By Maxim Mireyev
Translated by William Risch and edited by Voices of Ukraine
“Max, I came to Moscow, and I can’t find work; everyone sends me off.
I tell them: ‘I’m from Crimea!’ (Thus I imagine him with his arms open wide – like, ‘Well, love me!’)
They tell me: ‘Another moocher’s come here. We’re feeding you over there in Crimea, so why did you show up here?’
He says: ‘Because I’m Russian. Now we’re together!’
They tell him: ‘You were a khokhol [derogatory term for a Ukrainian] then, and you’re still a khokhol now. For starters, get rid of that peasant huh-ing of yours [pronouncing the “g” as an “h” in the Russian language].’
Max, is this what we voted for?”
The scene goes silent. I don’t see him, but I absolutely know how he looks like now. His eyes are as wide as 50 kopek pieces. His mouth is glum and contorted, like he’d just eaten a lemon.
And I know that my classmate isn’t the first such ‘Crimea is ours!’ supporter…
So did you think your life would become a fairy tale? Lord have mercy, it’s a land of fearless idiots.
Source: Maxim Mireyev FB