I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian. The cry of the soul of a true patriot: “I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian! I'm tired of apologizing that I'm Russian

Original taken from cycyron V

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing!

We slept long and soundly. Since the distant 90s, when the miraculous politicians pasted “dear scattered” stickers on our foreheads to all of us.

And then Crimea happened. The fresh Crimean wind tickled our faces and ripped off that same sticker from our foreheads.
We woke up and looked around. And they were immediately horrified.

On every channel on the TV, some people who looked the same as us told us ridiculous things. And these people were called liberals.

Sleep, as if taken by hand. We first heard them. And from what they heard, they woke up completely.

For so many years from the screens they have been telling us every day how to properly love the Motherland! They never got tired of explaining how shameful and unbearable it is to live in “this country”. From whom else, if not from them, we learned that we are always drunk, snotty and uneducated!

But, as you know, appetite comes with eating.

At first, liberals were terribly annoyed by our national anthem. That's bad luck - in it they heard not amazing sounds, from which many Russians get goosebumps, but the music of the USSR, on the ruins of which quite recently these same liberals staged the dances of St. Witt!

Then, turning into archivists and historians, with a completely blue eye, these champions of truth and justice inspired us that the exploits of our grandfathers and fathers in the Second World War cannot be called our personal pride, because they were not committed by us. But even this was not enough for them.

By whom, if not by them, for so many years the mechanism of substitution of concepts has been untwisted! More and more desperately, our pseudo-patriots unearthed fried facts, proved to the Russian people that there was no feat of 28 Panfilovites, and the ESSs were ordinary people.

Intoxicated with permissiveness and the freedom of speech they longed for, these cheerful sectarians dispersed in earnest.

Each person has their own pain threshold.

It hurts one when his homeland is called Raska.

Another is uncomfortable when our president is hurt.

The third becomes ill from attacks on the Russian people.

The fourth one is hurt to tears when the exploits and achievements of our ancestors are questioned.

I also have a pain threshold. I can not pay attention to rashka, mordor, quilted jackets and rashkovan. I almost do not react when our Guarantor is hurt, because I think that discussing the mental abilities of the GDP is at least stupid.

But when the trolls hurt my people and hurt everything related to veterans and their exploits in the Second World War, I, frankly, lower the bar.

Those sissies who consider the majority of Russians to be uneducated cattle really want to turn to you!
I love my country. I am proud when I hear our national anthem, and I am doubly proud when it sounds under our sports Victories.

And I love Russia not only with its birches and soulful songs, but with ALL of its contents.

I love the Russian people, for the breadth and generosity of the Russian soul. For the fact that they - these people - are our Russia.

And when I ride in a minibus, I am proud that not only the palms of office hamsters hold on to the handrails, but there are also strong callused hands. The hands of those who build our houses, roads, lay rails, save people.

Because people with such calloused hands saved my homeland from the Nazis.

And if trouble happens tomorrow, these hands will once again save Russia, and therefore me. And fighting office hamsters will sit, hiding in the basement.

And I am also grateful to my Motherland for the fact that I have a great choice in the presentation of my speech. For the fact that in Russia there is not only a beautiful literary language, on which great works are written, but also rollicking Russian folklore, familiar to us from fairy tales and ditties, as well as Russian mat.

So, I repeat once again, referring to Svidomo and trolls.

If you have a need to teach me love for your Motherland, believe me - for you this is a waste of time.

It's like someone telling me how to love my mother.

And finally, I found a video on the net.

In order to win the leviathan in yourself and in others, you need to shoot such videos and show them as often as possible. In the form of social advertising.

We all urgently need to remember who we are and what we have to be proud of.

P.S. You liberals didn't read Russian as a child folk tales? And such a character as Ilya Muromets, our trolls, it seems to me, is not known?

Then your social activity and bewilderment is quite understandable. Ilya Muromets symbolizes the Russian people, which for many years was in a state of lethargy. You, being his negligent relatives, came to Ilya Muromets' house, made a mess in it, organized orgies and parties.

