Every time you talk about the great Russian ballet, I will tell you the story of a young teacher from Brovary who was repeatedly raped in front of her parents and then kidnapped by Russian monsters. About dozens, maybe hundreds of raped Ukrainian women, writes #OlenaPshenychna.
Often in front of children. About 15-16-year-old girls from Borodyanka who were subjected to terrible violence by Kadyrovites. About the bodies of five raped young girls, killed and left right on the road. About this vile “we will f*ck Ukrainians” in interceptions. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted great Russian ballet.
Every time you tell me about the great Russian composers, I will tell you the story of a girl and her little brother in front of which their mother had been dying for more than one day in the Mariupol basement. Then, with the corpse of a dead mother, the children were forced to continue to hide in the basement from shelling. About a boy from Gostomel, in front of whom Russian soldiers shot his father. Then they wanted to kill a son, but he survived. About a girl who was shot right in the face. About a child who went out with her grandmother in a boat. Grandma drowned and the boy has been looking for almost a month. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted great Russian composers.
Every time you tell me about the great Russian art, I will tell you about Ukrainian civilians shot in the back in the Makarivskyi district. Before they shot, the orcs tied their hands. About hundreds of corpses on the streets of Bucha, Irpin, Gostomel. About mass graves in the courtyards of residential areas. Mass graves of civilians cozy and safe cities until recently. Mass graves. In the 21st century. That’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted great Russian painting.
Every time you tell me about the great Russian theater, I will tell you the story of a woman from the Brovarskyi district, from whose house Russian looters, retreating, removed the metal tile. About tanks and armored personnel carriers of the “second army of the world”, loaded to the brim with loot in Ukrainian homes. Stolen phones, tablets, TVs, washing machines, carpets, jewelry, bottles of alcohol, frying pans, clothes, toys, shoes – everything that got in the way of these bastards. About how, having reached Belarus, they raced to send the loot to their families in Russia. About how stolen goods were traded at Belarusian bazaars. That’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted great Russian theater.
Every time you tell me about the great Russian cinema, I will tell you about the cruelly shot horses in the stables of the Kyiv region. About starved and thirsty zoo animals in Yasnogorodka. About the deer skin burned after the explosion. And now the maximum savagery … About the Alabai killed and eaten by the Russian invaders. Yes, Alabay. Yes, dog. Yes, was eaten. Here’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted big Russian cinema.
Every time you tell me about great Russian literature, I will tell you about dozens of interceptions of conversations between Russian soldiers and their mothers and wives. Conversations in which there is nothing but f*ck and f*ck. Conversations in which wives order what to steal in Ukrainian homes. A conversation where mothers laugh when their sons tell how their brothers-in-arms rape Ukrainians. And if all the expletives are thrown out of these conversations, they will only have “hello” and “bye”. That’s what I’ll tell you in response to the persecuted great Russian literature.
There is no longer any great Russian culture, literature, cinema, painting, theater and ballet. There is a country of freaks, marauders, rapists and murderers. Wild people who have no place in the civilized world!
Long-suffering newly minted Russian dissidents in cozy apartments in Berlin, London, Larnaca, Milan, Tbilisi, Astana, Vienna and other temporary shelters, let them follow the route of the Russian ship, proudly carrying great Russian culture in their hands!
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