Cinderella: mom died, dad married again, and now the stepmother and daughters run everything in the house, and dad’s beloved daughter has turned into Cinderella. All of us now (who are not Romanians) are Cinderellas.
In my entire life here in Moldova, which is exactly 60 years, almost a century, I have not met a single native Romanian here. Or were they so disguised as Moldovans that it was impossible to understand who was who? And then it suddenly turned out that we were surrounded entirely by Romanians. And suddenly it turns out that they, the Romanians, were oppressed all the way here in Moldova. And now, they supposedly finally feel like human beings and this gives them the right (!) to now oppress others. And even to assert that this territory does not belong to any of us and never did belong to us, we all dreamed about it, which means there is no point for us to raise our heads here and demand anything there. And so that they wouldn’t dare, they silenced everyone with the “state” language (Romanian, which no one ever learned). We all learned Moldavian, and it differs from Romanian not only in that Romanian is in Latin, and Moldavian is in Cyrillic. They have different vocabulary, and in general, it’s not the same thing.
And so I think, why was this all invented? So that while all the fuss is going on, while there are debates about which language needs to be learned and which not, they, these Romanians, quietly occupy all the leading positions in power (for this they carried out a coup with the hands of our children), so that no one else I couldn’t even get close to this peak, I couldn’t influence anything in this country. No one will have time to learn Romanian after them anyway. So we, former compatriots, have no chance left to somehow declare ourselves and demand something. And now it doesn’t matter whether you know Romanian or not. It is only needed to read on the label what you are eating and how to take the medicine. It is not needed for anything else, for people like me, like most of us.
This is how they threw us out of the life of this country. We can’t even be patriots now, since we have no country, no state, no rights here. Neither the Moldovans, nor the Russians, nor all the others. Well, those who opposed this injustice most of all had one answer: Suitcase-station-Russia! If it were up to me, I would put everything in this suitcase - houses, factories, vineyards, orchards, farms, ponds, palaces, museums, universities, the airport, the train station, and trains - everything that we all built here together would leave the bare steppe. Is it possible to put this in a suitcase? Since then we have been sitting on suitcases that will soon become completely empty. But I was once a patriot of Moldova and had no intention of leaving anywhere, even when I was invited. It was in great demand. I would leave now, but who needs me now? Pensioner.
In the USSR, patriotism was as natural as air. It was easy to be a patriot of a big country where everyone was like one family. A patriot is someone who has both rights and responsibilities, is inspired and feels pride in his country. I, by inertia, remained in Moldova, still felt this way, and extended my patriotism to it, the country where I lived. Now this country where I live is no longer even the Motherland for me, let alone the Fatherland, Patria in Moldavian (the word patriotism comes from this word with a Latin root).
By all indications, Moldova is my homeland. I was born here, lived my whole life, my children were born and raised here, my parents lived here most of their lives. And it wasn’t just that we all lived here as parasites. They worked, built, and made this region prosperous. But we are strangers here now. Superfluous, parasites, almost the first in the line of enemies. After all, my parents are Russian and I am Russian. And who is being vilified the most here now? Who is the younger generation growing to hate? To Russia, to the Russians. To those who stood at the head of the socialist formation of our Fatherland. So it turns out that I was a patriot of a country where I am an outcast. And not only I, a Russian, everyone else who has not become slaves of capital and does not share the ideology of “Europeanization” (colonization) are outcasts.
How can I not remember the USSR, how can I not attach my soul to what made my life full of meaning and joy? And am I the only one?
In the USSR we could call ourselves differently: Russians, Moldovans, Ukrainians, Azerbaijanis, but abroad we were called in one word - Soviet. Sometimes they were called “Russians”, but in this name, “Russians”, there was nothing offensive for a Moldovan or Uzbek, just as for a German, Chinese, Jew living in America, there is nothing offensive in the fact that they are called Americans if they have in hand is a US citizen passport.
Likewise, for Soviet citizens who were not of Russian nationality, there was nothing humiliating in being called “Russians.” Now this is almost blamed on the Russians, Russia, and nationalists in the former Soviet republics.