Because they believed that Ilya Muromets died. And he, as it turned out, was just sleeping.
And now he moved his hand and began to open his eyes.
How? Are you still here? Who did not hide - I'm not to blame!

+ Original taken from shurabalaganoff V

Original taken from atrizno in RUS. I'm Russian. The answer to Internet trolls of all stripes

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Original taken from irnella V I'm Russian. The answer to Internet trolls of all stripes

Because I am Russian.
And you are not Russian.

My article "I'm Russian! I'm tired of apologizing!" attracted so many trolls different kind and origin, which managed to gain 2400 comments.

Whomever they called me: the Kremlin bot on a salary, and "a group of authors working in the sweat of their brow", and even Putin's bedding.

And here's the funniest thing, trolls - if I, a little Saratov girl, weighing 50 kg, managed to arouse such a storm of emotions in you, what will happen to you when ALL of us, Russians, start telling the TRUTH about you?

True, it’s a pity that in the comments we didn’t succeed, as in an old Russian fun, to converge “wall to wall”.

Because my wall was like the Kremlin wall, and yours was flimsy, like Mr. Yatsenyuk's ten-meter fence.
Me and my like-minded people have known the "feeling of the elbow" since childhood.

You are deprived of such emotions.

You asked me so many questions, trolls!

You demanded from me an explanation why I consider myself Russian, and how I dared to be proud of it.

You know, trolls, I decided to write to you all at once.

First of all, I want to turn to Svidomo, Bandera and Ukrainians.

Yes, I know that I am a descendant of the Horde, Finno-Ugric peoples and an infidel.

And I know that the great protoukry dug the Black Sea and built the Egyptian pyramids.

And, of course, you are right that your great nation - the proto-Ukrainians - are the direct descendants of the Romans, Napoleon and Jesus Christ himself.

And of course, Ilya Muromets was a great proto-Ukrainian, and you even buried him in an embroidered shirt, singing your dull “Schenevmerla”.

The main thing is not to worry, Svidomo - soon the orderlies will give you a new enema with haloperidol.

And then two doctors will come to you in an ambulance at once: Hunger and Cold. And they will definitely cure you all.

And now I will turn to those trolls whose head is not so bad yet, compared to the inhabitants of the country 404.

To warm up, I will answer “ideological”.

Let's get to know each other first, trolls.

My great-grandfathers lived in tsarist Russia, and I myself was born in the USSR.

It just so happened that only Slavic blood flows in my veins.

But here's the trick, trolls.

Imprisoned in my blood genetic code imbibed with my mother's milk.

And therefore, for me, the concept of "Russian" is much broader than you imagine.

For me, unlike you trolls, there is no difference between Russians and national minorities in Russia.

I grew up in the Tatar region, I was friends with a Kazakh girl, my sister was married to a Mari.

And I am also sure that all the peoples of the USSR, large and small, won the Second World War.

It was you who 25 years ago came up with the idea of ​​calling them chocks, narrow-eyed and non-Russians.

It is you trolls who own the humiliating concept of "guest workers".

And in Russia it shouldn't be like that, I think so.

That's why I'm Russian.

And you trolls are not Russians.

My grandfather was a professional soldier, he went through the Finnish, WWII and Japanese wars.

And the second grandfather fought in Belarus, was a scout, for which he received the Order of the Red Star.

I have the blood of my grandfathers in me.

And in you, trolls, the blood of those who cheated out of getting a reservation for themselves, so as not to go to fight at the front, flows.

And you also have the blood of those who besieged Leningrad, while in the position of head of food warehouses, ate caviar with spoons, while my compatriots were dying of hunger.

And when you trolls tell me that I have no right to be proud of the merits of the heroes of the Second World War, I only want to feel sorry for you.

For your inferiority.

That's why I'm Russian.

And you are not Russian.

You called me a "collective farmer with a manicure", trolls.

I will answer that for you too.

My great-great-grandfather was a Saratov merchant. He had his own shipping company.

