Maria Vladimirovna Zakharova. (№ 362023)

Twenty years I was in Israel - it was a day trip by boat during a one-week holiday in Cyprus where my mom took her brother. These few hours in Jerusalem and Bethlehem turned my life upside down. Completely. It has a religion. Not faith. It was in the past, in the form of intuitive feelings, hunches, and even understanding. But it was some sort of... pagan or something. And there burned. This charge lasts until now. All the memories are fresh and even tangible. While still in Bethlehem I said that I like all rites. And uncle, then we are very financially helping, in one of the local jewelry stores I bought that same gold chain, which for me always. Back in Moscow I was baptized. Since I am Orthodox, in the sense that I try to be. On the back of my little cross, which was bought in an Arab store and I have always written "Jerusalem".
Our religion forbids hatred. She punishes for her. But I have what in English is called objective hate, and in Russian, forgetting about the pathos, perhaps, one can Express the well-known "noble rage". I hate all kinds of nationalism (from racial discrimination to religious intolerance), I hate it when humiliated or bullied, no matter who. I also hate stupidity and stupid rage, who are able to see the star of David, not in flower or snowflake, but even in the formula of benzene.