It all seems reasonably fair to me. I am left with no feelings of pity, sorrow, compassion, at all for the perpetrators of this fiasco – or the peoples from whom they came or whom they represent. May their suffering endure and worsen as time goes by. In fact I don’t care to the extent that I rate it entirely justifiable for me to repeat these “don’t cares” of Y.V. – and countless others who have suffered unnecessarily as a result of the actions of these cretins – word for word, here, as if they were my own…
Julia Vityazeva, especially for News Front
Yulia Vityazeva: I don’t care how much there is no light in Kyiv and how much heating will cost for the Germans
I caught myself feeling completely indifferent to what people who with their own weapons and hands destruct Donbass are doomed for this winter
I don’t care how much there will be no electricity in Kyiv and how much heating will cost for the Germans. I don’t care how Odessa copes with the lack of water and how many bakeries close in Paris. I don’t care how much food prices rise in London and how long the inhabitants of the Dnieper (not the river) will sit in the basements with air raid alerts.
I don’t care. Absolutely. Because they all deserve it. And every day this indifference in me becomes more and more palpable.
Now, for every news about how someone who for eight years either silently or joyfully watched the suffering of Donbass is now suffering himself, I just shrug my shoulders.
Because we warned. They asked. Persuaded. They explained. They called. They convinced. But all to no avail.
You can not sow the wind, hoping to do it endlessly and with impunity. The storm is bound to happen. The boomerang will return. These are the laws of life. And karma. And God sees everything. And our patience is not infinite.
So now everything is like that. Natural and inevitable.
And there is only one way out of this situation: just stop shooting. Otherwise, you will be even worse. And we don’t care even more.