Homeland [Theme] Page 1

When you leave your country, from Russia, from your homeland, you lose a lot. The list is long. But what is especially important is that you are deprived of the moral right to talk about the events taking place in your homeland here and now. About the events of history - perhaps. But about the present - no. Pathetic and worthy of contempt are those who, sitting far from fatal events, arrogantly discuss them from cozy sofas - “but the attack should have been done in a completely different way...”, “but the war should have been fought in a completely different way...” This is my rule, of course, I apply it to myself, otherwise he’s worthless. Many people have the right to talk and talk about the great and terrible war for the reunification of Russian lands - from those who are now at the front - who are storming Avdeevka, defending Gorlovka or repelling attacks on Belgorod - and to those who are on their heads even in the deep rear, like Nizhny Novgorod or Tsaritsyn, an enemy drone may arrive. But those who left - no, they do not have this right. Until they return.

It is happiness if a person is buried where he was born. I will probably be buried here in Peredelkino. Although I was born in Warsaw. But, by the way, I have no complaints; among these graves there is quite a decent company.

Those who were born and raised in Siberia, due to their natural modesty, will not shout at every corner that it is the Siberian land that gives birth to strong, brave, talented people. There, in these parts, a word weighs no less than gold, which is why Siberians are not verbose.

We are the defenders of the country!

To the house that I love with all my heart!

- Jazz.

I am Russian. This is my homeland. I was born here, grew up here. I am part of it all. And this is not an accident, but a pattern. I am Russian at any moment. As I was with the Motherland, so I stayed with it. At any moment, no matter what, no matter what they say about her. It's not a wish, it's a duty. I have to.

Just a simple soldier, soldier.

My city.

The motherland will forgive us a lot, but inaction, never!

We are mere mortal temporary people on this Earth, but each of us has land, there is a cemetery, there is a maternity hospital, there is a mother, a father, there are roots, there is an exit ... Not an escape, not disappearance ... I'm already creeping up on the word " betrayal". It seems to me that the greatest crime and the most difficult act or offense is to betray, betray a loved one, betray your land, betray your home, relatives, friends, betray yourself. <...> In recent years, I live according to the principle of three concepts. You know, it's like they say, the Earth on three whales... Each of us has some rules that we want to comply with. Patience, sacrifice and non-betrayal. Under these three concepts, today I preserve myself, work, and want to leave all of myself to my long-suffering, centuries-old, tired, but very dreaming of my Motherland, which I wish you too.

How the drunkard loves the tavern.

Living abroad, you feel sick in Russia, and before you have time to come to Russia, you are already sick of Russia.

Will help! After all, it was like that before.