The USSR was often associated with Russia, because on the world map it occupied the lion's share of the territory of the USSR; all other republics (now separate countries) were practically invisible on the world map (as now, neither Moldova, nor Lithuania, nor Latvia, nor Estonia , neither Georgia nor Azerbaijan - no offense to them, they are lost on the world map, not noticeable, in comparison with the territory of Russia). This determined the fact that many (abroad) did not go into details, but called everyone “Russian”. This characterized only them, those who did not bother with knowledge of geography. Their ignorance of the fact that there are small nations and small republics within the USSR characterized only them, but not Russia, as a country that enslaved small peoples.
Among other things, the Russian language was (and remains to this day) the language of interethnic communication throughout the USSR. And even now, when the USSR does not exist, people from all these republics communicate in Russian with each other, and not in English or Spanish. And even those who criticize both Russians and do not want to recognize the Russian language in their country communicate with each other precisely in it - Russian. How do Latvians talk with Moldovans, and with Estonians, Lithuanians, and Georgians with all of them? Russian is one of the few languages in the world that is rightfully considered international, like English or Spanish. And the claims to the Russian language, as a language that is being imposed on someone, look very strange. There are no questions about why English, French, and Spanish are spoken in other countries of the world, and not just in Great Britain, France and Spain. But where Russian was, for centuries, the language in which the entire population freely communicated, a ban was suddenly imposed. Isn't this discrimination against the population?
For some reason, neither Moldavian nor Romanian received such an honor (to become a language of international significance) like Russian. There's probably a reason for this. And it's on the surface. Not because these languages are bad, but because very few people on the planet speak them. But now from the Russian language in Moldova, as well as from the Russians, as well as from Russia, they are trying to make a scarecrow that can be beaten, burned and abused over all this. And this is very easy to do with those Russians who do not live in Russia (it is huge, and you can’t kill Russia with a spit from Moldova). To mock the Russians on one’s own (albeit tiny on a planetary scale) territory is a completely different matter.
But let’s go back to those times when a Moldovan could be called “Russian” abroad. Who could be offended by this? Only a narrow-minded person who did not understand everything I said above. There have always been very few such people, in the USSR everyone was educated enough to know what the reason was and why this could happen, geography was taught and taught well. In addition, internationalism was instilled from an early age as one of the universal human values, as the most important of these values, national diversity was a seasoning for the “main dish”, and not the “dish” itself. Therefore, it was not clear to people like me where this terry nationalism suddenly came from both in Moldova and in the Baltic countries.
Russians, Jews, Moldovans, Armenians, Georgians, Tatars, Kazakhs, Uzbeks, Ukrainians, Kyrgyz, Azerbaijanis, Belarusians, Latvians, Estonians, Lithuanians and others, others, others (a huge number of different nations and nationalities lived in the USSR) - we were all Soviet citizens. At the same time, no one lost their identity, their tribal characteristics. And this did not bother anyone; on the contrary, it was wonderful - equal among different people. For all of us, any achievements, any successes, as well as any troubles - all this was common. That is why our country was so strong and powerful. It was impossible not to feel her mighty power; everyone felt this power, and everyone possessed it. From this feeling of strength, everyone felt protected, so they lived calmly and happily. Where is this peace and happiness now?
A clear confirmation that everything was different in the USSR than in other countries of the world is the Great Patriotic War. It’s strange for me to even talk about this, but I am convinced that many people now cannot even comprehend this. I mean the young, those who did not live in the USSR and do not know how we lived, as if we had arrived from Mars. They listen more to someone else than to their own loved ones, those who actually lived, every day, in the USSR, and not somewhere, no one knows where. But now they listen more to other people’s uncles and aunts and to what the propagandists of a “bright” European future are broadcasting and to those who disparage our past, betraying their own. To those who promise milk rivers and jelly banks in the European Union, which is falling apart like a leaky trough. And where the peoples of Europe are trying to get out of.
