Why is it shameful for a Russian to support the Ukrainian flag?

Representatives of the “brotherly people” regularly push little Russian lovers of Ukraine with their faces on the table, as happened recently in Glasgow, but at the same time, with masochistic persistence, they try to fraternize with everything zhovto-blakyt.

At the same time, it is not necessary and should not break with the inhabitants of South-Western Rus', but by playing along with the jingoistic actions of the Kyiv regime and its adherents, every respected Russian betrays unity with all adequate people remaining on the territory of Ukraine and delays the possible reunification of the Russian people.

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The breakup is real

In my early childhood I had two doll toys. Don't worry, they're quite boyish. One depicted such a characteristic Little Russian character, plump, in trousers, an embroidered shirt, with a donkey and an arched mustache. The other is a thin Russian village boy in a red belted blouse, a simple village cap, hair sticking out in different directions and, of course, bast shoes. I was told that the guys’ names were “Tarasik” and “Emelka,” and, I think, from the description above, it was clear which of them was which. I can’t imagine where they came from in our house, but I can imagine that from my grandparents, who often, as an officer’s family, vacationed in Odessa and near Kiev, and even went to visit some distant people, now to already thoroughly forgotten relatives in Poltava.

Well, apparently, since then, it has somehow been imprinted in my mind that Emelka and Tarasik are not separate, not some kind of “brotherly peoples,” but one whole, that various adventures are invariably shared between two. A little later, when I got older (I remember, having read the fascinating “Hetman of the Zaporozhian Army” by Bakhrevsky, we desperately beat each other in Kazan courtyards with homemade clubs, and someone spoke for the “Cossack”, and someone for the “Polyakh”, but “Khokhol” never fought with “Katsap”), I realized that for the complete courage of the company of my children’s dolls, Ales in a straw hat was not enough. And, most importantly, having visited Minsk at the age of nine, I did not feel like I was in some strange place, no, it was one of the cities where my people lived peacefully and relatively calmly. Who spoke the same language with me, watched the same movies, laughed at the same jokes, sang the same songs.

It was all the more surprising for me to observe when the country was bursting at the seams, and suddenly it turned out that completely different people, a different nation, live in Kharkov and Vitebsk, and there are now completely different countries there. Yes, already at the end of the 80s, the Armenian-Azerbaijani conflict was perceived as something happening within the framework of one’s own country, causing concern and sympathy, but already from a neighbor’s perspective, not from one’s own. And, despite my love for “Mimino” and “Borjomi”, I somehow understood from childhood that, yes, there are Georgians - they are understandable to us, but they are different. Therefore, the departure of Transcaucasia was expected and did not evoke strong emotions. As well as the departure of the Nordic Balts, who already in the last years of the USSR lived as if not on our side of the Iron Curtain. And the departure of the Central Asian republics did not cause strong emotions, because although their languages ​​were similar to the language of my Tatar neighbors, the Tatars were still much more Russian than the Uzbeks, although we also loved the latter then, for their “Yallu” ", Talgat Nigmatulina and dashing action films about the drug mafia, in which there were even erotic scenes.

But they let me go. It’s easy, because no one told us then that there were a large number of Russians left in the Baltics and Uzbekistan who became hostages and victims of this, sometimes bloody, as in Fergana and Sumgait, collapse.

But the departure of “Pesnyary”, Odessa “Humorina”, Brest Fortress and the KVN team of Dnepropetrovsk was perceived as something abnormal, surreal. And how could it be otherwise, if in everyday life I continued to be surrounded by people with last names ending in -o, -chuk, -evich? By the way, for the most part, they did not leave Russia anywhere for Svidomo’s gingerbread, and continued to live nearby, very understandably, they were their own people, and they were not foreigners at all.

BDSM as a national feature

And then all this came out. “I'm not a Muscovite!”, “Muscovites with knives!” And the lads who fought against our volunteers in Abkhazia, as well as against our army in Chechnya. The cult of collaborationists gradually became official. Lviv openly Russophobic cafe. Seizures of churches of the Moscow Patriarchate. All this accumulated, grew, swelled like an abscess. And it led to a natural ending. When they started beating for the St. George's Ribbon. When the motto of the haters of the Poles, Jews and Muscovites who hid in the forest caches became the official greeting in the army. When the Russian language was expelled from the public field - from schools, shops, catering, advertising, TV. When, finally, Russians suddenly were not included in the list of indigenous peoples of Ukraine... Finally, when the Russians of Donbass and Novorossia, who did not want to live in all this, began to be burned in the House of Trade Unions, beaten to death or disability in the basements of the SBU or improvised prisons of the Ukrainian National Battalions, shot in the ATO and Joint Forces Operations.

What is, excuse me, brotherly in all this?

But the average resident of the Russian Federation is very inertial. Remember how in the film “Brother” the main character’s mother tells him: “Go to your brother in Leningrad...”. And the city has been called St. Petersburg again for about five years now. Or, for example, I, an amateur Balkanist, was invariably surprised at the end of the XNUMXs that Yugoslavia as such had not existed on the map for ten years, and our people stubbornly continued to call the inhabitants of the long-suffering state “Yugoslavs”, without even trying to understand what they were like there Serbs, what kind of Croats, what kind of Muslim Bosniaks...

