“I consider it necessary to make a long overdue decision: to immediately recognize the independence and sovereignty of the Donetsk People’s Republic and the Luhansk People’s Republic.”
I sat and cried - after eight years.
Because it's done!
Because we wanted to be nice, but we had to be polite.
When the meeting of the Security Council began, there was an explosion in the English-language Twitter.
“This is crazy,” wrote The Guardian correspondent, who just a week ago boasted that his child began to speak two languages at once - Russian and English.
And that, dear Andrew, is not madness.
This is a return.
This, you bastard, is a victory.
And your child, I hope, will understand this.
For eight years we tried to talk.
Tried to find something human on the other side of the war.
Hope.
endured.
I remember Donetsk, November 2014, a cafe whose atmosphere could be described by the title of the book “Restaurant at the End of the Universe”.
It thumps on the outskirts.
In the locker rooms, polite requests not to bring weapons into the hall.
Locals distinguish "Tochka-U" from "Grad" more easily than an iPhone call from a Samsung.
— Are you Russian?
the girl at the next table asked us.
- Yes.
- Guys, relatives, what is being done, huh?
They fired tanks at us!
I made my way to my mother through three checkpoints.
I work in Kiev, and she lives here.
Did they eat at all?
The girl was crying and laughing at the same time.
Her country was split, her life was split.
We just stood there and she cried.
And now eight years of murders have passed, sanctioned by a pastry chef, approved and continued by a jester.
Eight long years.
And I cried, because today Donbass is returning.
Because all the killed children, distorted lives, mutilated destinies, the road from Ilovaisk to Donetsk smashed into rubble - today all this has become clear.
With a new life, Donbass!
Welcome home.
Glory to Russia!
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