Що тут казати? Серце кипить. Душа стогне, плаче. Ненавидить. Цього не було. Було нормально. Жили собі, ходили кудись, щось робили. Порпались. Туди-сюди, туди-сюди... Нормально було, нормально.
Бабах.
Що? Як? Та невже? Та ну! Не може бути! Нормально ж було. Нормально!
Світ став іншим. Страх. Відчай. Лють. Пройшло трохи часу, залишилась тільки лють. Лють позвала рідну сестру — ненавість. Ненавість до всього російського. Вам, блядям, цього ніколи не зрозуміти! Я не можу з собою нічого зробити. Воно тепер так є. Воно тепер так буде. Я розумію, що «там» є нормальні люди. «Там» залишились мої друзї. Багато друзів. Я розумію, що вони потрапили в заручники головного гандона планети. Я розумію, що сам міг би попасти в такі ж обставини. Я не кажу їм виходити на вулицю і лізти в автозаки. Я чекаю від них хоть якогось співчуття. Тут знищують людей. Знищують людей. Знищують. Хоча б якогось співчуття. «Нєт войне» — не варіант. Придумайте трохи більше слів.
З самого початку війни нарахував аж чотирьох. До них питань нема. Троє з них виросли в Україні. Отак. Чекаю. Може будуть ще. А може й ні...
Жили собі, ходили кудись, щось робили. Порпались. Туди-сюди, туди-сюди... Нормально було, нормально...
Вже не так. Живем. Ідем. Робим. Живем на всю, бо не ясно. Ідем, куди треба, бо нема часу. Робим, що робим, бо треба. Так не то, щоб нормально, так чесно.
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What is there to say? The heart is boiling. The soul groans, cries. Hates. It didn't happen. It was ok. We were living, going out, doing something. Digging our stuff. Back and forth, back and forth... It was ok.
Boom.
What? How? Really? Gosh! No way! It was ok. It was ok!
The world is different now. Fear. Despair. Rage. A little time passed, only rage remained. Rage called for a kindred sister — hatred. Hatred of everything Russian. You fuckers will never understand that! I couldn't help myself. Now it is so. Now it will be like that. I understand that there are normal people there. My friends are still there. Many friends. I understand that they have been taken as a hostages by the world's biggest asshole. I realize that I might have been in the same circumstances myself. I don't tell them to go out on the street and get into the police cars. I just expect them to have some compassion. People are being killed here. They're killing people. Killing. At least some compassion. "No war" is not an option. Come up with a few more words.
I've counted four (friends) since the war began. There are no questions about them. Three of them grew up in Ukraine. There you go. Waiting. Maybe there will be more. Or maybe not...
We were living, going out, doing something. Digging our stuff. Back and forth, back and forth... It was ok....
Not anymore. Living. Walking. Doing. Living to the fullest, because nothing is clear. Going where we need to go because there's no time. Doing what we do because we have to. It's not that it's ok, it's honest.
A wonderful musical collection that shows the unity of the whole world and the support of Ukraine during the long war, which will undoubtedly end with the victory of Ukraine. And now the terrible numbers... Only according to official data as of today #russiaisaterroriststate killed 510 children in Ukraine, injured another 1141 children, kidnapped 19546 children. There are many more unofficial victims. And russia remains a member of the UN... desynkro303
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