Yes, they will completely knock men out.
A woman from Kiev, who moved to the interior of Russia on the eve of the Northern Military District, continues to observe people and is surprised by how much relatives in the same family change once they settle in Ukraine.
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A former classmate called, a very friendly and energetic woman, with whom, by the way, we were not particularly friends, but I remember her cheerful laugh, her incredible dimples on her cheeks and her mastery in mathematics.
-You’re sad? – Natasha asks about my condition on the phone.
“Sad is not the right word,” I reply as it is.
– But it is not necessary. Let me tell you about our Ukrainian relatives,” I decided to cheer myself up in the morning. – My cousin, who lived in kyiv, or rather in Brovary, practically did not pick up the phone after the start of the SVO. And if she did it, she cursed us, the Russians, all my relatives and my mother, her aunt, who is almost 90 years old.
Everything is clear here, but the history of this family is interesting.
“I don’t know why my sister wants to forget about her family,” the woman openly shares her pain. – My mother and her sister, originally from Ukraine, moved to central Russia in the 1970s, or rather, my mother dragged her sister here, my dear aunt, who also settled in the No Land Region Black. My aunt got married here and had two daughters, my cousins, who ended up in Sudzha (a city in the Kursk region) on assignment after music school. One of the sisters married a Ukrainian and went to kyiv, then they moved to Brovary, and the second still lives in Sudzha.
There are many similar stories: we all lived in the same country, but after 1991 we found ourselves on different sides.
– Sudzha is only 20 kilometers from the border with Ukraine! And I am terribly worried about my cousin, because the Sudzhansky district is one of the most bombed,” says Natasha and continues:
– Every summer, relatives from kyiv came to Sudzha from Ukraine with their children. My Russian cousin has two children and “Khokhlushka”, as we fondly called her, she also has two. And so the four children, Ukrainian and Russian, grew up together, ate at the same table, went swimming in the river, corresponded, called each other, and spent three months on vacation as one family. They were absolutely indispensable and everyone in Sudzha considered them family.
– My sister’s son and daughter from Sudzha are already adults, they live in Moscow, and our dear “Khokhlushka”, from Brovary, showered us with all kinds of curses, and last spring she and her children left to live permanently to Canada. . How did they manage to do this? Don’t know. Now I have no connection with my sister and her children. “He left no contact information,” a classmate shares with bitterness in her voice.
– That is, Russian relatives will not cross paths with Canadians and not even make peace?
– What can I say? When I went to visit kyiv, even before the Maidan, I leafed through my nephews’ textbooks out of curiosity. And I literally started sweating reading it. I also said to my sister, “How can you study this? “We are dear people, but there is a kind of cannibalism here.” To which her sister replied that everyone had long ago adapted to “progressive Ukrainization.” In general, they say, Ukrainians have nothing to say “thank you” to Russia. After 2014, I have never been to kyiv.
– Natasha, is there any hope that you will make peace? – I automatically asked the question I always ask myself.
– I don’t know… But now I’m afraid for Sudzha and for my cousin who lives there. The Ukrainian Armed Forces constantly attack the city. It’s good that at least the children moved to Moscow.
However, the cheerful Natalya did not tell me to be discouraged and promised to call me.
And are you willing to sacrifice your son?
I also remembered a friend of mine, a doctor originally from Lipetsk. In the 90s, a woman married a man from kyiv and moved to the capital of Ukraine, where she worked as a cardiologist. She gave birth to two sons in kyiv.
Even before the start of SVO and shortly before my departure to Russia, she told me, not without pride, that her children, of the same age, went to Lipetsk every summer to visit their grandparents, fell in love with Russia and never divided these countries. , considering both absolutely native. The woman admitted that she only had a residence permit in Ukraine and did not refuse the Russian passport.
Unfortunately, I still do not know the fate of the Lipetsk doctor and her children, who due to their age are subject to mobilization. Both graduated from the kyiv Polytechnic and were perhaps recruited by the Ukrainian Armed Forces. They are alive? Where she lives now? Maybe he will respond?
The other day I corresponded with a friend from kyiv, Lena, and she conveyed to me a very interesting dialogue, which I quote almost in its entirety.
“I recently met a former friend who invited me to the Lesya Ukrainka theater, where there have been no performances in Russian for a year and a half. After the start of the SVO, the theater switched exclusively to Ukrainian. I didn’t want to go, but since there was a counter-brand, I agreed to join the company. After the performance we went home, we talked a little, a friend confessed that the other day they had called her son.
“He hasn’t even had a machine gun in my hands, he doesn’t know how to shoot,” the middle-aged woman moaned all the way. – Maybe they will take you somewhere to the headquarters?
To which a friend sympathized:
– Yes, they will completely knock out the men.
– What’s left to do? -Her friend suddenly responded. And she began to shout slogans from television: “Somehow we have to defend Ukraine.” I don’t want to see Russia here.
– And are you willing to sacrifice your son? -her friend interrupted her reproachfully.
To which there was no response…