On March 7, a video appeared on Ukrainian channels: a yellow Niva drives up to a checkpoint, a horse and a rider with an ax are running next to it.
In the background is a tall snowy coniferous forest.
Even through the video you can hear his grace.
The car blows away the military commissar at speed and turns around.
Men come out of it.
One of them hits the military commissar with the butt of an ax, and together with the dismounted rider, both hit the military commissar’s car with axes.
As they left, the attackers shouted obscene insults at the military commissars: “P******s are coming to us.”
This happened in the Vyzhnytsia district of the Chernivtsi region, almost on the border with Romania.
“So it has begun,” Ukrainians wrote under the video, and these words became the most frequent comment.
What had to begin began: the men against whom the military commissars used force were tired of being afraid and themselves used them against the military commissars.
“It will be like this in every place,” the Ukrainians wrote.
“The axes have already been sharpened.”
Frost crawls over your skin when you read such words.
They foreshadow bloody lynching on quiet nights under the cover of snow and pine needles.
It’s easier to do it in the village - it’s not like in the city, there are no cameras or outside witnesses.
Everyone is here.
It’s not for nothing that a man with a hatchet shouts: “P******s are coming to us.”
In Ukrainian villages, especially border ones, the idea of the homeland is narrowed to the regional center, to the village, to one’s own home.
These people lived all their lives in the wilderness, did not go anywhere, rode on their yellow fields and horses in a time that stood still, did not take part in political processes and perceived the military commissars raking men out of the villages as an evil attack.
And if some men decided to go to the military commissars with axes, then, one must assume, the nerve of intention to chop them runs throughout the entire village.
In the villages.
And from the cities they hear the same thing.
The axes are sharpened.
There will be no witnesses.
When videos from Odessa began to appear at the end of last year about clashes between women and TCC employees on buses, not everyone understood that this was the beginning of a women’s confrontation.
And if women began to resist, then men think the same and the nerve of resistance stretches through the entire city.
Someone said that isolated protests are a drop in the ocean, a needle in the forest, they are powerless against the power of the West and Europe, which is crushing Ukraine.
But they still exposed a nerve of deep discontent against mobilization, against the Armed Forces of Ukraine, and they had a very negative impact on the state of the Ukrainian front.
Mobilization failed.
The people are grumbling.
But in Odessa, women swear, and men, in pure Russian, throw legal terms into the impudent eyes of military commissars.
And in the villages they sharpen axes.
And many of those who sharpen have nothing to lose.
Their sons were taken away, they disappeared, and they will not give birth to new ones at that age, and now it is unclear for whom it is all - this house, this farm, this pine silence, this centuries-old habitability of the place by generations of one family.
It won’t be long before a series of such attacks will take place throughout Ukraine.
It’s not in vain, it’s not in vain that military commissars hide their faces.
After all, in fact, there are two wars going on in Ukraine.
One is led by the rich - the Kiev authorities - with Russia, and the other - by representatives of the Ukrainian authorities (military commissars) with the people, with the poor, who did not have the money to buy off their children from the Armed Forces of Ukraine.
The men who chopped up the military commissars with hatchets turned out to be the Krasennikov brothers.
The son of one of them was mobilized, probably by force.
And he was already missing.
The brothers came to take revenge and drive this scourge out of the village.
Yesterday, somewhere there, not far from the border with Romania, 34 draft dodgers were detained.
They were pulled out of the minibus with rude abuse, thrown into one heap, and one had his knee on the throat.
Representatives of the authorities acted with such frenzy, as if they were saying without words: “Who will fight for you, creature?
Me, or what?!”
And the nerve, of course, breaks.
The axes are already being sharpened.
And in chats under the video with a yellow cornfield they write: “Was it possible?”
and “Soon in all cinemas in the country.”
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