And merchants in my Russia have always known what labor is, so a merchant's word was more valuable than a paper contract.

My maternal grandfather was a simple peasant and collective farmer.

Since childhood, I have seen how combine harvesters harvest bread, how people work at the current, and how a cow is milked.

You trolls still sincerely believe that bread grows on a tree and milk is brought by the Jolly Milkman. That's what they told you on TV.

I earn money by mental work and go with a good manicure. In this you are right.

But the blood of my ancestors flows in me.

And so I am not shy about any physical work.

Because I'm Russian, trolls.

And you are not Russian.

You accused me of lack of education and ignorance of history.

Both my grandmothers were intellectuals, real, not fake like you.

This was expressed in everything: in manners, speech and actions. In their inability to raise their voice. In posture.

You, trolls, often declare yourself representatives of the nobility, call yourself princes and counts, waving purchased documents in front of our noses.

And that's why you are not Russian.
And I am Russian.

So these same grandmothers raised me.

At the age of four, I recited Yesenin's poems by heart.

And the history of my Russia, imagine, I know.

Only you and I, trolls, have different stories.
You are trying to impose facts on me that were not in the history of my country.

It was in YOUR Russia, invented by you.

And that's why you are not Russian.
And I am Russian.

You don't like our President.

And which one would you like?

The one who, after serving 10 years in prison, rushed to Switzerland and is making plans to overthrow Putin?

After all, you trolls don't care at all that his hands are up to the elbows in blood.

Or maybe your Navalny is a worthy presidential candidate?

This is your standard of courage, which, at the first danger, puts a bracelet on his leg.

That is why Putin is not yours, but my president.

Because I am Russian.

And you are not Russian.

Have you heard, trolls, about Russian sayings and phraseological units?

Oh yes! I forgot - you disdain such knowledge.

In vain. Any Russian person knows that they contain folk wisdom.

And we, Russians, have a saying: "Line linen is not taken out of the hut."

We know what that means. But you trolls have no idea.

It is you who shoot Leviathan, and then rush with this masterpiece around the globe, as with a written bag.

And you hope that the bourgeois will praise you and give you bonuses for this in the form of an Oscar.

“Look how miserable our Russia is! Let's spit in her direction with the whole world and say a contemptuous "FI"! »

Isn't that how you howled?

Yes, you are right, trolls, your fictional Roissia is just that.

And mine - Russia - is different.

It builds and transforms.
You can verify this.

Only you trolls won't see it anyway.

Because in your eyes you have a piece of a crooked mirror.

You are blind to the good from birth.

And that's why you are not Russian.
And I am Russian.

And one more thing: I will reveal to you a terrible secret, trolls.

In my Russia, pensioners and veterans receive a decent pension.

And they, no matter how much you would like it, have not collected empty bottles for a long time in order to hand them over to a collection point.

And in YOUR Russia pensioners are abandoned and unhappy.

So, trolls: if you personally abandoned and forgot about your relative, -
this circumstance of your life characterizes you personally, and not my President.

You trolls are weird.

And your fictional Russia is also strange.

Not Russia, but some kind of Leviathan.

And that's why you are not Russian.

And I am Russian.

You trolls know only one thing in life - to be forever dissatisfied.

Your talent to criticize and see some leviathans around you is manifested in all its glory.

All of you, as a rule, are losers, trolls.

But why on earth, if in your personal life something didn’t work out, the people who live with you in the same country should be to blame for everything?

And for what reason is our President to blame for all your troubles?

Or is your personal hemorrhoids somehow special?

Don't worry, trolls.

We will restore order in our country.

Just don't interfere with us.

Are you screaming about how dirty the elevators are?

Don't worry, we'll clean these elevators, trolls.

You yourself are still not capable of this, right?

That's why I say: that you are not Russians.
And I am Russian.

And now I will turn to those who are paid for the betrayal of my Russia.

I’m embarrassed to ask, trolls: “How much does it cost to sell the Motherland today?”

It was you who ran, as if to work, to the American embassy and begged the Americans for money.

