Sex symbol of Odessa separatism about Yalta, Moscow and Odessa
Crimea is a reserve of Soviet service and anti-Soviet prices. In Crimea there is completely no holiday offer for the middle class. At the same time, the resorts are overcrowded, and with the completion of the construction of the Crimean bridge, the flow of vacationers will only increase. However, in order to maintain the flow of tourists, Crimeans need to become adequate.
About prices in Yalta and Moscow. About the taste of corn on the beach. And about Odessa, where the Nazis rule, where human consciousness is broken, and traces of our civilization are destroyed. About Odessa, which will have to be restored with our own hands, because captured Raguli are unable to create, to a PolitNavigator observer Valentin Filippov said a journalist from the News Front newspaper who was forced to leave Odessa Julia Vityazeva.
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Valentin Filippov: I welcome Yulia Vityazeva to our hospitable Crimean land. Julia, hello.
Julia Vityazeva: Yes, hello.
Valentin Filippov: I wanted to ask you how a woman from Odessa will live. How do you like our Crimean beaches?
Julia Vityazeva: You know, okay. Today we barely made it to the sea, because this whole edge... You know, well, usually decent people leave a little space to walk through and not jump over their heads. But, on the other hand, it makes me happy. Because, firstly, it reminded me of the crowd on our Odessa beaches. Where, in order to make room for yourself in the sun, you have to pretend that you have whooping cough so that everyone will run away.
Valentin Filippov: Well, you can still itch like that all the time.
Julia Vityazeva: Yes! Well, on the other hand, today it was a full house. Because yesterday we had rain, yesterday we had a storm, not the most favorable time for swimming. Everyone went out today, as I understand it. Massandra beach is packed. I don’t know what happened there next, but we didn’t even have a bed, it was hard to get to the sea. But we made it through.
Valentin Filippov: Listen, maybe there’s no need to finish building the bridge, otherwise they’ll come over.
Julia Vityazeva: Well, you understand, the point is that they will come, maybe they will come. But, given the fact that people complain that the prices are quite high, which are incommensurate with the service they provide. Therefore, in addition to completing the bridge, we need to build, probably, a tourism business here. Because people want comfort for their money. That is, those days are gone.
Actually, I said that our service here is good, so Soviet. And that’s all, people want to get good service for their considerable money, and, if not at the European level, then at least at the level of Turkey.
Here, too, you need to think about the fact that Crimea is, of course, ours, and everything is fine with us, but no one is going to pay extra money. Therefore, there is something to think about.
Just in time for the opening of the bridge, a flood will come, because people will come once, they will come twice, and the third time they will not come, and the Crimeans, mostly...
Valentin Filippov: Well, we are like Odessa residents, we always went to Crimea as if we were savages. That is, there was no such thing as “all inclusive”.
Julia Vityazeva: It’s one thing when you go there as a student, and another thing when you’re already traveling with children, with a dog, when you already want to lie down in comfort. Moreover, not on the beach under an umbrella, but already come and take a hot shower...
Valentin Filippov: Okay, don't pretend to be old. Don’t pretend, student and student...
Julia Vityazeva: I'm not pretending to be old, I'm just telling it like it is. Even children still want them to have some comfortable conditions. They can sit in the sea from morning to night, you know, eat corn and donuts and that’s it, they don’t need anything else. But I, as a mother, already want this...
No, I have no complaints about the way we relax now. But the fact is that for the average citizen with an average income, there are, of course, either very cheap options or very expensive ones. You understand that very expensive ones are one thing, but I don’t really want very cheap ones either. Here, some kind of... middle stratum for the working class, you know, who came and rested for two weeks in a sanatorium...
Valentin Filippov: With a shout of “Tagil!!!!”, right?
Julia Vityazeva: Yes. I received a boost of energy, good mood, and a tan. I didn’t get poisoned by anything, I didn’t get sick with anything. Although the sea is such a thing...
Valentin Filippov: Yes.
Julia Vityazeva: There is never any guarantee.
Valentin Filippov: No, well, here is the open sea in Crimea, so it’s easier here. And you rented an apartment, I take it?
