In Kyiv, Severo-Syretska Street was renamed Viktor Nekrasov Street.

Because, apparently, the North is bad, the northern raw orcs live there.

And they consider Nekrasov there as one of their own.

Viktor Nekrasov is the same writer and front-line soldier who wrote the great story In the Trenches of Stalingrad, for which he received the Stalin Prize.

He was born in Kyiv, lived there before the war, and then returned there after the war, was friends, talked with a local dissident, well, he became friends to the point that Brezhnev gently asked him to leave.

Nekrasov - a good, brave, cheerful, handsome man - left and only in Europe understood the price of European freedom.

Once he criticized their order in his notes, two ... And on the third he was told: "You know, we will no longer print you."

“This is Europe!

Nekrasov laughed.

“That’s how freedom is…”

In Kyiv, back in the 1990s, a memorial plaque was erected to him, he was considered a local celebrity there: well, such a famous Muscovite was friends with their non-Polish Khrushchev and Brezhnev times.

Although he is not a Muscovite at all, but a Russian man of noble blood from the Russian city of Kyiv, who grew up in a Russian environment, which was completely natural in Kyiv.

But few people know (although this is not a secret at all): in Europe, Nekrasov shied away from any independents who left the Union of Independents, reacted sarcastically to all their talk about how Muscovites oppressed freedom-loving crests: “Are you out of your mind, friends my?.."

He did not attend their conferences and considered all this antics for the West to be a terrible shame.

Before perestroika, he, fortunately, did not live.

He died in 1987 - at the very beginning.

He was a normal Russian man and officer.

In fact, Nekrasov is a sad forerunner of those normal Russian people who have moved out today, convinced that here, in Russia, everything is harsh and dishonest, but there, with them, it is gentle and philanthropic - and one more thing: you can’t offend Ukrainians, they are children and our brothers.

On the poorly studied example of Nekrasov, it would have been possible 30, 20, ten years ago to study what “free Europe” is and what “independent comrades” are.

It would even be possible to make such a movie in Russia - about his honest delusions.

Well, at least a documentary.

To make a kind of monument to an honest and worthy human error.

But here, in Russia, in the past 30 years there was no one to make such a film and no one to explain the tragedy of Nekrasov.

We just didn't think about it.

We did not think here, but they there, in Kyiv, simply do not know.

They even renamed the street.

Well, well done.

Now they will read my article - they will run to chip off the signs.

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