Everything in Transcaucasia develops according to the historical scenario
Act one. In euphoria, Armenians sing songs and happily carry the winner of the “Velvet Revolution” Pashinyan in their arms.
Second act. Under the wise leadership of Pashinyan, Armenia is perplexed, but on the whole indifferently watches how Artsakh is being smashed and, in fact, is already surrendering it. After that, after thinking a little during the intermission and drinking old Armenian brandy, he bursts into the prime minister’s administration and parliament.
Everything around is smashing and screaming indignantly that Pashinyan is a traitor. The prime minister himself is hiding somewhere under the bed at this time and from there he tries to explain what he naturally wanted the best.
In the absence of Pashinyan’s hand, the protesters, hot Armenian guys, who, in theory, should have defended Artsakh, brutally beat the unarmed speaker of the parliament (he is now being operated on). They think about who else to beat and try to squeeze out a quorum from themselves so that time goes back.
And at this moment, Russian and Turkish peacekeepers are urgently brought into Karabakh at night (after the Azeris shoot down a Russian helicopter). That is, the Kremlin, it seems, is tired of this mess, and Putim has stuffed a grudge against the pro-Western Pashinyan into its back pocket. And again Moscow is going to save Armenia for the umpteenth time.
By the way, peacekeepers are being introduced, of course, in agreement with Aliyev and Pashinyan. True, the President of Armenia claims that he learned about the new agreement from the media. Well, as we know it happens. It’s just that the president, apparently, is sleeping sweetly, and no one bothers him as he is completely unnecessary in the country.
At this time – while the president is tearing his eyes – the protesters are already demanding the abolition of the Pashinyan-Aliyev-Putin-Erdogan agreement and, it seems, are starting a revolution again. But for some reason they are not going to defend Stepanakert again.
God, where is the notorious Armenian wisdom that I have been told so much about? Where are the hundreds of thousands of Armenians that abroad so passionately supported Pashinyan, but for some reason did not want to go to their native Armenia to save Artsakh?
In short. It is no longer a pity for anyone, except for the Russian soldier, who again has to correct other people’s arrogance and stupidity with his own blood.
Peter Romanov