Surprisingly, even some Russians living in Russia, like those who live here on the territory of the former Soviet Union, prefer Datura, and do not want to see or know the truth, although they live side by side with their parents, grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Although they cannot help but know and see what their once prosperous republics and countries have become. They never learned to observe, analyze, or get to the truth on their own. They prefer to just open their mouths and swallow whatever is given, indiscriminately, without thinking about the consequences. We, too, at one time swallowed several pills that Gorbachev slipped us. We still suffer from indigestion, angina pectoris, and other diseases that will soon lead to death.
But let's return to the war.
Why was World War II called differently for Soviet citizens than for everyone else in the world? Why is it remembered, and to this day its heroes are honored as the heroes who fell in the Great Patriotic War? This can hardly be understood by anyone who lives in any other country in the world, where there was no such state, where there was no attitude towards it as a Fatherland, and it is unlikely that those generations who are brought up in the spirit of liberal values, where there is no single there is responsibility for everyone and there is no unity in anything, where everyone is for himself.
In that war, ALL citizens of the USSR, as true patriots of their Fatherland, stood up as one to defend their home, their Motherland. There was not one standing aside. And that’s the only reason we managed to defend it. The only country, the USSR, unlike all European countries, was able to repel aggression in this war, the only one that was not completely occupied, was not enslaved. Where else, in which European country, of those that were subjected to the aggression of Nazi Germany, did this war become general, became popular, became the Patriotic War? Nowhere. It turns out that nowhere in these countries did people feel united, a single people - from top to bottom? Only the partisans fought, those who could not see themselves or their loved ones as someone’s slaves. But what could they do alone? They could not defeat the enemy. That is why these countries lost their independence and surrendered, one after another. And they had to be freed, not by anyone, but by the Soviet people. If it weren’t for us, if it weren’t for the USSR, all of Europe would be under the yoke of one country, Germany. All. And this is a fact that cannot be kept silent or hidden. Unless, just lie, lie and lie, and force those who don’t want to know anything to believe it.
Do you know WHAT united all the peoples in the USSR and what did not exist anywhere else? What was the FATHERLAND for the Soviet people? Not a territory, not a nation, not a country, it was SOCIALISM. It was a fair social system, built on the principles of equality, in the broadest sense of the word, true, not false, freedom, giving equal opportunities to everyone. Soviet citizens had something to fight for! If they lost their independence, they would lose everything! Even if they preserved their territory, even if they preserved their homes, they would have lost what made the Soviet people unique, the only ones on planet Earth. What is a NATION, a NATION STATE, compared to being a HUMAN?
SOVIET PEOPLE ACROSS THE ENTIRE TERRITORY OF THE USSR WERE FIRST OF ALL PEOPLE, AND ONLY THEN NATIONS AND PEOPLE
This is exactly what it was - the Motherland, the Fatherland. And not Russia or any other republic. This is what made our country, from edge to edge, a FATHERLAND. FOR EVERYONE. For Kazakhs, Kalmyks, Russians, Azerbaijanis, Georgians, Armenians, Moldavians-and all-all-all. Therefore, they had something to fight for all, regardless of their national focus. It was one hand that gathered all its fingers into a fist when it took to hit to protect the whole body.
There are people who understand this. But there are not many of them, otherwise it would not have happened to what happened to all of us and those who have already become a victim of new aggression, new wars, new suffering. And there is no now, as it was not before, such countries, of such fatherland, which was ours - the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
I give one interview here: “Romanian gold is the teeth of my mother and my dad,” as an illustration of which Soviet people fought against the Great Patriotic War. Now we are in a state of defeat in a new war unleashed against us, a war without a name. We have lost our fatherland in our heads, but not in our hearts. And the Fatherland will be lively, while the memory of the heart lives, which means there is hope that it is temporary, not forever. As we once retreated, but then we won, so now - the war is not over. And the winner has not yet been defined. Therefore, so they are now trying to destroy us both physically and mentally: lies, ruin, dispersing along different edges and weights, hiding on each other, so that, God forbid, we do not unite again!