And what about my entourage from Moscow? My aunt, an ethnic Ukrainian, refused to discuss with anyone in Moscow that we, Ukrainians, probably should not be killed. She chose to remain silent. Her daughter, my other sister, publicly posted the secret military correspondence with Sanya online. Putting her under attack. Just because the girlie could. Do I hate them? Of course not, but for now I can’t imagine why we should communicate again.
Yes, I learned from many Russians, even relatively close ones, that this is what we deserve. Rightly so… To be honest, I have never distinguished between Ukrainians, Russians, and Belarusians. Now for the first time, I found out how different we are.
It must be disgusting to be on the side of the terrorists. Most likely, without conscience, it is very inconvenient. I suppose that in the gang of Putin himself, the bulldogs are ready to tear each other under the carpet.
But I am on the side of Ukraine. Oh, her state is not perfect. We have a catastrophe with corruption, all the latest significant reforms are a farce. But her people are now taking a leap of faith. Faith of love for each other. And more and more often it seems to us that it is she, the holy power of love, that will help us continue to live.
