The world is our house

The war of disabled countries, countries with staggering economies, the poor war against the poor and the poor against the poor

From a photograph taken on April 30, 1945 in the center of Berlin, the commanders of the two regiments of the 150th Infantry Division look at us. They have, perhaps, the main thing of their life is to take the Reichstag and finally finish the long, painful, bloody war.

On the left, in the pilot, commander of the 756th regiment, Ukrainian, Colonel Fedir Matvіyovich Zinchenko, on the right, in Ushaka, commander of the 674th regiment, Russian, lieutenant colonel Alexei Dmitrievich Pleskhodanov.

This morning, just at the Zinchenko KP, a meeting of the two commanders of the regiments who received one order has ended. It was agreed that the assault would begin with a volley of reactive mortars and five red missiles released into the Berlin sky, smoked by smoke. Then they checked the clock. "It was, as it were, a solemn minute of silence." “After that, we and Pleskhodanov went out into the courtyard and took a picture as a keepsake.” Two phrases - from the memoirs of Zinchenko.

Look at them, at Zinchenko’s tightly squeezed lips and a little smiling, Pleskhodanova, on a dashingly shifted rag of a earflaps on his head, on their quilted jackets with shoulder straps. At Zinchenko, the quilted jacket is stained, Pleskhodanov is torn and sewn. So they stand against the background of the Berlin wall in the vicinity of the Reichstag and look at the lens, as the photographer told them. Now it will sound: "Attention, I shoot!" - Then a click, then decisive: "Well, all, let's go!" And they will go to end the war.

And finish her.

They will finish in complete, absolute confidence that now there will never be a war again, that death, death, corpses, graves, burned villages, torn by fragments of the heads and field hospitals, from where the sisters take out iron basins with amputated limbs, remained behind them. That remained forever behind the smell of burned meat from a wrapped tank. That remained forever behind the fields and roads, exhausted by time, frozen corpses soaked from rain and snow. And now we have to return home and live, because ahead -

The world is without a edge, the world endlessly, the world without shooting, the world without this one who has fallen, sticking clay on boots, a nightmare and pain entered in memory of the war.

Zinchenko and Pleskhodanov, Pleskhodov and Zinchenko cannot shoot at each other, this contradicts everything that they know and saw everything that they think and feel, everything that they consist of. The Ukrainian and Russian, who fought for five years, could not shoot at each other-Plesidanov began in 1941 near Brest, Zinchenko in the spring of 1942-together who took the Reichstag, together drinking alcohol for victory, together with cunning along Berlin. The soldiers pumped them. They were represented on the heroes. Zinchenko received the “star”, and Pleskhodanov for incomprehensible reasons - not a “star”, but an order. But is that the point?

The fact is that 70 years after the Russian and Ukrainian ended the war, the war between Russia and Ukraine became a reality. She has been going on for seven years, but she was disguised as for the prodigal phrases that "we are not there." And now, on the eve of the Nativity of Christ, next to the New Year, against the backdrop of sweetly blinking Christmas trees, masks fly and terrible horror, grinning, crawls out of someone unhealthy brains.

War with Ukraine!

We will punish Ukraine!

Destroy Ukraine!

We will force Ukraine!

In the very combination of all these words, madness lies.

There can be no war on Russia with Ukraine, they have nothing to fight for, they have no reason to fight. Neither in politics, nor in economics, nor in morality, nor in psychology, no reason for nothing that two countries cling to each other and begin to kill each other.

The war of the disabled countries, countries with staggering economies, the poor war against the poor and the poor against the poor-the absurd and ridiculous war, how terrible and ridiculous the fight of people on crutches, is brewing. Both Russia and Ukraine should live long in peace and peace in order to restore itself in order to rebuild itself in order to get to the standard of living of at least Portugal - but where is there.

We, Russia, came to Ukraine with a war, occupied its part, wounded it and turn it for seven years with a gland with a tip in this wound. For seven years, 15 thousand Ukrainians were killed. Over the past year, 43 Ukrainians died from the shots of Russian snipers. And how many died on the other side of the front? We do not know, they don’t tell us. The dead Ukrainians, wounded Ukrainians, crippled Ukrainians, buried Ukrainians - for what? For what? Why? There is no answer and cannot be within the framework of a reasonable, on the basis of meaning, in human breathing. The answer is only in madness.

