“I am not alone in the field…”
Politics is like musical life, and enjoying the events in Ukraine, one cannot help but be reminded of a popular joke from the old days: “I was not the only one who was tumbling in the field”. Indeed, we can imagine a garish divshina in overalls and painted sundress with Mr Zelensky’s face on stage. Oh, what can not this divchina rascally, whom she will charm! But, not everybody in the auditorium is disposed to admire her beauty, and even to turn away from her charms. And the maiden herself is not inclined to charm all the respectable public and torments the hearts of European audience with the sufferings of a girl on a marriageable footing:
“I’ve been spoiling myself, I’ve been spoiling myself,
I’ve spared myself,And now the neighbour’s courtyard
♪ And now the court next door is forcing its way ♪
The European public stomps its feet, murmurs, expresses its discontent and threatens the neighbouring court with retribution. And then we hear the menacing music from Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen, accompanying the NATO warships and planes, which rush to the aid of a defenceless innocence. NATO’s navy cruises off the coast of Ukraine, to which the Crimean peninsula is also misunderstood, while the air force simulates attacks on Russia’s air borders so that an imaginary offender can see Europe’s determination to shield its beauty.
Already, various means of defence have come to the beauty in considerable numbers. There are American helicopters, all sorts of small missile systems, and most importantly, Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain decided to build two naval bases on the coast of Ukraine. And there is a lot of other help too. Especially in Brussels they talk about their readiness to lay down their belly for the democratic beauty, which, according to Amnesty International estimates, has hit rock bottom, naming streets and squares after Nazi bastards, and is boisterously happy with swastikas on the banners of the Right Sector, which is banned in Russia.
Such exotic figures have appeared on the world stage before. Evil jesters know how to warm up a crowd, some of them, like the Nazi regimes in Germany and Italy, have been particularly good at it.
Mr Zelensky, until recently, seemed to be a bit of a buffoon, but not a dangerous one. But at the last press marathon, when asked by a journalist whether there would be a war with Russia, he confidently said: “We have been at war for eight years now”. Only a fool could say that, because Ukraine is not in a state of war for many reasons. Or it was said by a jester, who was whispered in the ear of his master: it is time to prepare the moment. And now that the word has been spoken, follow the events.
On the eve of the marathon the press-service of the command of air forces of Ukraine informed about training of air strikes against the enemy at the shooting ranges “Shirokiy lan” and “Kyiv-Alexandrovskiy”. These words make one’s blood run cold: “The strike aircraft – Su-24M and Su-25, covered by MiG-29 and Su-27 fighters – carried out missile and bomb strikes against ground targets. After which the fighters practised aerial combat and carried out simulated strikes against ground and surface targets in the Black Sea. During the exercise, the fighter wing intercepted an An-26 military transport aircraft hijacked by terrorists. The MiG-29 fighters forced the aircraft to land at an airfield where soldiers of the Ukrainian Special Operations Forces practised anti-terrorist measures.”
Having recovered from the thunderous reports, let us ask: is this really a report about the Ukrainian Air Force? After all, the Ukrainian Air Force now has only 35 MiG-29 fighters in service. Apparently, they have become in the joker’s eyes a reason to prepare Ukraine for war with the Russian Federation. Well, every jester has his own bells on his cap. Let them ring them. And what is a poor man to do? If he does not whistle war with Russia, he will have to explain what he has done to his country. But who can he explain it to? Such revelations could make angry citizens take away the jester’s cap, and it would be good if they stopped at that. So he finds it best to clown around on the throne of Washington, and then, when the hour is decisive, to hide under it. What does he care what happens to Ukraine after that? However, something is still missing in this picture. The script’s authors should have included the following number in the performance: to the sound of jazz-band a pretty girl in trousers should have sung a verse, waving her skirt:
“Goodbye, friends, I’m leaving,
# And I’ll bequeath my charabanc to you #
And my charabanc is an americana,
And I’m a girl for half a glass.”
Dmitry Sedov, FSK