#OlenaPshenychna (с)

Every time you talk about the “great Russian ballet”, I will tell you the story of a young teacher from Brovary who was repeatedly raped in front of her parents and then kidnapped by Russian villains. About dozens, maybe hundreds of raped Ukrainian women. Often in the eyes of their children. About 15-16-year-old girls from Borodyanka who suffered terrible violence from the Kadyrovites. About the bodies of five raped young girls who were killed and left on the road. About this abomination "we will fuck hohlushki" (the brutal name for Ukrainian women) in interceptions. Here is what I will tell you in response to praising the “great Russian ballet”.

Every time you tell me about “great Russian composers”, I will tell you the story of a girl in front of whom and her little brother in the basement of Mariupol, their mother died more than once. And then with the corpse of a dead mother, the children were forced to continue to hide in the basement from the shelling. About a boy from Gostomel, in front of whom Russian soldiers shot his father. And then they wanted to kill their son, but he survived. About a girl who was shot directly in the face. About a kid who ran away with his grandmother in a boat. Grandma drowned. And the boy is being yet searched for almost a month. Here is what I will tell you in response to praising the “great Russian composers”.

Every time you tell me about the “great Russian painting art”, I will tell you about the peaceful Ukrainians shot in the back in the Makariv district. And before they were shot, the orcs tied their hands. About hundreds of corpses on the streets of Bucha, Irpen, and Gostomel. About mass graves in the yards of residential neighborhoods. Until recently, these mass graves of civilians had been cozy and safe cities. Mass graves. In the 21st century. Here is what I will tell you in response to praising the “great Russian painting arts”.

Every time you tell me about the “great Russian theater”, I will tell you the story of a woman from the Brovary district, from whose house Russian marauders retreated and removed metal tiles. About tanks and armored personnel carriers of the "Second Army of the World", loaded to the brim with robbers in Ukrainian homes. Stolen phones, tablets, TVs, washing machines, carpets, jewelry, bottles of alcohol, pans, clothes, toys, shoes - everything that these freaks saw. When they got to Belarus, they sent their loot to Russia in advance. About how they were selling stolen goods in Belarusian marketplaces. Here is what I will tell you in response to praising the “great Russian theater”.

Every time you tell me about the “great Russian cinema”, I will tell you about the brutally shot horses in the stables in the Kyiv region. About the animals of the zoo in Yasnogorodka, frozen by hunger and thirst. About a deer with skin burned after the explosion. And now about the maximum savagery… About the alabai dogs killed and eaten by the Russian occupiers. Yes, alabai. Yes, dogs. Yes, eaten. Here is what I will tell you in return about the “great Russian cinema”.

Every time you tell me about the “great Russian literature”, I will tell you about dozens of interceptions of conversations between Russian soldiers and their mothers and wives. Conversations in which there is nothing but “fucks” and “fucking” and more obscene language. Conversations in which wives make orders to their husbands about what to steal in Ukrainian homes. Conversations where mothers laugh when their sons tell how their fellow soldiers raped “hohlushki” (the brutal name for Ukrainian women). And if all obscene words are taken out of these conversations, they will contain only "hello" and "hi". Here is what I will tell you in response to the praising of “great Russian literature”.

There is no longer any great Russian culture, literature, cinema, painting, theater, and ballet. There is a country of freaks, marauders, rapists, and murderers. A wild people who have no place in the civilized world!

And as regards the “long-suffering” new Russian dissidents in the cozy apartments of Berlin, London, Larnaca, Milan, Tbilisi, Astana, Vienna, and other temporary shelters, let them follow the route of the Russian warship, proudly carrying in their hands the great Russian culture!