War and Beyond
A lot of bad things happen in this world. These are the stories that I can't keep to myself
"Hate Speech". Once I was driving in a car and heard the lines "I sing this song in your language so that you understand how much I hate you." It was a Ukrainian group "Hate speech" performing a song in Russian. I recently abandoned the use of the Russian language. It was more of an intuitive decision. But after this song, I realized why I did it. For the last almost 4 months, almost all the information in Russian that surrounds me is a constant trash. These are “Putin is the most democratic leader”, “my acne is my Mariupol”, “Ukrainians are killing themselves”, propaganda, dirt, lack of empathy. And I understand when those who are paid by Russia do it. But half of them are "fighters and liberals." And yes, they really think that it is appropriate to laugh at the war that their own country unleashed. I know, there is someone normal. But it's easier to just pull yourself out of this context. So that later I don't hear once again that "Kharkov is a Russian city" from someone you seemed to consider adequate. It's easier... it's a shame that I listened to the opinion of some, but they turned out to be rotten. My world will never be the same again. There was too much hatred in it. And this hate that can not disappear, just like that.
"Heart is in the grave, soul is in prison”
"I am gone..."The official "national idea" of Belarusians is based on the fact that there should be no war. Every 4th Belarusian died during the Second World War. War is something that should never happen again - something that ran like a red thread through my entire growing up in kindergarten, school and university. Never again. War has always been something too distant for me, it has been in countries where I will never be, among whose people I do not know, for reasons that I do not understand. Somewhere so far away that it looks more like a bad movie than reality. On February 23, I called my friend in Kyiv (where the 24th had already come) to hear that it was all a joke and I woke her up at 6 in the morning in vain. She was extremely collected, she had to save the people for whom she was responsible. Somewhere in the background were sirens and loud noises. Now the war was not far away, it was here. With my people, in the country I was and planned to return. The peace we were taught no longer exists. And he won't. Never again. At least in Cyrillic "МИР" now it's just three letters that do not carry any meaning.
“Nothing but hate”
"Would you die for me?" My friend was captured. he fought not for his country, but for the freedom of his country as well. if he is extradited to his homeland, he can be sentenced to death. he knew this could happen. and still went to fight. for himself, for his girlfriend, for a foreign country and hope for the future. every day guys and girls continue to die and be captured, in a useless war. for yourself, for family, for the future
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