And then you asked to punish Russia more painfully with sanctions and came up with various sophisticated methods.

Didn't you trolls rejoice in the fall of the ruble and the price of oil?

You were so looking forward to the end of the hated "Rashka", Putin would die from the diagnosis you made - cancer, and you would finally hand over the keys to Russia to the Americans you coveted!

It's understandable, trolls.

You have the blood of your ancestors.

Those who are still in ancient Rus', opened the gates of the besieged city at night and let the enemy in.

Those who met the Nazis with flowers and became a policeman with great pleasure.

Those who in the 37th year scribbled slanders and denunciations on their neighbors.

Those who, during the Second World War, showed in which house a wounded soldier was hidden from the Nazis and suggested where the partisans were.

You are pathetic, trolls.

But you do not understand your insignificance.

And it's easier for me to die than to kneel before a foreign general.

Because you are not Russian.
And I am Russian.

You scream so desperately that the new 37th year will soon come and the repressions will begin!

It's in you trolls, your subconscious says.

There is a proverb among my people: "A cap is on fire on a thief."

Good luck, trolls.

You should be very grateful to the President of Russia you hate so much.

Because he is a peacemaker, not a tyrant.

From myself I will say: there was still not enough cartridges to spend on you!

So do not hope: there will be no new Gulag.

Bow at your feet for this GDP! Beat the earthly bows.

But I have some bad news for you, trolls.

It becomes stuffy for us next to you in Russia.

We trolls can't breathe from you.

Leave well.

Have you noticed how much large families in Russia? There are more and more of them.

My sister, for example, has three. And there are many Russian mothers like her.

We are going to bear children, be fruitful and multiply.

So think, trolls: if the same quilted jackets are born from us, like us, will there be a place for you in such Russia.

Yes, and my advice to you trolls: hurry up, you don't have much time.

Your master, sitting in the American embassy, ​​will not forgive you for taking 30 pieces of silver from him.

He will demand something from you in return.

Are you sure, trolls, that it will be enough for him that you betray the Motherland?

What if he needs new rams to slaughter?

I don't feel sorry for you, trolls.

One two three four five…
Tefft is looking for you...

P.S. In one of the comments of a representative of your tribe, the following was verbatim:

“What is going on here, on this page?
I wonder how many people think like her?
What then awaits us all?
This is hell…”

This comment deserves an award.
Congratulations, troll.
Personally, you receive a prize from me for universal cowardice and stupidity.

And I want to upset you: it’s you, troll, who felt uneasy from the article of one little Russian girl.
So you haven't seen all of Russia yet.
She, the troll, is very big - from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok.
Behind your Moscow Ring Road, it is just beginning - my real Russia.

P.P.S. And I want to remind once again especially gifted.
My country, which I am proud of, is called Russia, Rus, Rasseyushka.
Don't raise my pain threshold, trolls.

Afterword.

I thank all like-minded people who for three days adequately repelled all the attacks of the trolls in my little virtual Stalingrad!
I would like to explore with you!
That's what my grandfather said.

+ Original taken from cycyron there is nothing to apologize for in Russian

Original taken from awas1952 V Russians have nothing to apologize for

Alexei Kazakov: Russians, stop apologizing! »

I couldn't find an earlier post. Just in case, I copy it in full.

I'M TIRED OF HEARING THAT YOU HAVE TO APOLOGIZE, BE RESPONSIBLE, BE DEATHLY SHAME AND SHAME.

Because the slave system disappeared from Asia? For the fact that Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania skated like cheese in butter?

For the fact that, while defending Port Arthur, 15,000 Russians were exchanged for 110,000 Japanese? For the fact that, while defending Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky in 1854, about 1000 militiamen, having lost 40 people, repulsed the attack of three times the force, sending 400 opponents to the grave or to the bed, and for the fact that their Anglo-Saxon commander shot himself?

For the fact that Cyprus, Bulgaria, Greece was liberated from the Turks? For not letting the Serbs be destroyed?

