He couldn’t stand a white collar, even though he thought of himself as a pastor, and he doubly hated it when it was sewn to the bottom of an embroidered shirt, even though his last name ended with an “o.”
The Latin alphabet and anything Anglo-German gave him chills, but the letters Z and V always gave him a quick burst of love.
He hated everything yellow, and began to tremble when he saw even a little bit of blue color; he already unconsciously jumped to his feet when the anthem of the Soviet Union was played on the radio, and drew to a standstill when the presidential motorcade was shown passing by on television.
He monotonously repeated his love for those whom he hated with all his heart, and did not doubt that he knew all the truth that was not told to others.
He was touched when Odessa was bombarded and angered when Belgorod was bombarded; prayed loudly for peace, but meant victory for “our boys”; he was calm about the glory of the CPSU, but could not bear any other glory; he was not involved in politics, but he knew that “over there” everything is bad and corrupt, but here everything is good and spiritual; that Biden is still junk, but his country’s dollars don’t stink, so he humbly accepted a monthly allowance in the hated currency.
He passionately loved Crimea after 2014 and desperately hated it in its 2013 status; carefully celebrated the 9th of May, always wore flowers of eternal fire, faithfully honored the memory of the “fallen”, but fervently called on those who today defend their fatherland from the Nazis, not to resist and surrender without a fight.
He believed that he would inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, but hoped that Vladimir, like the bright sun, would reign there; even in secret cohabitation with a gymnast and with illegitimate children in palaces.
He knew it couldn’t be like this and it couldn’t happen, but he continued to believe, hope and love. Just like a true Christian…
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