An open letter to citizens who come to Sitting Rus' for help
Boiled and sore, consider this an open letter, although I do not favor this genre. Well, look, dear citizens. For example, a weeping, exhausted woman comes to us in "Seated Rus'" - a wife, mother, daughter, sister. How does she start her story? Always from the same one: “You have never seen such lawlessness. An innocent person is condemned,” and in general the end of everything. Two options follow.