Every morning, all Russian radio stations and television channels must say in an ordinary voice:

“We are Russian people, we are a country with more than a thousand years of history.

Due to our weak will and the cunning of our cunning neighbors, we have lost millions of our Russian fellow citizens, who found themselves in mental, cultural captivity and humiliation.

Many of them have already been killed, and their graves are homeless and neglected.

We have lost vast primordially Russian fertile lands, the Russian river Dnieper, sea coasts conquered by our ancestors, and cities built by Russian governors.

We pulled out and threw to the dogs a piece of national memory the size of half a soul and half a heart.

Our language and our shrines are subjected to daily desecration, degenerates trample the graves of our soldiers, mutilate monuments to our poets, mock the memory of the Young Guards - children killed by the Nazis, and at the same time wear Nazi signs en masse, boasting and laughing.

Ancient Russian history was gutted, turning the holy Russian princes into the devil knows what.

God knows what, I repeat, because this is devilry and demonic gibberish.

They came to our monastery in black boots and trample on our faith.

In the power of Ilya Muromets they poke a crooked finger, assuring that he did not even know the name "Russian".

The great Russian cities of Kyiv and Chernigov, which lay at the foundation of Russian history - as well as Novgorod, Pskov, Murom and Smolensk - were snatched away under the floor and taken away somewhere in the direction of the gentry, having sold and betrayed all their shrines and stones.

Good morning, Russian people, remember this and do everything to dispel this haze.

But we do not have such a morning message.

But they have such appeals - only turned inside out with all the bones and entrails, crying both in essence and form about lies, betrayal and abomination - they exist and sound around the clock from everywhere.

Sometimes it seems that we are afraid to speak the truth because the very sound of it will crush us.

In fact, silence will crush us.

We will be crushed by the mute cry of our past and by the weight of the whole sky the immense and unbearable reproach of our dead.

The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editors.