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Mother Russia,

one destiny

you and I united.

***

What a beauty - prejudices!

Some are serious, some are joking,

Who believes in God and who doesn't,

Everyone has a ready answer.

Our ancestors believed in the power of the Soviets,

And those who lived before received their souls from God.

Why and what do they live now?

I can hardly understand

But you can live your whole life,

So you won't know anything...

***

We are all wanderers in this life, we are all looking for something, some for the meaning of life, some for wealth and fame, and some just for a soul mate. But we are all very similar, if only because we are born human.

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"Some work conscientiously, and some work for other customers."

The fight against corruption is just funny!

A kind of enterprise without beginning and end -

Let's catch each other in the sweat of our brow!

There are people in the world, let's not point fingers,

But they are called bosses

And they are distinguished by impudence.

Some modest citizens of their country

They are downright full of patriotism.

Some people's faces don't fit on TV,

And he still reads morals!

Funds to help victims are established

from fires and floods to deputies,

Whose leader and decision maker

the device already occupies two chairs,

and well, not a foot from his usual place.

And the valiant law enforcement agencies

They don’t even know the word “bribe.”

My homeland, beloved country,

There's only one like you.

Our army is in agony

Power is in raspberries,

And the shoemaker remained in shoe polish.

But the king is made by his retinue,

And only temporarily everything is closed...

A unique experiment on heating streets

It's been a hundred years in Russia,

And why are people worried?

The authorities will never understand.

Why all these performances?

Against rising prices for utilities,

And especially heating,

The oligarchs already live well!

And the authorities, in principle, will not understand with their minds,

That Russia is not only a few million rich people,

But also more than 140 million other people...

Why are you joining the army?

Do you dream of becoming a special forces soldier, paratrooper,

But you won't even understand

How your life will be tied up with a candy wrapper!

And you will become its content,

And when you're pretty tired,

Finally you will understand

Why are you suffering?

Whose interests are you defending?

It's a shame to defend the country,

Loving only the treasury.

It’s disgusting to defend those people,

Which have no honor

They don't want to know either conscience

Petty, cowards, small and large,

Cunning, stupid and generally stupid.

This list can go on for a long time,

But it’s better to reduce it as quickly as possible.

Of course, it's good to be a patriot of your country,

Although it is unpleasant to understand,

Why does the country need us?

And what does she want to take from us?

Have you noticed that I'm talking about the country?

And not about the Motherland - no!

After all, man is given only one homeland,

Not necessarily where his country is.

That’s why you need to love your Motherland with your soul,

And stand up for your neighbors,

And these concepts must be distinguished,

So as not to start doing stupid things.

***

I love my homeland, but

Patriotism remained only in the movies.

Everyone is busy with themselves

Gets his sandwich with caviar....

“The pointing finger will always find a fig in the pocket.”

From century to century, from year to year

The earth continues its course.

Time changes, faces change,

But the desire to get rich and enjoy power is constant.

These are the principles that move the world,

Which looks, excuse me, like a toilet.

Someone else's selfish interest

Veiled by demagoguery about patriotism,

Call for the advancement of the new sons of the Fatherland,

They put pasta on the ears of ordinary people,

Terrorists insert cartridges into the cartridges,

America boasts weapons system

With the rights of a master's position.

And the average man looks on, spitting,

out the window, deciding:

“Shouldn’t we go to the cinema?”

You say you are for justice?

Well, at least don’t show lice in this!

Like a Demagogue you walk through the world,

Although every time you put more and more in your pocket!

The tariff has already been set

Growing like a coral reef.

But you continue to shake the air with words,

That the truth is always behind you.

Of course she's behind you

Stands alone by the window

Trying to stick out my face, whiter than a sheet,

from behind your back,

alone is indignant.

And you have already officially announced,

Angry at the incompetence of those deliberating:

What to apply for

to receive medals

need in advance

Because how you should assign

meeting,

For the purpose of discussing the cost of the award,

To satisfy all beliefs.

But things are no better in universities

Those faces are still sitting there...

Trained by honesty already

Faces look like Faberge eggs, -

So honest, open...

and so, -

They are trying to hide the growing needs of their stomach....

Beautiful stones - rubies,

Some people like diamonds

And the wars with the world are one -

There life is worth a bead.

***

The word “warrior,” in contrast to the word “military,” is a noun, that is, it does not mean belonging to war, but an independent concept, equal in rights to war. For example, not every military man is a warrior, and not every warrior is necessarily a military man. The soul of a warrior. Such a person, going into battle, admires nature, talks about life, while his body is already being rebuilt in anticipation of this battle. He gets used to such a life, gets used to the whistle of death at his temple... This is just a new way of consciousness. This is wildness for some, but commonplace for others. After all, everything is relative. The relativity of war and peace. The ancients said that whoever wants to live in peace must be able to fight... And the very concept of war cannot be canonized, especially in the modern world.

***

"For everyone who knows that the verb "fight" is

The verb is sad, but sometimes necessary." (Simonov)

I like it, I like it very much

This greenery. There is silence around -

This face of the emerging night,

When the moon rises in the sky,

When the twilight is torn in two,

Missing the bright dawn

When life's minutes merge

In a billion years to come.

We are advancing little by little

In the silence of the cold dew,

Feeling like going to God

We are walking along the heavenly highways.

