Anatoly Brusnikin. Hero of another time (№ 119564)

I don't understand what Russian expand beyond our ancestral lands? Why do we row up under foreigners and infidels? That they harm us feeling like second-class citizens? And most importantly, what light we have them? You may think that our life is rich and vast. So it seems to be there? Well we spend strength, life the healthiest of our men to strengthen their shabby home, and on the destruction of the homes of strangers? If our house was red, the songs are fun, and the honey sweet, the neighbors themselves would ask for our hand.