For the fact that, fulfilling a peacekeeping duty, in Afghanistan they exchanged 15 thousand for 200 thousand? For the fact that 90 paratroopers did not allow 2500 militants to break through the height of 776? For exchanging 84 people for 400?

For the fact that two battalions of mercenaries in Grozny could not destroy the assault detachment of the Maikop brigade?

For the fact that the Soviet army liberated Europe from fascism? Maybe I should apologize for Bayazet? For the Brest Fortress? For "attack of the dead"? For the destroyer "Novik" or the leader "Tashkent"?

Or maybe before the Mongols - because we threw off the yoke? Or for Alexander Nevsky, for lowering the European knights to the bottom of Lake Peipsi? For the fact that Anna Yaroslavna taught Europe to use a fork and wash at least once a month, and not once every six months?

Or apologize for the ninth parachute company of the 345th Guards Separate Parachute Regiment, which took the fight at height 3234 in Afghanistan? Why should I, as a Russian, apologize here!?

For the fact that, in spite of everything, we have preserved honor, pride and philanthropy? For the fact that our rulers do not allow us to be lowered to the level of Somalia? Because my great-grandfathers drove the Japanese and Americans out of the Far East?

I must apologize for the fact that unwashed, downtrodden and uneducated Russia gave the world Tolstoy, Herzen, Gorky, Gogol, Lomonosov, Chernyshevsky, Gagarin, Korolev, Tsiolkovsky, Krylov and others?

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian. For the fact that the blood of those who nailed the shield on the gates of Constantinople flows in me, those who destroyed the Roman Empire, who mastered 1/6 of the earth's land.

Those who saved Europe from the Tatar-Mongols and fascists, those who drove through the streets of Paris, those who saved the future USA from Britain on ships (yes, yes, that too!).

THERE IS A LOT TO LIST BUT...

Each state has pages of history to be proud of, but for some reason only Russia should be ashamed of its history and sprinkle ashes on its head.

And before whom?

Before Europe, which destroyed the Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, burned people at the stake, cut out half of Africa, and sold the rest into slavery?

I wonder what we must do so that finally everyone, “humiliated” by us, forgives us?

Maybe we should stop writing about our history in apologetic and self-deprecating terms?

PERSONALLY I'M TIRED OF APOLOGIES.

It's time to learn to be proud of who you are.

I am Russian, and I want my children to be proud of the country in which they were born!

FROM THE OLD TEXT "RUSSIA'S APOLOGIES TO THE FORMER COLONYS":

… We sincerely apologize for treating you for free for so many years, allowing you to breed in sufficient numbers to demand an apology.

We sincerely apologize for teaching you to speak, read and write in Russian, opening up to you the world of Russian culture and, through it, the whole of European civilization.

We sincerely apologize for giving you the right to study at our universities for so many years simply because you are the children of your people, taking away this right from your children.

We sincerely apologize for what we wrote and forced you to comply with the laws that prevented you from habitually robbing and slaughtering each other.

We sincerely apologize for having built thousands of houses for you, which you ransacked and destroyed at the first opportunity.

We sincerely apologize for linking your cities with railways and highways and giving you cars so that you do not have to practice driving camels for weeks and months.

We sincerely apologize for creating the agriculture and industry that you feed and make a living on today.

We sincerely apologize for finding in your lands those minerals that you never learned to use for their intended purpose, and those riches, the real value of which you never realized.

We sincerely apologize for giving you the opportunity for a penny to travel around our vast country and neighboring states for so many years.

We sincerely apologize for all the interest-free loans that you received from us and did not return.

We sincerely apologize for writing off your debts without forcing you to give us everything you earned for a couple of centuries.

We sincerely apologize for the fact that we are still sponsoring you, artificially maintaining low prices for gas, oil products and electricity.

We sincerely apologize for giving work to millions of you who have not been able to find a decent job in your country after our departure.

WE REALLY SORRY ALL OF THESE.

WE UNDERSTAND OUR GUILT.

