The above is a Czech expression used whenever you are irritated…
I keep on hearing about Brotherly Nations from an unlikely source. From Ukrainian volunteers fleeing at Ilovaysk, in a video by the activist Rostyslav Shaposhnikov. Or a recent video of Denis Kazanskiy, a pro-Ukrainian activist from Donetsk commenting on Boroday and Surkov at a conference of Russian Donbass volunteers. Boroday warned that a bloody mess might be necessary to deal with the Ukrainian crisis. It was a strong statement but why should we cry about Ukrainian myrmidons, who came to Donbass to punish people for wanting a referendum?
People like Boroday put a wrench in the plans of the Kiev regime to deal with Donetsk the way they dealt with Odessa, Mariupol, Kharkov. But Ukrainians making appeal to “Brotherly Nations” would like to make it seem that Ukrainian Russophobia is something new, it isn’t. I witnessed it heavily before the Maidan, and during the Maidan. The myth about “Brotherly Nations” died with the Soviet Union, the regime that created it, and I have never seen anything more more funny than Ukrainians, who volunteered to punish the Donbass people for being vatniks and sovoks, fleeing for their life screaming about a Soviet myth being dead.
I rest my case.
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