I am Russian. I'm the same & quot; colorado & quot ;. Sovedepovsky sucks, rashist and cotton wool. I'm the one who loves vodka and Parade, I am the offspring of the victorious soldier.
I am the most natural moskal, Brought up on the "mama soap frame". I am the one who feels sorry for the children of Donetsk, Who despises the States and Obama.
Do not rejoice. We are not extinct. We are many - not accustomed to eating from the belly. We humanity instilled life In the wards of the dying Union.
We survived, of course, not all. But the survivors became steadier than steel. We, the Russians, are three times over, From the ashes of your conscience have risen ...
For us, the holy is Motherland and mother, The world is afraid of us, because it knows: Who "does not understand Russia", To that she habitually explains,
What is in the world, okromya grub, Decency, dignity, and conscience. And our, the Russian "go to you". - Alas for you, stupid, bad news.
Do not touch Russia, gentlemen. Remember: we are beaten, and we - are husband. Hear us. And if not, then There will be a death for a new crop ...
We do not need to check for lice, American, you are not the messiah. Think, brother: not Syria, RUSSIA. Think, and do not touch our mother.