WE ARE READY TO TAKE EVERYTHING WE LEFT YOU AND RETURN YOU TO THE ORIGINAL PARADISE STATE AS YOU ARE READY…

Being Russian is not a merit, but a burden.
When, to the sound of the alarm, on the run,
Girdled with reins curguzo,
We grab the shafts and lay down.

Forget about your own trouble and pain,
Not wiser at all to gray hair ...
To be Russian means to be a warrior in the field,
Even if you are alone in this field.

Being Russian is not a reward, but a retribution.
For spreading the soul to the world,
You stand up for a stranger, as for a brother,
And then he will sell you...

Being Russian is shameful and shameful,
When we are behind the thorny boundary
Their useful ones were gathering grains
For children not Russian, but someone else's.

We are Russians. We fool and pamper
When, grabbing the snow with a hangover mouth,
To any hell we climb with a kiss,
Throwing up blood afterwards...

The people live, led by a gloomy fate,
For the paternal way and your image
Confidently paying with the skin,
Although, much more often - the head.

We are Russians. We are with any wickedness
We break the brotherly meager loaf,
And in gratitude we hear over ourselves
Just two words: "must!" and "come on!"

Being Russian is not a joy, but a poison,
With inexhaustible sadness on the forehead
Paying since ancient times - generously and bloody -
For living in your own land.

To be Russian means to block the way for the bandits,
That they trample our land with their boots.
To be Russian means to be killed
A brother more often than an enemy.

To be Russian means to stand against the wall,
And let the whole bastard shoot at you,
But before her, do not fall on your knees,
Mercy, grabbing a boot, asking.

Being Russian is a position, a duty and a share
Protect the sacred honor of the earth
From aliens that their Talmud is a musol,
Two thousand years led us to the abyss.

We are Russians. We step on the chopping block
Having cast an eye on the father's eye,
But the beggar's last shirt,
Without delay, habitually give.

To be Russian is providence and right,
Not afraid of a bullet or a knife,
Stomp stubbornly and rough,
Not yielding to the front line.

To be Russian means to grow bread in bad weather.
And there is no rain - at least sprinkle with blood.
But still, what a happiness -
Be Russian! Among the Russians! In Rus'!

I grow Russian and care for the seed
Not because the kind of someone else is filthy,
But let the tribe describe it like this
Some Jew or Gypsy.

To be Russian means to be in a reliable force.
And to despise the native land of bargaining.
Not for nothing that Suvorov rivers under Ishmael:
- We are Russians! Hooray! What a delight!..

I am Russian! Heart, spirit, shudder of the skin.
I am proud of my ancient nickname.
Don't let me even for a moment, at least in something, God,
Not to become Russian, but to become someone else!..

I am Russian! I'm tired! Tired of apologizing, tired of being responsible, tired of being ashamed, tired of feeling shame! For what?

Because the slave system disappeared from Asia? For the fact that Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania skated like cheese in butter? For the fact that, while defending Port Arthur, 15,000 Russians were exchanged for 110,000 Japanese? For the fact that, while defending Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky in 1854, about 1000 militiamen, having lost 40 people, repulsed the attack of three times the force, sending 400 opponents to the grave or to the bed, and for the fact that their Anglo-Saxon commander shot himself?

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for it

I am Russian and tired of apologizing For the fact that Cyprus, Bulgaria, Greece were liberated from the Turks? For not letting the Serbs be destroyed? For the fact that, fulfilling a peacekeeping duty, in Afghanistan they exchanged 15 thousand for 200 thousand? For the fact that 90 paratroopers did not allow 2500 militants to break through the height of 776? For exchanging 84 people for 400? For the fact that two battalions of mercenaries in Grozny could not destroy the assault detachment of the Maikop brigade? For the fact that the Soviet army liberated Europe from fascism?

