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Переводчик.
Sneeze and cough v tvoi rukav.

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@Igor12066848 Бывают в жизни чудеса!

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@renarddemoscou А представьте, что бы эти Z-"почитатели" Булгакова вытворяли бы (и вытворяют!) в Украине, если бы она не выстояла?

Ну уж точно не "Мастера и Маргариту" цитировали, это уж точно.

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@dr_DMain @zgldz Двигателя внутреннего сгорания нет, чтобы глушить

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@shroomfuhrer @NaSutkiOdessa По человеческим сафари, которыми занимаются твои zоотечечтвенники, вопросов у тебя, как я понял, нет?

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@VictorKvert2008 В принципе, сами и просили

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@Sergey31777777 @Dialog_UA А кто такой хуйло?

Я бы вообще счел унизительным для себя, если бы пришлось звонить этой плешивой моли

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@HHatress Вы еще лейкопластырь не видели!

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@matilda77711 Я бы ему всю эту керамику ближе к сфинктеру утрамбовал кирзой. Чтоб не улыбался имплантами.

Видимо, гниль из ротовой полости пробралась и в мозг.
Хотя, о чем это я. Какой, бл*ть, мозг...

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@vl22ua @SillyWalksMstry Я бы на месте бурундуков оскорбился, если бы меня сравнили с русскими

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@silapravdi52899 @SillyWalksMstry 11 методичек из 10

Ты перестарался, иди на скамейку для дурачков.

Осторожнее в следующий раз, не пались так нагло!

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@EvKaravanych Я надеюсь, что молчаливая поддержка сво тоже будет считаться участием.

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@AS74LifeNumber2 Фууууууууууууу, как наигранно

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@FilonenkoOles А существует процедура отказа от родителей?

От детей же отказываются

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@S8gy2AEgVRHyS2Q Как же они заебали везде свой тачскрин пихать.
Желаю, чтобы они всю жизнь сидели перед своим ёбаным тачскрином и потными пальцами тыкали в экран, на котором нихера не видно и который отражает солнечный свет прямо им в ёбла, а на касания не реагировал от слова совсем.

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@NotindifVarvara Безумный Max: Дорога нахуй

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@SillyWalksMstry Россия покидает территорию Украины после торжественного объявления о безоговорочной победе в трехдневной сво

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@VictorKvert2008 Deorcification of Crimea

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@AS74LifeNumber2 А сколько дронов можно было бы закупить, сколько людей можно было бы обучить...

Неужели за столько лет войны так и не понял никто, что орава на мерседесах за тыщумильёнов выглядит не так внушительно, как тьма тьмущая дронов, встречающая агрессора огромным роем...

[žĕňěƙ @_ophusoon]

@FilonenkoOles Не стоит забывать, что этому просчету и провалу еще пытаются потакать многие цивилизованные на первый взгляд страны, вместо того, чтобы легко и просто удушить и избавиться от него.
Видимо, дестабилизация действительно приносит больше пользы, чем ее отсутствие.

[Illia Ponomarenko 🇺🇦 @IAPonomarenko]

No, sweetie.

Donetsk was a city of a million roses when its own Ukrainian flag flew above it.

Back then, it was also the fastest-growing and most rapidly prospering city in Ukraine -- home to what was the finest regional airport in Eastern Europe, one of the world's best football stadiums, a state-of-the-art railway terminal, and one of the cleanest, best-maintained cities in the region.

Its elites were running Kyiv, and every time I visited Donetsk as a student, riding the famous trolleybus Route No. 2 through the city, I was amazed by how many new office buildings were appearing, how much money was flowing into the city, and how many international companies were opening their doors there.

Fifteen years ago, to us kids from Donbas, Donetsk felt like the center of the universe because it had everything one could possibly dream of. It was a young city of universities and libraries, where the overwhelming majority of boys and girls from across Donbas went to study, including those from my own small hometown an hour away by bus.

Names like Liverpool or Detroit Rock City may mean nothing to you, but our Ukrainian Donetsk was a city of great rock clubs and unforgettable concerts. We traveled there to see Western bands perform.

We bought rock merchandise at the legendary Right House store near Krytyi Market. Scorpions, Rihanna, and Beyoncé performed at the famous Donbass Arena. Schoolchildren from across Donbas were bused in to watch Shakhtar Donetsk matches. The city even had a famous monument to The Beatles.

It was a city where we sang songs on guitars in its beautifully maintained parks and along the Kalmius embankment before heading out to buy the famous "green Donetsk burgers." Our older friends moved there after graduation, formed rock bands, recorded full albums, and held wedding celebrations in the squares around Donbas Arena. We traveled there to visit the legendary Radio Market in search of films, music, and books.

And then you arrived.

And you turned the wealthiest, most prosperous Ukrainian city into a piece of shit.

You deceived many of its people with sweet promises of Russian oil-fueled prosperity broadcast from television screens, but what you brought instead was war.

You transformed a thriving city into a criminal wasteland ruled by ethnic gangs from Russia, into a kingdom of Stalinist terror straight out of the 1930s, complete with torture chambers in the infamous Izolyatsia prison camp. You turned the magnificent Donetsk Airport into lifeless gray rubble, while the vast stands of Donbas Arena have spent a second decade slowly being reclaimed by weeds instead of hosting Champions League finals and Metallica concerts.

You swept away an entire generation of the city's men through your forced mobilization and threw them against Ukrainian machine guns until there were barely enough people left to keep basic municipal services running. Because of you, prosperous Donetsk became a withered desert without reliable water, because your war destroyed the canal system that carried water from the Siverskyi Donets River into Donbas. For years now, people have lived with chronic water shortages and have been reduced shitting into plastic bags forever.

You dragged Donetsk back like seventy years in time. You turned it into a depressed backwater, devoid of hope and future. Even ten years ago, tens of thousands of people, the most active, the most talented, the most entrepreneurial, fled the city and found refuge in Kyiv and elsewhere in Ukraine. Many of them still remember our Donetsk with tears in their eyes, the Donetsk that existed before the arrival of the "Russian World."

You transformed it into something that even my pro-Russian acquaintances are shocked to see when they return after years of occupation.

It was you who trampled the million roses of our Ukrainian Donetsk into shit beneath the tracks of your tanks and the boots of your death troops, turning them into a foul swamp of death and despair.

And that stain will forever remain on the conscience of fascist Russia, which brings nothing but destruction, decay, and death wherever it goes.