Kiev, 2014: An Abominable Death Of The City Of My Birth

My city of birth died in infamy and abomination. It had been desecrated.

There is a horrible  Eastern Saying: Only Abomination kills  Fame.

I was  born  and raised in the famous  and proud city of Kiev. The city was proud of its history, of being a place of  Russian Christendom, the place of first State of Russia and  the place of  the final stay against Mongol hordes. It was proud of  its daughter Anna Jaroslavna, the famous Queen of France, mother of Louis, The Saint, proud of  the Polytechnic Institute, of  the Aviation plant  and Aviation  College, proud of the  world -- famous  "orchard belt', of great Ukrainian poets and writers, of the songs without end  and the Opera Theater. It was even  proud of its tragedies;  the horrible battles of WWII,   the  grief of  the occupation and the glory of liberation, the  massacre of  Baby Yar (no, you cannot be proud of that, but those who died there were the pride of the city),  with its  famous St Cyril and  St. Sophia,  with  the tomb of  great educator  Ushinski, with the street named after  writer-humanist  Korolenko, with  the Lavra  Church complex and  the Gothic  mini- cathedral, with the blossoming chestnuts, the trees of my childhood. It was  also my  pride, no matter where I lived. No more.

The abominable  shabash in the Kiev Center, the  bacchanalia of  nationalistic scum, the revival of the worst possible, dreadful demons of the past, the shameful behavior of the western media  which promoted and nurtured that atrocity- all of that killed my pride and my love forever. There is an empty space in  my heart where my  legacy was and I feel that I emigrated  once again, this time forever. I hate them.  God damn them. The chestnuts are burned  into  the tire ashes.My sorrow has no bounds; so is  my rage.

Oh yes, they have talks about my Ukraine in.. Munich. How ironic.

This diary is not for discussion: I said what I said because I had a right to say it;. I am not interested in discourse. I will be grateful for  support, for understanding and for empathy.  To those who would like to argue- please, don't. Not here. Go elsewhere; there is a plenty of shills who write about that and  applaud the abomination. I don't care for  the interpretations. There is only one. I am in mourning for the land of my ancestry, desecrated by Satanic evil. Mourn with me or go away.