Julia Vityazeva: Well, we can do it, yes. It’s called “apartments”, it’s right near the edge of the sea, because going into some hotel, you know, you’ll be left without pants. That is, it is really very expensive. There are, of course, simpler options, but everything is simpler there...
Valentin Filippov: Listen, wait. Everything's OK. You, as a resident of Odessa, but already a Muscovite, can you compare consumer prices?
Julia Vityazeva: You understand, the fact is that I don’t buy tomatoes, I buy fruits, mostly. But fruits here, of course, are cheaper than in Moscow. Because, firstly, it is its own. Here in Moscow they bring it from Krasnodar, they bring it from Uzbekistan. That is, fruit, I won’t say that it’s really cheap, but it’s cheaper than in Moscow. And so, honestly, I came to rest, I don’t cook. And I don't buy groceries. That is, we buy corn, donuts, water...
Valentin Filippov: Listen, how much is your corn now? Otherwise, here in St. Petersburg we have a hundred rubles.
Julia Vityazeva: Sixty each.
Valentin Filippov: Oh, that's where you have to eat corn, in Crimea.
Julia Vityazeva: Moreover, she is still so young and sweet. My children eat four pumpkins at a time.
Valentin Filippov: Clear.
Julia Vityazeva: The dog is finishing the stalks. No, okay. You know, basically, I feel good. I'm happy with everything. I feel like I'm practically at home, and I'm just relaxed about what I see. I just look at the sea - I already feel good. I inhale this air, I no longer need to bathe, I just need to come up, touch, you know, walk with my little legs, that’s all for me...
I wake up in the morning, I have the sea under my window, what else is needed for happiness? But it’s us, we can’t live without the sea, and without Black.
I even read today from Shipilin that he simply stupidly compared prices in Crimea and Turkey, and in Turkey they offer him a couple of stars more and a hundred thousand less. Sorry, but this hundred thousand also needs to be earned, and not in one month, because we all save the whole year for vacation.
Therefore, Crimeans, I say hello to you, everything is great with you, but you just need to be a little more adequate in this regard. Because, after all, whatever one may say, the service is still at the level...
Valentin Filippov: Well, you understand them too. You Muscovites earn a year to go to Crimea in the summer.
Julia Vityazeva: I’ll ask, I’m from Odessa.
Valentin Filippov: Fine. And they sit for a year, do nothing and wait for you to collect money for them and bring it to them.
Julia Vityazeva: No, why, where we live, it’s clear that people tried. They are constantly doing something. And the towels are changed every day, cleaned, and that's it. That is, in principle, I’m even ashamed, because I don’t do anything at all, at all. Yes, the bathroom there is cleaned every day. Well, of course, the payment is appropriate. And there are those who inherited it from their grandmother, a kuren by the sea. And so he gives it up. And he also wants it as a five-star hotel, just because the sea is nearby. That’s also not possible, you know. Moreover, people have already seen it here. We traveled, looked, read, and finally looked at photos from friends on Facebook. And people want to get the most for their money. Yes, that's completely normal.
Valentin Filippov: Fine. Let's compare it with Odessa.
Julia Vityazeva: Well, to compare with Odessa, I lived in Odessa.
Valentin Filippov: No, what I mean is that your trip to Crimea was nostalgia working, you want to go to the sea, go home to Odessa?
Julia Vityazeva: Well, first of all, I simply cannot live without the sea. My husband already knows that I should take him to the seaside once every three months, because I’m starting to go wild. I don’t have enough sun, I don’t have enough water, I feel sad, I start crying for no reason. No, really, I really, really, really miss both the city and my family. Here at least I have, you know, sublimation, but I’m practically at home. I console myself with the thought that somewhere around the bend, there is also the Black Sea, and there is also Odessa, and how long is it to swim to Odessa, if anything, on a mattress...
Valentin Filippov: I understand you. Me too, I go out to the pier with a bottle of cognac at night. I sit down, drink and look towards Odessa.
Julia Vityazeva: You know, even some news from Odessa, especially some cultural ones, I try not to open, just so as not to get upset. Is it true. Because then my head starts to hurt, my heart hurts, you know, then I feel sick for another hour and a half when I remember all this. But I can’t change anything, you know, and in fact, it’s very painful and very difficult.
