And now you sea* me…

This immortal and magnificent fireball  is slowly changing its colors from vibrantly indescribable orange to unbearably bright white over the Atlantic every morning…  And walking on clouds reflected on sand is the heavenly road to happiness… VGM

Let’s deport Putin’s family and “friends” back to Russia.  Let them to enjoy the country they built; the “freedom” they created for the Russian people.  It is unfair to spend taxpayer money globally on investigating, prosecuting and sanctioning Putin’s Gang. The cage they built for others should become their own cage! VGM  

Every summer in the 1970s and 1980s I took a bus trip to my grandma’s house located in the Belogorsk province of Crimea.  The little towns throughout the central Crimea looked almost identical; lined up duplexes with a piece of land attached to it where the family shared only one wall of the building and property line with another family of  migrants.  Many of those people spoke different languages.  These temporary accommodations were provided only to those who worked on collective farms.  The temporary houses became permanent homes for many of them…  Half of a building with two rooms, a small kitchen, covered porch and no bathroom or running water became a forever home, and still is, for thousands of Crimean’s.  My aunt was milking cows by hand all her life …  I will never forget the taste of the crust of the white bread carefully cut for me and a small glass jar of warm milk right from under the cow … Of course, I had to work for it a little…) by helping my aunt to feed the cows and

How many of my people can remember the school class: “Russian - a language of inter-ethnic communication” and the endless statistics of what percent of the world’s population considered Russian as a first/second language…  Russian was always compared to English.  I felt like we were getting closer to winning something…)))  In the meantime, the rest of the world didn’t care…  I met many people who came from various socialist countries. I’ve heard sarcastic and even rude comments about learning Russian at school.  They preferred speaking English with me…  I understand why… To be continued…  VGM  

I was born and raised in Sevastopol, a military base, the only city in Crimea and Ukraine that didn’t teach the Ukrainian language at school.  The residents of Sevastopol and  military families spoke every language of every republic of the USSR.  Many militaries  dreamed of retiring in Sevastopol. I remember us laughing at others who couldn’t speak Russian well… My friend’s family, for example, always spoke Ukrainian language at home and only at home…  After all, the Russian language was mandatory not only in the Soviet Union but in all other socialist countries…  Why? …  Why did we believe in this annoying exclusivity of the Russian language…?  Russian nationality? …  To be continued…  VGM  

Putler can’t be neutralized until better replacement is found… The current government is so corrupted and involved in the war crimes… It must go down with him! … Russia will make another “god” …    Unfortunately, it’s their nature… because they don’t know any better… Where can a replacement be found?!… The candidate may be one of the leaders who left the country awhile back, someone who appreciates the value of freedom of speech, freedom of making independent decisions, someone who is free of propaganda, who cares about his people, a great manager elected for 4-8 years (only), capable of concentrating on internal affairs, true democrat, who actually knows what democracy is! …  VGM