#russian war

😡Внаслідок атаки пошкоджено об’єкти критичної інфраструктури в Новоукраїнському районі. Без електропостачання залишаються 19 населених пунктів, повідомив керівник ОВА Андрій Райкович.

Також через масовані обстріли ускладнений рух поїздів у кількох регіонах, зокрема на Кіровоградщині, Харківщині та Сумщині, повідомили в Укрзалізниці. Затримки поїздів сягають понад двох годин.

The text was (as I don't know if it was removed afterwards, for anyone looking for source - scroll to my 2022 posts lol) as imperialistic as it was riddled with spiritual ritualism that Russian society deeply resonates with.

In essence, before modern bots started spewing commands to twist it on NATO, West, bio labs, and other bullshit (first comments of this nature were launched in March 2022 by the way), the manifesto explains Putin's upcoming claim to Ukraine as symbolism. He is VLADIMIR Putin and Rus was founded by St VLADIMIR. That's literally it. No exaggeration, no complexities, this was the main argument.

So, now that even Trumpist US defence departments are stating that Ukraine is winning (even with difficult situation in the front), that Russian advances, however Pyrrhic, are unsustainable, that Russian economy is sinking despite central bank magician's best efforts, and that population decline is past the point of no return, it IS very symbolic that Rus was founded by St Vladimir (in Putin's words) and Russia, in its current status, will end with Vladimir Putin.

Because even when his frail old body will give up, whoever inherits this uninheritable position will face a war devastated population and economy that will have no other option but becoming an (un)official Chinese colony. Already, according to locals in Siberia, Chinese businesses get free reign in Siberia, and, according to EU official statements, China is propping up Russian military and economy.

I am a girl living in Italy, studying there too, but I am ukrainian. I remember so vividly what happened the night before the war. I was scrolling on tumblr, and I remember reposting a photo of My Little Pony right before going to bed. It was late, around midnight (pretty late for a 14 y.o girl).

I woke up the next day around 6 AM with a feeling of dread and alarm bells going off in my mind. "Something's wrong" I remember thinking. I pretended to be asleep and listened to my mother talk to her cousin, who lived in Kyiv. "Don't stay there" she said, "get away from there, it's dangerous".

I wasn't stupid, I understood what had begun. I got up and started texting all my friends in Ukraine. Some of them were all right (physically speaking), all of them were scared. My best friend told me she woke up due to explosions, and then the teachers sent everyone home (because she lived in a college).

I remember crying at school when my classmate made an out of pocket "joke". She said 'Oh, where did you come out from? The bombs?'. I was heartbroken because I thought of her as my friend.

I couldn't focus in class. I texted everyone I knew to make sure they were okay, and luckily my teachers didn't say anything about me being on the phone.

That day was all about news, news, news. On TV, on Telegram, on YouTube, all we listened to and read about were news.