Two days ago, my brothers and friends from the city of Dresden (Germany) presented me with a very symbolic gift, over which a poster was unfolded with the name of the city. Reading the inscription on the gift, I thought that humanity must remember another date, which for some reason, it is trying hard not to notice or forget. This is the date of one of the greatest war crimes of the Second World War - the date of the barbaric bombardment of Dresden, slaughtered by refugees and hospitals.
Then, in mid-February, in the fiery tornado, organized by the Anglo-American strategic bombers, absolutely senseless from a military point of view, 135 thousand civilians died. Thousands of tons of incendiary bombs and land mines erased the city to the state of the lunar surface - in its consequences this attack surpassed the later atomic bombing of Nagasaki.
- Symbolic gift from Dresden
And in the XXI century, all this happened again. Only this time, under Slavyansky, in the village of Semyonovka, where the Armed Forces of Ukraine experienced almost all types of weapons, ranging from heavy machine guns to the Grad MLRS and phosphorous bombs. And the fact that they could not blow up, destroyed incendiary projectiles.
One of the first Christmas trees in the “Bike Center”, which this year is dedicated to the Russian Dream, was visited by children from Donbass. They told me about their impressions for a long time, about what they understood and remembered from the fairy tale.
One boy of 8–10 years old said that Russia is his home and that most of all he dreams of not killing anyone else at his home. And he said that he was sure: the Russian Dream is a Dream of Peace! This is a very young boy’s dream. At parting, the children gave me a rose, forged from a bursting sleeve ...
And it is amazing how these two gifts — from ordinary people from Dresden and from the children of Donbass — given to me during the New Year trees are related to each other in the same dream - the Dream of Peace. And in the silent, stubborn resistance of mankind going to the abyss, driven there by the whip of the monstrous shepherd, grazing the world with a rod of iron ...
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