Crimea is your

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Well, here is another holiday - the anniversary of the annexation of Crimea.

Again, you can wave with flags, shout from afar with a fist of America, feel unity, show our irresistible formidable nonsense to the whole world.

Our Crimea and that's it. Try to take away.

However, the return of Crimea is the will of one person who successfully coincided with the aspirations of most Russian citizens. And only one feeling guided them and you - resentment. Resentment for the Slavs brothers, who, suddenly, succumbing to persuasion, leaned to light European bread, leaving us, and Belarusians alone with all the rest, predatory and bloodthirsty world.

The Russian authorities had long had to devalue the ruble, at least two times. To reduce the purchasing power of the electorate so that it, this electorate, not only does not grumble in displeasure, but, on the contrary, enthusiastically accepted his double impoverishment, rejoiced at him and demanded continuation.

The brilliant operation of “polite people” killed three hares at once-a society raped in a single impulse of hatred and greatness, once, facilitated the load of social obligations of the authorities to society, paid in rubles, two showed the whole world that we are not some kind of banana republic, but a dark, formidable, bristled force that could not have such firewood that nobody in the world does not seem to be three.

True, there are negative moments - a man -made economic crisis organized by the global oligarchy that brought down oil prices, well, so this phenomenon is familiar to us if we have no troubles within 10 years, we will organize them ourselves.

Because the crisis is a “time of new economic opportunities”, especially for those who are used to living theft, theft of state funds, someone else's good, foreign land.

With a new holiday, dear fellow citizens!

Your Crimea, take it, eat it,

Here he is on a saucer lies,

In Tbilisi, Prague, Budapest

They will understand your wolf appetite.

In a single valiant impulse

Tie, there is a pretext,

Kony Trojansky on the mane

Georgievsky knot.

Heirs of cool slaves,

The descendants of the proud serfs,

Grabbing the bone on the fly and bursting

Supports are waiting for the next.

Dance, goggle, sing,

Let the noisy wave:

- Hooray! Our Crimea!

- And why are he?

- So that the whole world was Bzul my country.

- We are all into radiation ash! ..

- We will show America ...

Sino Evil Truit Readper

Reads formidable psalms.

Rocket carriers in white tox

And their brave commander

Drive on atomic pies

Holy, Military Russian World.

Go ahead, Russia! In a herd dope

Do not forge the fate of the other

We sow the wind, crave the storms

As if there is peace in the storm.