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Poem : Мы - Русские ≈ We are Russians
By Jose on Jan 5, 2025 | In occidente, Russia, West, Cemanahuac | Send feedback »
We are Russians.
One eccentric with a falsely sad face,
"Huddling" in the cabin of his "Porsche",
Said: "I am ashamed to be called Russian.
We are a nation of talentless alcoholics."
A respectable appearance, a manner of behavior -
Everything is cleverly thought out by the devil.
But the merciless virus of degeneration
Ignominiously ground down all his insides.
His soul is not worth a penny,
Like a yellow leaf from broken branches.
But the descendant of the Ethiopians Pushkin
Was not burdened by his Russianness.
They considered themselves Russian by right
And raised the Motherland from its knees
The creators of Russian seafaring glory
Both Bellingshausen and Kruzenshtern.
And not putting up with a narrow worldview,
Trying to look beyond the horizon,
The Scots considered it an honor to be called Russian
— Greig, de Tolly and Lermont.
Any of them is worthy of admiration,
After all, to sing the praises of the Motherland is a law for them!
So the Georgian prince Bagration gave his life without regret
For Rus'.
Our language is multifaceted, precise, true —
It heals the soul, then strikes like steel.
Are we capable of appreciating it immensely
And knowing it, as the Dane Dahl knew?
What about Dahl! And in our time, are there many
Who know the Great Language
No worse than Mykola Gogol,
Who was once acquainted with Pushkin?
It is not worth banging your head against the wall
And spitting in vain in rage!
"We are Russians!" — that's what Shevchenko said.
Read the kobzar more attentively.
Cherishing filial love in their souls,
All their lives they worked hard
Suvorov, Ushakov and Mendeleyev,
Kulibin, Lomonosov and Popov.
Their names remained on the tablets
As the basics of true history.
And among them, like a pillar, is old Derzhavin,
In whose veins is the blood of a Tatar murza.
They instilled and nurtured love
From age-old sources and roots.
He is Russian, whose soul lives in Russia,
Whose thoughts are about mother, about her.
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Patriotism is not sold as a bonus
To berets, boots or coats.
And if you are ashamed to call yourself Russian,
You, my dear fellow, are not Russian. You are nobody.
At the end of this publication, as its author, I want to emphasize that I am not for the "father-tsar", but I am for "Mother Rus'"...
Remember and never forget the famous words: "Our cause is just, the enemy will be defeated, victory will be ours!"