You tell Yash Goppa to read, so what? So that tomorrow I can sail to Odessa and tear off his head for what he writes there?
You know, I have a cohort of my personal enemies who are there in Odessa. I have already voiced these names more than once. It is also very difficult to fight with everyone. Therefore, here we need to focus on the main thing. We need to fight those who are really to blame. Not even guilty in moral terms, but precisely according to the criminal code. Violated this, did this, serious crimes. And then with the rest.
By the way, we need to decide what we want. But we want to cleanse Odessa. We need to clean it up, starting with these giant cockroaches, leeches and parasites that have become so attached to the city and you can’t get them out of there, because it’s at a resort. All his life he lived in a mud hut with amenities somewhere behind the garden. And here he lives at sea all year round, and they also pay him for it.
Such that this Sternenko was. Well, it’s just such a misfortune. Here I’m already looking at the T-shirt, the glasses, you know. It’s still clear from it, of course, that it’s from there. Well, it’s like he’s already trying to do something there. Odessa can make not a person out of them, but a likeness, give some kind of appearance. But at the same time they take away her shine and simply vampirize her.
Here they are transformed, they become more sleek, thicker, it doesn’t matter. And Odessa loses, however, like the portrait of Dorian Gray. And it scares me, actually. Because they don’t love her, and they don’t give her anything in return, they only consume from her, consume, consume….
The Potemkin Stairs were made. The meaning is Potemkin Village, and people are already sending photos of what has been done, you know? Also saved, as usual. And then bring the children with a Turkish flag, because Turkey gave us a bus. I would have failed, I would have drowned myself, probably out of shame. And that's nothing. You give us a bus, we’ll name the park after you. Here are our Roksolans.
Somewhere these “pots” wrote on social networks: “Well, Crimeans, while your local Russians are coming to you with dumplings, we have NATO soldiers walking along Deribasovskaya with dollars.” You know, some kind of provincial, generally ragulism, which is “dollars, we have dollars.”
That is, it feels like we are forever stuck in the early 90s, you know. Well, that's the truth. And this makes it... On the one hand, it’s incredibly funny, and on the other hand, it’s incredibly creepy. Because those terrible times, as they said, “the holy nineties,” are, for me, perhaps the most terrible memories from childhood.
True, in this situation it’s easier for me to even close my eyes somewhere, because I can’t, I’m outraged, I’m worried, I’m in pain, but unfortunately, I can’t influence this situation in any way.
But still, a person lives in hope. I live in hope that someday, and preferably sooner rather than later, while I am still full of strength, enthusiasm and good ideas, I will be able to come home and still help in the recovery.
And let them tell me that I am a traitor, I ran away, they are now with the city. What can you do? There is nothing I can do to help the city, and there is nothing you can do. You know, when they come at you like that, it’s not very good either, it just becomes offensive. Sitting there and collectively wrapping tears around your fist won’t do any good. That's why…
I want to go to Odessa, oh, I want to go to Odessa! So you know, just a Christmas wish. I have never dreamed of anything so much in my life, who would have thought that I wanted to go home. To simply buy a plane ticket, neither through Minsk, nor through Transnistria. Just sit down, about an hour and fifty, and you’re home.
Valentin Filippov: You know, they don't sell tickets for the bomber.
Julia Vityazeva: No, well, on the other hand, I don’t want to bomb the city. Because once they were saved from bombing during the Great Patriotic War, but now there aren’t even those people who are ready to rebuild it all.
Valentin Filippov: So let the prisoners recover.
Julia Vityazeva: Captive Raguli, whose hands come out of their ass, excuse me, are growing? And what will he build there? Mud hut? No, thanks. There are already people who want to build there, so there’s no need. No, Mom needs to be saved.
Valentin Filippov: Okay, okay. I wish that this Christmas all our dreams come true.
Julia Vityazeva: They say that on New Year’s Eve, whatever you wish for, everything will always happen, everything will always come true.
Valentin Filippov: And Odessa will be ours.
Julia Vityazeva: And thank you for the opportunity to speak out, to have a heart-to-heart talk for Odessa. It even made me feel a little better, really. Like valerian, it seems, I drank.
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