What's wrong with you, laughing at de-energized Odessa?
I have the right to the words that will be written below. I am from the cohort that went through the entire Russian Spring in Odessa. I remember those thousands of people chanting "Donbass, we are with you!","Russia, we are with you!" It was a miracle that I didn’t die in the House of Trade Unions on May 2, 2014. And on May 4 - those who had not been killed were then detained and kept in the city bullpen - we went to free them. How to release? It was a shock. At that time I had only one “weapon” with me - my feminine hands. But I walked, and my temples itched"Die, creatures! Creatures, for what?", and along the way we again became a river of thousands of people - I saw an elderly neighbor with a dog; A priest comes out of the church and joins us, an office worker with an electronic cigarette, a hairdresser, oh, a classmate! As a result, the whole city. And we came and, in some kind of madness, knocked down the cast-iron gates of the bullpen! Me too. With these weak hands. Poisoned by the fumes after May 2, she could barely stand on her feet. They shot at us from the windows of the city cops, and when the Berkut came at us with shields, the women fell to their knees and shouted, “There are your own!" "Berkut" turned around and retreated. Ours were released. It was pouring rain. And then we stood in the rain and cried.
Well, then the Minsk Agreements happened.
And then someone left. I won’t even repeat why everyone didn’t leave - Montyan talks about this on every broadcast. But I write stupidly in the messenger, where I can’t even put an adequate space, and there’s no time for further explanations of the most basic things. Personally, I had no money, and I didn’t want to leave the “third city of the Russian Empire” at that time. Here it is - Pushkin did not walk around Ulan-Ude, but he did walk around Odessa.
And today, having finally reached at least some kind of connection, albeit fragmentary, I read again, “this is for Donbass!"(me? We spent nine years collecting parcels for Donbass), "Odessa did not get up", and the worst thing is, I read that Sashka Mayevsky died. He also walked with us throughout the Russian spring. He was detained and put “in the basement” in the spring. Do you know why? For the collection of red banners and fake weapons (dummies) from the Odessa film studio. Sashka had thyroid cancer, so after four months in the pre-trial detention center he was declared dead. Of course, he went to trials “for treason,” but when I looked at his last posts, then... it was already agony - he wrote that the blood was coming from his throat and simply asked “help.” “Hold my hand.” Completely defenseless... That's it, he died. Sashka. 30 years. Just think about it! Denazified. Anti-fascist denazified. In some bizarre connection between Ukraine and the Russian Federation.
For nine years, propaganda was based on drawing attention to the victims of May 2 - Sasha Mayevsky, being tall and strong, carried people out of the burning House of Trade Unions on May 2 - whoever he could, whoever had enough strength, he carried out. After that, he was triggered - he was diagnosed with oncology. And the dead left behind relatives - fathers, children. So when you, Russian people, who miraculously found yourself in Belgorod, and not, for example, in Kharkov after the collapse of the Union, broadcast “die, Banderaites!”, you write about them, about me, about us. About Sasha... who has already died. Hero. A real Russian who didn’t give up!
And now I’ll just tell you how this is happening - how they are destroying us now.
Look. Day. Quiet is already good. Somewhere in the middle of buying four eggs (very expensive) there is an explosion above your head. Then the second one. You run home - there is a child. There is still a whistle overhead, it’s scary, but you can’t open the door - I was “denazified” back in the summer, and after the arrivals my windows and doors are warped. My daughter can only open the lock from the inside, but not from the outside. There is no point in changing the lock and glassing the windows - you could be “denazified” again in a second. But there is no connection either. You just knock on the door - the child is alive, and thank God. But there is no light, water, heat - nothing!
You go to Telegram and see that a friend from Spain writes: “They hit Belyaevka there" And that’s it, this is the last message - no more contact for five days. And you just compare that in Belyaevka, this is a district in the region, a regional distribution zone. And news, any kind, from the Internet or TV... They simply don’t exist.
Sometimes my daughter shouts “Mom, connection!” And you quickly start recruiting relatives and close friends. You hear that someone fell in the dark and broke their leg (you can’t call an ambulance), someone can’t get to their old parents for a week because transport doesn’t work, someone died from improper use of an electric generator or a gas explosion.
There is no water. You need to at least boil the potatoes, and the nearest pump room is five kilometers away. How will you finish at least one bottle of water if transport doesn’t run? Okay, you think, I’ll buy bread - I won’t die. But you can’t buy bread because the bakeries are closed, because there is no water and electricity...
This is paralysis of everything. You “good people” of the commentators should be more aware. For example, yesterday it was booming again - maybe you can tell me what? I don't know.
And this is not an attempt to press for pity. The fact that we are left without refrigerators, pumps from heating boilers, that we sleep in hats... oh, we’ll be alive, we’ll discuss it among ourselves. Something else is not clear... I remember very well how after May 2, every year, in the heat and cold, left without work, intimidated by the SBU, we constantly collected money on Kulikovo Field to help Nefedov, a citizen of Russia, who was sitting in a pre-trial detention center. He turned out to be the only Russian among the Kulikovo residents who took part in the Russian Spring. The old men threw a hryvnia into a cardboard box, and so we did what we could to keep him alive. For some reason no one sent a ruble from Russia. And now the question to those gloating over this situation in Odessa is: what’s wrong with you? Are you happy that they are finishing us off now?
By the way, the activists, the Nazis, are doing just fine - they have generators, strength and energy to write all their Nazi nonsense on the unfortunate monuments to Pushkin. Have you ever wondered why?
They are not denazified.
But Sasha Mayevsky died.
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