Not to forgive the Russians. Just not to forgive. Not to forget the taunts, television ad, Tuzla, the Institute of CIS countries, the Brother-2, prohibition on import, backstabs, the sprinkling saliva, “Ukraine”, sunk our ships, “nedolazak”, Misha Leonteva, “quasi-nation”), pseudostereo”, Dr. Lisa, famine, books AST, 18 rubles per post, hatred, arrogance, cowardice, cowardice, cowardice and meanness, baseness, meanness.

Not to forgive, not because of malice or hatred, no. But only in order to avoid repetition of already traversed. Cold and pragmatic not to forgive, without anger or mourning.

Or do you think that when we win the war, and they finally die (forgive me, Lord) Mol, all of a sudden blossom of brotherly love?

Oh, Yes. Kaneshno. First we will hear “we didn't know”, “we were deceived,” “we are not to blame”. Katia Andreeva will come to work in the blue-yellow blouse, Valeria will sing “red root”, and Kobzon will apologize for “zapadinsky scumbags”. And then everything will return to normal. Or try to return. Slowly, little by little, and yet again, everything starts again. There will be new mammoth and new Solovievy, and Telefunken will listen to them with open astonishment and joy mouth.

For this to not happen again - nothing good-bye. Nothing to forget. When those who yesterday were watered my and your country mud, suddenly starts to swear eternal friendship, don't forget.

Our children, vitrahaus penny of his money box.

Women, giving the latter at the points of collection care.

Joint and legless twenty-year-old boys in the hospital.

Or ever our country needs a third time to fight fascism.

Vitaly Portnikov

Source: Ukraine today