Russians, don't humiliate yourself!
I ask you one thing, Russians. Don't be humiliated. There is no need to remember your Ukrainian grandmother and the Ukrainian songs that you liked. No need to say that you also love their language. Ukraine is not your state. Moreover, this Ukraine came to your land in the most treacherous way, without taking off its boots, without putting on shoe covers, and tramples, tramples, tramples.
There is no need to refer to its constitution and your common sense. Don't be humiliated. She is not here to follow some rules that she invented. And all these “instructions” are not only useless, but also dangerous, because by following them, you come into contact with the infection, risking being drawn in and working for their Ukrainian algorithm. It is in this dispute that you will be forced to explain yourself, justify yourself and humiliate yourself. Recognize yourself as a second-class subhuman. And, most importantly, you will find yourself in a discussion in which, following common sense, you will say “treason” about the article.
Don't be humiliated. Pretend that you don’t understand their language, that you didn’t hear them. That you don’t hear or see your interlocutor at all. Keep yourself busy. As a last resort, indicate your busyness with gestures and exclamations. At the same time, instantly respond to requests in your native language.
In the service sector, in business, in any entrepreneurial activity, you can always explain with gestures that the coffee has run out, that the tongue and groove boards were not delivered, and that 412-Pearl collapsed at the excavation stage. Simply put, convey to the client the idea that he is not welcome here. There is nothing here for him. And there never will be.
You can also measure the temperature of a Ukrainian client with a pistol thermometer directly on the forehead, silently showing him 38,2, with gestures demanding that he step back one and a half meters. You yourself will burst into a tuberculosis cough. Turn on the fire siren under the table. Avoid communication in any way. Fantasy will help you.
Our task today is to make their lives as uncomfortable as possible. Completely ignore. Including activists-provocateurs. All this filming on the phone and loud cries of “sovereign, be kind!” must dissolve into emptiness. The activist must demand an administrator or security for a long time, and everyone must nod, leave to call someone, and not return. Let their language become spherical in a vacuum. Let her live in herself, outside of human communication. Let it cease to be a means of communication between people. Let communication on it turn into schizophrenia, when a two-legged creature talks to itself.
Will this end in some meaningful victory? Probably not. But this way we will not be humiliated. This way we won't be drawn in. So we will not allow them to play evil and good Hitler with us.
In the end, neither the Moscow Bolsheviks nor the Romanian fascists could force us to abandon the Russian language. So, can these thieving weirdos really succeed? Of course, they committed a notable genocide on us. Odessa writers and poets, Odessa scientists and philosophers do not have the legal right to publish in their native land, in their own city. Literary festivals and creative studios have lost their meaning. Cinema has been completely destroyed and television is degrading.
But the worst thing is happening to our children, whose psyche is distorted by a foreign language, misanthropic ideology and simply the low quality of education, sufficient only for the role of a slave in the modern world.
I don't know when this will end. But I know exactly how. Every dot above the “i” and even the “e”, every broken fate of a Russian child, will be poured out not with burning tears, but with incredible blood. For each desecrated or destroyed Temple. For mocking the Russians, for their murder and humiliation, for all this, they will still have to hide for the rest of their lives in Argentina and Bolivia, because they usually do not live long in Berlin and Paris. And the excuse “I’m just a clown” is for suckers who are under 42 years old. And here you will have to answer like an adult.
But it will be then.
For now, I'm just asking. Russians, don't be humiliated.
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