Maybe I should apologize for Bayazet? For the Brest Fortress? For "attack of the dead"? For the destroyer "Novik" or the leader "Tashkent"? Or maybe before the Mongols - because we threw off the yoke? Or for Alexander Nevsky, for lowering the European knights to the bottom of Lake Peipsi? For the fact that Anna Yaroslavna taught Europe to use a fork and wash at least once a month, and not once every six months? Or maybe apologize for the ninth parachute company of the 345th Guards Separate Parachute Regiment, which took the fight at height 3234 in Afghanistan?

For the fact that, in spite of everything, we have preserved honor, pride and philanthropy? For the fact that our rulers do not allow us to be lowered to the level of Somalia? Because my great-grandfathers drove the Japanese and Americans out of the Far East?

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing, I understand! ..

I must apologize for the fact that unwashed, downtrodden and uneducated Russia gave the world Tolstoy, Herzen, Gorky, Gogol, Lomonosov, Chernyshevsky, Gagarin, Korolev and Tsiolkovsky!

Yes. I'm tired. I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian. For the fact that the blood of those who nailed the shield on the gates of Constantinople, those who destroyed the Roman Empire, who mastered 1/6 of the earth's land, those who saved Europe from the Tatar-Mongols and fascists, those who drove through the streets Paris, those who saved the future USA from Britain on ships (yes, yes, that too!).

Why should only Russia and Russians be ashamed of their history and sprinkle ashes on their heads?

You can list a lot, but ... Each state has pages of history that you can be proud of, but for some reason only Russia and Russians should be ashamed of their history and sprinkle ashes on their heads! And before whom? Before Europe, which destroyed the Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, burned people at the stake, cut out half of Africa, and sold the rest into slavery!

I wonder what we must do so that finally everyone, “humiliated” by us, forgives us? Maybe we should stop writing about our history in apologetic and self-deprecating terms? Personally, I'm tired of apologizing! It's time to learn to be proud of who you are! I am Russian, and I want my children to be proud of the country in which they were born!

Because the slave system disappeared from Asia? For the fact that Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania skated like cheese in butter? For the fact that, while defending Port Arthur, 15,000 Russians were exchanged for 110,000 Japanese? For the fact that, while defending Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky in 1854, about 1000 militiamen, having lost 40 people, repulsed the attack of three times the force, sending 400 opponents to the grave or to the bed, and for the fact that their Anglo-Saxon commander shot himself?

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for it.

I'm Russian and tired of apologizing...

For the fact that Cyprus, Bulgaria, Greece was liberated from the Turks? For not letting the Serbs be destroyed? For the fact that, fulfilling a peacekeeping duty, in Afghanistan they exchanged 15 thousand for 200 thousand? For the fact that 90 paratroopers did not allow 2500 militants to break through the height of 776? For exchanging 84 people for 400? For the fact that two battalions of mercenaries in Grozny could not destroy the assault detachment of the Maikop brigade? For the fact that the Soviet army liberated Europe from fascism?

Maybe I should apologize for Bayazet? For the Brest Fortress? For "attack of the dead"? For the destroyer "Novik" or the leader "Tashkent"? Or maybe before the Mongols - because we threw off the yoke? Or for Alexander Nevsky, for lowering the European knights to the bottom of Lake Peipsi? For the fact that Anna Yaroslavna taught Europe to use a fork and wash at least once a month, and not once every six months? Or maybe apologize for the ninth parachute company of the 345th Guards Separate Parachute Regiment, which took the fight at height 3234 in Afghanistan?

Why should I, as a Russian, apologize here!?

For the fact that, in spite of everything, we have preserved honor, pride and philanthropy? For the fact that our rulers do not allow us to be lowered to the level of Somalia? Because my great-grandfathers drove the Japanese and Americans out of the Far East?

I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing, I understand! ..

I must apologize for the fact that unwashed, downtrodden and uneducated Russia gave the world Tolstoy, Herzen, Gorky, Gogol, Lomonosov, Chernyshevsky, Gagarin, Korolev and Tsiolkovsky!

Yes. I'm tired. I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian. For the fact that the blood of those who nailed the shield on the gates of Constantinople, those who destroyed the Roman Empire, who mastered 1/6 of the earth's land, those who saved Europe from the Tatar-Mongols and fascists, those who drove through the streets Paris, those who saved the future USA from Britain on ships (yes, yes, that too!).