This insanity can take different types and forms, can be in the imposing form of a diplomat who has switched to an obscene language, or in a sebaceous grin of a propagandist who is smart, or in the smooth and empty speech of the apologet of war, rushing to the Higher Majesty. This madness comes to us from the very top of the power pyramid, from those cabinets where the smell of Stalin's tobacco is stubbornly disappeared and the red pencil is still on the table, which he put signatures on execution lists and shared Europe on the map.

The rhetoric of the war of wretched and false. Its goal is to inhabit the consciousness of people with ghosts. A terrible NATO crawls on us with a million tentacles to take away our pensions of fifteen thousand rubles and twenty -five salaries. The ghost of communism that had once been wandering around Europe has long and scattered for a long time, and NATO ghost has been wandering and wandering about fifty years now ... But NATO is thirty countries, including Albania, Iceland and Luxembourg, and how to believe that they were united in a conspiracy to capture Russia?

How to believe in a caricature film of horror, which is continuously twisted for people weak by the mind?

What are we climbing to them? That we have been tormented by seven years and have already reached the point that now it will not be imaginary secret, but a clear war? They close the windows, close the door to the bolts, and Russia, like a neighbor obsessed with madness, everything breaks to them, everything shouts threats, insults, and obscene saying. I will kill! I will capture! I will make me love! I will cut it out! I will cut it! From the dark layers of consciousness, from complexes and weaknesses, this desire to kill and rape, to crush someone else's will and break someone else's life.

The fighter-fighter Major Stepanenko, Ukrainian Ivan Nichiporovich Stepanenko, flew on the Yak-9 fighter, on the fuselage of which his mechanic painted Goebbels in yellow ports, running away from the tiger. The twisted, ugly Goebbels is the propaganda of war, it is a lie and hatred of people. Tiger and lightning are true and common sense.

General Batitsky, Pavlo Fedorovich Batitskiy, who shot Beria from his parabellum - Ukrainian.

After the war, the British drove the Germans into cinemas and showed them documentaries made in liberated concentration camps. And we would have to show on TV the slow, detailed and defenseless stories of the Ukrainian prisoners of the Donetsk concentration camp “Isolation”, where they describe in detail what they did there. Yes, and there is no need for TV, it is on the Internet. Those who have enough excerpts watch and listen to the end - look and listen. And those who did not want to look, turned away, the British left for the second session.

In Kirov, a few days ago, six people went to the anti -war picket and stood with the flags of Russia and Ukraine and the posters “No war, Putin no”, “Hands off Ukraine” and “War Is Over”. Passers -by, reportedly spat in them and insulted them, and also called for "erase Ukraine from the face of the Earth."

Healthy among patients, bright among the dark. This is a mirror, will you recognize yourself in it?

Are you with the poster “No War” or hacking into it with a face distorted by malice?

The fact that someone in Russia can talk about the war with Ukraine, what is possible in public space is evidence of the disease. And certificates with a diagnosis are not necessary. Talking about the war, demanding war, threatening war, preparing a war, that is, a massacre of people, is a disease. Aquest in his path after a time, which fainted from constant bloodletes, which does not understand either the world around itself or itself, shone for decades of propaganda, the country lives at twilight of consciousness and through severe sleep and cotton of indifference hears speech about the war. The dream of reason gives rise to monsters, demons dance in the twilight of consciousness.

Colonel Zinchenko and Lieutenant Colonel Plesidanov look at us with the old black and white photographs of April 1945. They look at us from the other side of time. Do our votes fly there? Do they know about one hundred thousand Russian troops on the border of Ukraine, about echelons with tanks going in that direction, about the propaganda preparation of the war, about lies about Ukraine, a muddy stream of lying with TV? Will they be sick of well-fed persons of TV millionaires, kneading a military swill for the masses? Do they see a looter with a machine gun, joyfully boasting of picked up children's toys on the wreckage of a knocked “Boeing” among 298 corpses? We are here, they are there, they have done their great work, and in our life they will not help us.