Bomb and mom

What I hate most is the atomic bomb. Of course, not American, but ours. I’ve also heard a lot about the American one, but I don’t feel close to it. Not my own. Of course, Hiroshima and Nagasaki are not such simple hacks. But in Tokyo, if anyone knows, even more people were killed by simple, old-fashioned bombing. One Japanese Minister of Defense, already in recent times, even argued that the Americans saved many thousands of Japanese lives with their atomic bombs, hastening the inevitable surrender and making new victims unnecessary.

Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not, let the Japanese and Americans sort it out without us. But if closer to our affairs, then I feel our bomb not only with my brains, but also with all the internal secretion organs. Nothing more disgusting, deceitful and wasteful than domestic nuclear weapons has ever been created in the world - and it could not have been.

Let's start with the fact that everything, from the first shovel of frozen soil to the last drop of top-secret “heavy water,” was created, adjusted and embodied by slaves - with the exception of what was taken from the Germans and stolen from the Americans. The Berlin fires were still smoking, the victors were still scrubbing their ceremonial boots, and beyond the Urals, on seven dashing winds, slaves in black robes with pickaxes and wheelbarrows began to create the magical industry of the coming centuries. The construction of new pyramids was supervised by a man whose name is worse than King Herod - Lavrentiy Beria. Unthinkable money was spent on the bomb, taken from a poor, hungry, bloodless people. But exactly how much was spent will forever remain unknown, since the very question “how much?” was a criminal, they shot him for it.

My mother became a widow at the age of 26, but she did not believe the funeral until the end of the war. Therefore, while waiting for my father, I bought the “Lights of Moscow” perfume, although I spent it a drop a week. And then I stopped buying. I lost my faith. This coincided with the beginning of the Soviet bomb, which I later easily calculated. The war took away my mother’s husband, and the bomb took away her hope. There were millions like my mother. Millions of young widows in quilted jackets and without a future - who can say that we did not generously pay for such a wonderful bomb?

We didn't need this bomb for nothing. No one encroached on our treasures. The bomb was not used to scare off enemies as much as it was to instill fear in friends. The main thing for us was that occupation socialism flourished and grew stronger, that the East Germans did not cling to the Western Germans, that the Poles stayed away from the French, and that Stalin be the great leader of the peoples of the whole world. Half the planet, the mustachioed man categorically disagreed.

Under Stalin’s arm, parasitic rabble from all continents swarmed - from the bloodthirsty Korean idiot Kim Il Sung to obsequious and greedy Europeans like the Frenchman Maurice Thorez or the Italian Palmiro Togliatti, heroes of the remote Resistance, who fought the entire war in the state dachas of the elite Moscow region.

Our bomb ensured the protection of Poland from the Poles, and Matthias Rakosi (who now remembers this stupid, forgotten scoundrel?) from the Hungarians. Our bomb was never a sword in a soldier's trench. From the very beginning it was conceived as a Vokhrov machine gun on a camp tower. She knew how to shoot only in the back and only at her own people.

America dropped bombs on Japan and thus won the war. True, not true - but she did not throw it at herself, not at her own land. We are the only country in the world that has launched targeted nuclear strikes on its troops and on its territory. The first explosion resulted in countless deaths of soldiers and officers of the Soviet army near Semipalatinsk. It was the great Zhukov who practiced his invincibility, driving resigned divisions back and forth through the fresh nuclear hell. Our second explosion shook the earth's axis, almost tearing out the islands of Novaya Zemlya and poisoning half of the once snow-white Arctic for decades.

The bomb didn't help in the Korean War; we didn't have the means of delivery. The Cuban Missile Crisis lacked both missiles and spirit. Afghanistan lost to local shepherds, who did not pass Einstein. The indestructible Warsaw Pact melted away so quickly that there was no time for bombs. The Baltic states have slipped away, Ukraine is leaving, proud Tuva is about to announce something fresh. Tell me, why did they put them on starvation rations in 1945, put them in dark communal apartments, why did they dress the entire multimillion-strong victorious nation in torn quilted jackets? They would first find someone to surrender to, so that there would be no swearing or jostling.

True, recently the rusty Stalinist bomb seems to be being used. With such a bell around our neck, our Crimea will not get lost in the steppes of Ukraine. And it will get lost - we also have in reserve Koenigsberg named after grandfather Kalinin and the island of Habomai - our native land.


Photo: Russia. Moscow. 08/30/2014. The first Soviet atomic bomb RDS-1, presented at the Polytechnic Museum at VDNKh. TASS/ Artem Geodakyan