- Sonny, so where do you go?
- To protect our house from the Ukrainian fascists, Mom.
- But you can kill, my dear.
- I have no choice: either they come to my house, to my Donetsk, the land of my ancestors, and will make me cry, "Glory to Bandera", or I and my fellow countrymen from Lugansk stand a wall, an obstacle in front of these murderers of our children and mothers. What they will still be impunity to bomb our house, Mom? How can we remain indifferent to the atrocities of the punitive Ukrainian army, which incites all sorts of international villains? Or are we not men and Save the their relatives from certain death or slavery to the Nazis? Save the, Mom, do not worry, dear.
- My God, the whole Western world has fallen upon us. Again, they want to damn us, Russian people, to destroy. For what, Lord? We lived himself quietly, not bothering anyone, and now forced to our sons and their aggression and vranёm about our Donbass go to war. Oh oh oh! Dear God, help us, the poor, to escape from this hatred of the American and European, preserve our honest and courageous sons of perdition by false killers!- Bless me, mother!
- God be with you, son. Go. We pray for you, the defenders of their land from the western legions of foes and Basurmanov nasty, crawling to our ancient borders. Amen.
- To protect our house from the Ukrainian fascists, Mom.
- But you can kill, my dear.
- I have no choice: either they come to my house, to my Donetsk, the land of my ancestors, and will make me cry, "Glory to Bandera", or I and my fellow countrymen from Lugansk stand a wall, an obstacle in front of these murderers of our children and mothers. What they will still be impunity to bomb our house, Mom? How can we remain indifferent to the atrocities of the punitive Ukrainian army, which incites all sorts of international villains? Or are we not men and Save the their relatives from certain death or slavery to the Nazis? Save the, Mom, do not worry, dear.
- My God, the whole Western world has fallen upon us. Again, they want to damn us, Russian people, to destroy. For what, Lord? We lived himself quietly, not bothering anyone, and now forced to our sons and their aggression and vranёm about our Donbass go to war. Oh oh oh! Dear God, help us, the poor, to escape from this hatred of the American and European, preserve our honest and courageous sons of perdition by false killers!- Bless me, mother!
- God be with you, son. Go. We pray for you, the defenders of their land from the western legions of foes and Basurmanov nasty, crawling to our ancient borders. Amen.
