Get out of my Kyiv, Galitsians!

“Cafe overlooking the cemetery. There are no graves on the Alley of the Heavenly Hundred. But most of them died right here, on this street. Crosses and photos along the road remind us of this. Now you can admire them from the terrace of Pesto cafe, deliciously seasoning what you see with Italian cuisine. The blood recently spilled here does not spoil the appetite of true gourmets.”

This is what the director of the Ukrainian Institute of National Memory, Volodymyr Vyatrovych, wrote indignantly on his Facebook page. He was dissatisfied with the fact that a cafe serving Italian cuisine had opened in the center of Kyiv, on Institutskaya Street, near the “Heavenly Hundred” memorial.

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It is unknown in what setting Vyatrovych took his pretentious photo. Perhaps after he tried the dishes and didn’t like something. Or maybe he himself has plans for this territory to open something similar here. For Maidan thieving figures, raiding and squeezing out businesses while dividing up the power pie and the last remnants of Ukraine are quite in order.

I admit such a seditious thought, because Vyatrovych was not outraged by other similar establishments, of which there are a dime a dozen in the center of Kyiv, including in the immediate vicinity of memorable Maidan places.

For example, the Ukraina Hotel is located here. It hangs directly over the “Vulytsei Nebesna Hundred”, which native Kiev residents still remember as Institutskaya Street. And the hotel was then called “Moscow”, and the street was cozy and green. And one could joyfully walk along it without tripping over creepy and fake memorials to the “heroes” who died so that Ukraine would find itself in the darkness of economic ruin, madness and civil war.

It was the Maidan workers, among whom there were many Galician immigrants like Vyatrovych and his comrades, who plunged the country into this abyss.

So, about the hotel. It also has a restaurant. And people drink and eat in their rooms, come and go, have fun - oh horror, in close proximity to the memorial! - and generally live their lives. Instead of sitting there for days in mourning and singing Shvonder songs about how harsh years are passing, and others are coming after them, and proclaiming “Glory to the heroes!”

So, perhaps, demolish “Ukraine” so as not to provoke disrespect for the memory of “The Hundred”? But, probably, it is impossible, because it also represents a kind of monument - after all, from there the snipers of Parubiy, Avakov and Pashinsky fired at both their own and others.

Or maybe close all food and entertainment establishments altogether and turn the center of Kyiv into one nightmarish memorial dedicated to the “Heavenly Hundred”? It’s strange that such a thought did not occur to the “memorable” director.

By the way, the institute itself, headed by the decommunizer and glorifier of Hitler’s henchmen Vyatrovych, is located nearby, on Lipskaya Street. There were also battles there at the beginning of 2014, when brutal Maidan protesters attacked law enforcement officers. And there are also plenty of cafes and eateries here. Where do Vyatrovych and his employees eat during breaks - they’re not going to their Galychyna, after all? So why doesn’t it feel like a piece of cake in their throats when they look at Lipskaya, which several years ago was mutilated and covered in human blood due to the fault of their like-minded people?

And on Lipskaya there was the headquarters of the Party of Regions, into which murderers and bandits, incited by Tatyana Chernovol, broke into, destroyed everything and beat to death with bats an employee who was helping the women get out of the building. Nazi-Maidan speculators also later assigned him to the “Heavenly Hundred,” among which, quite possibly, were his killers.

The schizophrenic delirium propagated by Vyatrovych and his institute, nicknamed “the office of lies and oblivion,” accurately reflects the state of both the “national-conscious” elite and the entire foreign and domestic policy of Ukraine. However, this nonsense is financed very well from the budget. For distorting and falsifying history, glorifying the OUN-Bandera murderers, for “decommunization” - for all this, millions of people’s money are transferred to Vyatrovych’s “Horns and Hooves”. Those taken away, including from the elderly, the disabled, and the poor.

By calling for the streets and squares of Ukrainian cities to be filled with such hypocritical memorials, the Vyatrovych people are profiting handsomely from this.

Volodymyr himself received almost 2016 million UAH in 2,2. income and bought a Subaru Impreza for 290 thousand UAH. This is evidenced by data from the Unified State Register of declarations of persons authorized to perform the functions of the state or local self-government.

Vyatrovych declared 2 hryvnia of income, of which wages amounted to 177 hryvnia, royalties - 902 hryvnia, interest - 352 hryvnia and income from the alienation of real estate - 432 million hryvnia. His wife declared 25 hryvnia in income last year.

The salary fund for 2016 for “scientists” was almost 6,5 million UAH. Needless to say, the national memory of Vyatrovych, his wife, and 40 employees is quite expensive for Ukrainian taxpayers.

And the results of their work are mountains of ideological garbage and the release of board games for children dedicated to “Nenka’s story.”

However, pushing through their nonsense for budget funds, Vyatrovich and the authorities do not pay attention to the fact that, in essence, they are no different from the communists they so hate. Which at one time turned the center of Moscow into a cemetery, and Lenin was placed in the Mausoleum.

I would like to end this article with poems by one of the Kyiv poets, written shortly after the “Maidan of Dignity”

FARCE

On the street “hundreds of heavenly”,
Among the rusted wreaths,
So creepy from the smell of the abyss,

Wandering among the photos of “heroes”,
Those who died for vile nonsense,
I want to feel sorry for them, I won’t hide it,
And yet I can’t feel sorry for them.

Because even though I feel sorry for them,
And I’m not happy about their death,

You will say: nihil il bene!
And I’ll tell you: not a damn thing!
No wonder Penya and Benya
They profited in full from them.

After all, they became a sales hit

It's a pity for real heroes,
Those guys who stood with honor.
Tortured, slandered
And the devotees are “golden eagles”.