We are calm. We chose ourselves

This life from war to war.

We appear like a tsunami

Unexpectedly in places around the country.

With every step the excitement is sweeter,

We are ready for anything in fate,

But, however, victory in battle

We always address ourselves.

We can do this

What you dreamed of even in your dreams.

We dare to look fate in the eye,

Overcoming fear...

“...life was immediately divided into two incompatible parts: the one that existed before the war, and the one that existed now.” (Simonov "The Living and the Dead").

What is war?

- This is life without peace and sleep.

This is the delirium of someone who has gone crazy after a breakup,

Scattering life into pieces.

This is the cry of a broken soul.

This is the time when thoughts flash blurry,

When you move forward without knowing why,

But you feel like you need to help yourself

I can't do anything.

You're walking and there's shrapnel

Your weeks are measured

And someone's commercial calculation

I may have already sold your platoon...

"War happens when, instead of thinking, they grab weapons." (Newman)

So you condemn the war in Chechnya,

I admit, this is not for me either.

But even for the sake of justice

There is no need to seek mercy from the government.

Although they don't talk about it,

But they simply don’t want to end the war,

And in vain they expose the guys to bullets.

Now I will partially explain why.

Some need to "wash" the treasury,

Someone to get a title and experience,

Someone to add something to their salary.

The war, of course, can be stopped,

But to do this, self-interest must be overcome.

And the confrontation between security forces,

Such as the FSB, GRU...finally MUR,

Leads to nothing

Well, why destroy the country yourself!

(The USSR is a prime example of this.)

The root cause of most military conflicts is precisely the economic factor, and ethnic, religious and others are just a pretext.

When I go into battle, I think about one thing:

O Almighty, protect my home,

Protect my family and my relatives,

And my comrades who are now in battle.

And I will pray at this hour,

So that a stray bullet doesn't hit us.

Words fly, but thoughts remain here,

Words without thought will not reach heaven.

But even if they kill you in battle,

I will die for my Motherland,

Be patient, soul, evil will be exposed,

Although it has gone from sight to the underworld.

And you will live in this world

In honor and love, as can be,

But even if so, remember one thing:

Everything that lives will die

And through nature it will pass into eternity.

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Instead of an afterword from Yevgeny Chebalin’s novel “The Corporal’s Harem”:

I'll tell you a fairy tale. There is a car in the world. This machine is driven by people - not people... How can I tell you? In general, a terrible minded scoundrel on two legs. They have one goal at all times: to crush the world under themselves in order to sit on its neck and command. And for this they invented a machine with their terrible mind. And there are two most important gears in it - monetary and punitive.

So, these same scoundrels launch their car into some state and take everyone who disagrees to crawl on all fours in front of it into circulation: whoever is bought, and whoever is not sold is thrown to the wall. Only Russia, not tidied up for the twentieth century, remains, sticks out, a stupid fool, you can’t bend it, you can’t swallow it, you can’t convert it to the rogue faith.

And the scoundrels launched their largest and most predatory machine into Russia. And she went to grind the Russian people in her gears, only the bones crunched and blood splashed. The intellectual and the peasant suffered the most, since the former was the quickest to see through the foolish plan and turn it inside out, and the peasant resisted most of all, so much so that soon this machine began to skid, getting bogged down in the meat and blood of the peasant. And he, a bast-foot worker, a grain grower, is still alive, still clings to his land, does not forget his customs and language. And there is no way to uproot it, rooted and standing en masse.

Then the scoundrels unleashed another tactic on their machine: to divide the Russian army into separate human-nations, so that it would be easier to break them one by one and so that they would break themselves to help it.

Well, remember who exterminated the Basmachi Turkmen? Russian soldier. Who pacified the Tambov peasant revolt? Don Cossack. Who liquidated the Don Cossacks as a class, by whose hands? By the hands of a Muscovite, a Penzyak, a Yaroslavl, a St. Petersburg proletarian. Who crushed the St. Petersburg and Moscow riots? Cossack and Wild Division from the Caucasus. Who evicted the Chechens, Ingush, Balkars, Kalmyks, and Tatars? An Orthodox Slav, bound by an oath and a tribunal.

We are all taken apart by nation, like hounds in kennels, stained with other people's blood, baited at each other so that we bark and grin like dogs. And when they finally take us away, the machine will be a piece of cake to deal with us.

But notice, Shamil, notice this: the destructive gears of this machine turn according to their own vile laws, they have no division along national lines. They have no nation, clan or tribe.

Beria is Mingrelian, Kobulov is Armenian, Merkulov and Kolesnikov are Russian, Gachiev is Vainakh. Who were Bela Kun and Zemlyachka, who exterminated one hundred thousand Russian officers in Crimea? Hungarian and Jewish. Who is Yagoda? Jew. But these are their second nationalities, and the main one is the gear. They are gearheads by their main nationality, fighter gearheads. Israilov is of the same breed.

And they desperately need our enmity, so that I, a Russian, my fighting brother, the Chechen Shamil Ushakhov, would become embittered, so that we would become furious with each other, forget everything on which human brotherhood rests: our honor, conscience, the customs of our ancestors and language, culture my.

Well, let's respect this fighter mechanism, bare our teeth and run away? Shall we go wild and become brutish for his joy? Shall we become embittered and separate our children and grandchildren into enmity?

Publication in Russian on my Zen blog
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