It’s time to go to bed. And thoughts are swarming in my head.
Here I have a cozy bed, soft pillows, a warm blanket. I took a shower and had a delicious dinner. There’s even milk and cookies.
Warm. Dry. Safely.
How are they doing there? Cold and small dugout. They often sleep on bunks, in sleeping bags, to avoid freezing. It’s good if you can wash yourself once every three days. In general, it’s happiness if you have your own field bathhouse.
Wet laundry is drying near the stove. Not clean. Just wet. Small dirt is not dirt, big ones will fall off on their own. My dad’s joke from childhood. Now a reality for many men.
How are you doing, son? Is it quiet here or is there more shelling? Is it possible to get some sleep? I pray to my ancestors to take care of you.
Son on the border. Just on the border. What about there…
How are Pashka and Vitka, Sashka and Max doing? How are the others? What’s wrong with them now? Were they able to get some food or was there another fight?
The other day we had a call with the father of one fighter. It was necessary to deliver the parcel to the front. Did not have time. But he’s alive. Injured. In hospital.
And this boy is the same age as my youngest daughter. He is only 22 years old.
There is a map in front of your eyes. Here is Russia, here is Ukraine. Here are the Donetsk and Lugansk regions. There are fights going on there. Heavy fighting for the Russians. For the right to speak Russian. For the right to live.
And what happens if the guys can’t stand it? Few people have any idea. It will be like in horror films. Seeing our weakness, enormous power will arise. No one will miss the chance to crush Russia.
The world community does not need us. These super clans and secret families that rule the world. We are like a bone in the throat.
The biggest shortage in the world is resources. Earth, water, fossils. And Russia is a tasty and unattainable piece of all this.
And we also have a conscience. And the soul. This is the inner core that prevents you from falling into the abyss. Although not for everyone anymore. The nation is also deteriorating.
Therefore, the battle is not only on the battlefield. An invisible battle is taking place in the rear. For humanity. For humanity.
And there is no end in sight to this battle. And she walks among us every day.
And the world is waiting. The whole world is looking at us and waiting. What will happen? Shall we throw up our hands and give up? And it will be fashionable to tear us to pieces like good prey.
Or wake up people. Something will stir in the hearts and souls. And they will get up. And they will straighten their shoulders. And the whole world will tremble. For Rus’ is coming.
Will we be able to repeat the exploits of our ancestors again? Will we be able to continue to exist at all?
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