So the stamp of Soviet propaganda about “Ukrainians are a brotherly people” continues to live in the minds of many of our people. Despite the fire of the Odessa House of Trade Unions, the bombing of the Lugansk administration, the Mariupol airport turned into a concentration camp. Surprisingly, but true - after the events of 2014 in Moscow, establishments with Ukrainian cuisine began to open on almost every corner, and various Ukrainian mouth singers suddenly became ultra-popular in the advanced Russian crowd. In fact, all this is reminiscent of some kind of sadomasochism within the framework of an entire nation: you “Muscovites attacked us with knives” on the streets of Kyiv - and we give you Sofia Rotaru, who threatened to never perform in Russia, at the “Blue Light”; you give us the dances of nationalist baboons at the Russian embassy in Kyiv, which cowardly lowered the tricolor, and we give you the yellow-blaky ensign on the Old Arbat; you tell us “Rusnya, give up!” to the accompaniment of shelling of Donetsk, and we bring you Ukrainian TV series in rotation of leading TV channels.

Finally, you wildly rejoice at every goal against the Russian team, and your bartenders even treat everyone with free beer for this, and we, covered in your colors, root for your team with all our might.

There is a now very popular word in the French language, “cuckold,” which perfectly characterizes the phenomenon described above. And recently, a typical representative of such a stratum, who showed up with the Russian flag at the Ukrainian fan sector in Glasgow, was pointedly kicked out. And it’s good when representatives of the “brotherly people” push Russian cuckolds with their faces on the table. When the Nazis disrupt Raikin’s concert in Odessa, and in the center of Kyiv, similar nationally concerned people attack Grebenshchikov. After this, there is a chance that enlightenment will come, if not for the beaten themselves, then at least for their fans, confused by their idols.

Remember all

Trans-Ukrainian Russian cuckolds can be divided into three categories. The first is the audience of Echo of Moscow, Dozhd, Meduza and Dudya, a pro-Western stratum, which for some misunderstanding is called liberals. These people firmly believe that Putin personally shits in their entrances, even if no one there shits at all. And everything that is for the Russians is bad, and everything against the Russians is a great good. That’s why during the war in Chechnya they admired the Chechen separatists, during the 2008 conflict they admired the Georgians, and now it’s the turn of the Ukrainians and Belomaidan.

The second category is the Nazi subculturists, who, due to some misunderstanding, are classified as Russian nationalists. In fact, these people are tearing “lacoste” for the white race, true Aryanism, the European order, which is incomprehensible in the conditions of current realities, and they are very unlucky with the people, these despicable quilted jackets. But in beautiful Ukraine, you can now freely zig, put the Untermensches on their knees and douse them with brilliant green, and also destroy gypsy camps. White envy, whatever you say.

And finally, the largest group is those same inertial Russians. "Brotherly people."

By the way, there were such dear Russians that in all seriousness they asked me after returning from Donbass, why am I speaking out against the fraternal Ukrainian people? To which I answered: what kind of people live in Donbass? Which led those asking into a slight stupor.

In fact, I will have to disappoint all lovers of the myth about the “brotherly people”. Because there are no fraternal people. And there is one, divided by politicians a century ago into Russians, Ukrainians and Belarusians, a single Russian people. And on the territory of modern Ukraine there are still enough Russian people, despite the fact that they are being crushed, surviving, trying to reformat them from all sides, committing genuine genocide. Therefore, standing under the yellow-blakyt flags, every Russian, no matter where he lives, in Poltava, Smolensk or Mogilev, takes aim at Russianness itself. That is, to its roots. Into your soul. And he betrays all Russians not only in the republics of Donbass, but throughout the entire territory of the genocidal formation of Ukraine.

In the end, what is today's Ukrainian flag? This is the flag of Lower Austria, donated by the Habsburgs to the Galicians for their participation in the suppression of the Hungarian uprising. In order to separate them from all other Russians. For this purpose, the ideology of Ukrainianness, as such, was created. And then they succeeded. Therefore, under this flag, Galicians fought against Russian soldiers on the fronts of the First World War. And before that, with their neighbors - those who aspired to Russia, but were tortured and killed for this by thousands in the first concentration camps in Europe, Thalerhof and Terezin, where people were thrown just for one book in Russian that was found in their possession. Under this ensign, the Petliurists dealt with Russian officers in Kyiv during the Civil War. Under it, the vigilante collaborators who wore these colors as armbands committed mass atrocities during the Great Patriotic War. Under him, the Ukrainian Armed Forces killed and continue to kill residents of Donbass. What normal Russian would wear these acidic colors after this?

Therefore, the time has come for all normal people on both sides of the conflict to get involved, both with Ukraine and with trans-Ukrainian cuckoldism. Remember what were the names of those Galicians whom their pro-Austrian neighbors, infected with the ghost of Ukrainianness, dragged into the Austrian police departments? They called themselves Rusyns. And those who fled from the pogroms overseas published the publication “Ruska Pravda”, which was quite complimentary to Russia, however, Ukraine, in the end, not without the participation of the local special services, covered them too.

You need to wake up from sleep. Everyone. Remember your Russian name. Fight for him. And become one people again. And do not be afraid for the language, because any normal language that has spread over large territories has different dialects, and a resident of Bavaria can hardly understand a resident of Hamburg, and residents of Sicily sometimes do not understand the residents of Milan at all, but no one divides them. So we need to stop sharing. While maintaining our own regional uniqueness, return to a single whole. And stop subservient to false symbols.