A failed shooting in Anapa: they killed Uncle Kolya the guard with a grandfather’s TOZ, wounded a librarian and a student. The kid got revenge for being cheated out of half a million — wanted to get a diploma externally, but was deceived a little. This is already the fifth attack in 20 days in Russia. In Ufa, a youngster recently stabbed foreigners under neo-Nazi slogans.
Violence is becoming normal. The ballistic protection towers broadcast about murders non-stop, there’s politics all around, you die today, I die tomorrow, and teenagers’ psyches are just breaking down.
The photo, I think, is fire. “We can repeat.” But you will have to repeat everything that you weren’t told about. You will have to repeat the execution of Marshal Grigory Kulik, for a moment — a Hero of the Soviet Union, who was shot for embezzlement of military property and a lavish lifestyle at state expense. You will have to remember Colonel-General Vasily Gordov, where there was looting on a cosmic scale: everything was taken out of Germany, from pianos to toilets.
And when Minister of Culture Aleksandrov, academics, and CC officials organized elite brothels — the “gladiator affair” — girls weren’t just lured there, some of the contingent was brought directly from orphanages. A little communist indulgence for orphans from all over the Union. Epstein’s island for animals who are more equal, Zucker, this is “Animal Farm,” don’t fuss.
Of course, there was also a surge of gang rapes in the rear when veterans transferred their habits to their own women. And they weren’t happy, began to file reports, and the system had to do something.
In one year alone, 1946, there were 600,000 serious crimes recorded. Hundreds of thousands of armed deserters and veterans wandered the country, accustomed to eating meat every day, but in the rear, they had to see potatoes every other day.
And the real “Black Cat” — the Mitin gang — was far bloodier than the cinematic ones. These weren’t professional thieves, Soviet censorship was simply too shy to show the hard workers from defense factories. During the day they received accolades, and at night they boiled people for ration cards for 5 loaves of bread.
And all of this will not be repeated by someone abstract. It will be with you, with your elderly parents-guards, with your children, with your neighbors. Cannibals will tell you how to love your homeland.
Dear Russians, you managed to repeat it and you will repeat much more. Go ahead, I think. Dreams must come true.
Cover illustration: Alisa Kananen/Vestka