Why should only Russia and Russians be ashamed of their history and sprinkle ashes on their heads?

You can list a lot, but ... Each state has pages of history that you can be proud of, but for some reason only Russia and Russians should be ashamed of their history and sprinkle ashes on their heads! And before whom? Before Europe, which destroyed the Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, burned people at the stake, cut out half of Africa, and sold the rest into slavery!

I wonder what we must do so that finally everyone, “humiliated” by us, forgives us? Maybe we should stop writing about our history in apologetic and self-deprecating terms? Personally, I'm tired of apologizing!

It's time to learn to be proud of who you are!

I am Russian, and I want my children to be proud of the country in which they were born!

I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian "Maybe we should stop writing about our history in an apologetic and self-deprecating tone? Personally, I'm tired of apologizing," KuzPress portal guest Mimokhodenko suggests a topic for discussion. "I'm Russian! I'm tired! Tired of apologizing, tired of being responsible, tired of being ashamed, tired of feeling shame! Why? .. Because the slave system disappeared from Asia? Because Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania were rolling like cheese in butter "For the fact that, while defending Port Arthur, they exchanged 15,000 Russians for 110,000 Japanese? For the fact that, while defending Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky in 1854, about 1,000 militias, having lost 40 people, repulsed the attack of three times the forces, sending them to the grave or to the bed of 400 opponents, and for the fact that their Anglo-Saxon commander shot himself? For the fact that Cyprus, Bulgaria, Greece were liberated from the Turks? For not being allowed to destroy the Serbs? For the fact that, fulfilling a peacekeeping duty, they were exchanged in Afghanistan For the fact that 90 paratroopers did not allow 2,500 militants to break through Hill 776? For exchanging 84 people for 400? For the fact that two battalions of mercenaries in Grozny could not destroy the assault detachment of the Maikop brigade? For that the Soviet army liberated Europe from fascism? Maybe I should apologize for Bayazet? For the Brest Fortress? For "attack of the dead"? For the destroyer Novik or the leader Tashkent? Or maybe before the Mongols - because we threw off the yoke? Or for Alexander Nevsky, for lowering the European knights to the bottom of Lake Peipsi? For the fact that Anna Yaroslavna taught Europe to use a fork and wash at least once a month, and not once every six months? Or maybe apologize for the ninth parachute company of the 345th Guards Separate Parachute Regiment, which took the fight at height 3234 in Afghanistan? Why should I, as a Russian, apologize here!? For the fact that, in spite of everything, we have preserved honor, pride and philanthropy? For the fact that our rulers do not allow us to be lowered to the level of Somalia? Because my great-grandfathers drove the Japanese and Americans out of the Far East? I understand!.. I must apologize for the fact that unwashed, downtrodden and uneducated Russia gave the world Tolstoy, Herzen, Gorky, Gogol, Lomonosov, Chernyshevsky, Gagarin, Korolev, Tsiolkovsky, Krylov, etc.! Yes. I'm tired. I'm Russian and I'm tired of apologizing for being Russian. For the fact that the blood of those who nailed the shield on the gates of Constantinople, those who destroyed the Roman Empire, who mastered 1/6 of the earth's land, those who saved Europe from the Tatar-Mongols and fascists, those who drove through the streets Paris, those who saved the future USA from Britain on ships (yes, yes, and that too! ). You can list a lot, but ... Each state has pages of history that you can be proud of, but for some reason only Russia should be ashamed of its history and sprinkle ashes on its head! And before whom? Before Europe, which destroyed the Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, burned people at the stake, cut out half of Africa, and sold the rest into slavery! I wonder what we must do so that finally everyone, “humiliated” by us, forgives us? Maybe we should stop writing about our history in apologetic and self-deprecating terms? Personally, I'm tired of apologizing! It's time to learn to be proud of who you are! I am Russian, and I want my children to be proud of the country in which they were born."