Russia killed a family with 8 children with 'Zircon' missile in Radushne village near Kryvyi Rih, Ukraine.
Right now six people are confirmed dead: parents Artem and Olena, their two sons aged 11 and 17, their 6-year-old daughter and baby grandson aged year-and-half.
Four more children are still searched under the rubble. Artem and Olena had 10 children. Their elder son serves in Armed Forces of Ukraine. Another son and daughter are abroad.
I don't know what to say at such moments.
That Russia is a fucking scum-state? That there's never been more evil in XXI century then Russia? That ISIS, HAMAS and Taliban look insignificant comparing to Russia (first of all by the scale of crimes committed)? This all has become so banal after four and half years of the war.
I believe I just have to speak out of this murdering and address to the West once again.
Dear West, on whose values we were brought up and whose moral guidelines and ideology, despite all the caveats, are still the most progressive and humanistic of all the humanity has created.
Dear West, while you were greeting the sunrise today, drinking coffee, going jogging, planning your day, Russia killed 8 children and their parents with direct missile strike.
Dear West, Ukraine is unable to make it through this war on its own. Not because Ukraine is weak, but because it has 4 times less population.
Dear West, we know how you got tired of bad news and how you want to live your best life. But there won't be ANY life until evil is defeated or at least stopped.
Dear West, please, get to know that 8 Ukrainian children were killed today with their parents by terrorist Russia. Let that sink in. And think about what you did, and what you DID NOT to stop it.
My parents were married for 33 years.
I never once heard the word “Divorce” in our house.
Not during fights, money stress, hard seasons. Never.
Before my wedding, my father pulled me aside and said a few things that still live in my head to this day....
Грущу,зато никто не ебет мозг,а если ебет,то не грущу,а злюсь и злюсь на то,что позволяю ебать мозг и этот замкнутый круг(омут) меня расщепляет на частички,что в итоге я опять у порога,я устал и ничего не хочу
Но отряхнувшись,я готов пробовать снова. Почему так ? Где ответ
Иногда от большой усталости я сдаюсь и кажется никогда больше не вернусь к новым попыткам стать счастливым,но только отряхнувшись я готов пробовать снова и снова. Бля,а что такое счастье?это все таки миг или постоянное что-то?друзья,мне 33,а я до сих пор так многого не понимаю.
И хочется забрать любимого человека и уехать - вот это точно хочу. Люди вокруг кажется сводят меня с ума и я становлюсь ебанутым вместе с ними и теряюсь в правильности суждения что же мне все таки хочется.