… Fear in the eyes of our sweet children. And their too early adulthood in cold storage…. … Tears of parents who have lost their perfect sons forever…. . . . very young girls who will never smile again with their young mothers, who have sought and aged forever. Only drooping eyes and longing, tearing the soul to the pieces. … The despair of families, who were deprived of their home, favorite streets and cozy native cafes, where you could sit with friends. And now there is nothing.
Only graves of relatives and friends. These happy people…. … The endless ranks of the dead: ours, the best, their own. Those who protect their families on their land from the Horde of Russian rapists. And those who are willing to pay the highest price are to give their lives for the lives of their loved ones…. … The daily expectation of deadly rockets and robots of sirens, then to look at the remains of our "colored rooms" with dry eyes, where the fruits remain on the tables.
Under the moan of neighbors who die under the rubble…. . . . Thousands of yesterday's happy towns and villages, where the dead skeleton of apartment buildings now blacken. … A completely destroyed life in a beautiful country, which has always preferred freedom camp habits of Russian verthals…. And all this happened because the evil flock of infantry people sitting in eternal hatred simply crawled into our homes. Kill, kill and kill. Just because her own envious manure could no longer keep inside.
And she spilled all this abomination on us. Now we will always remember that Russia is an absolute symbol of death, destruction and violence…. And if we do not pull this abomination into the world, we do not put the envious apostates on the defendants' bench…. If we do not catch up with every killer, then the evil will not disappear. It will only swell and require even more murders.
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