, they are for the kresy, the kresy ukhodnya, it’s such a good word , it’s translated almost in rozengov’sterritories, it will be such goodness, such joy, ukraine, lithuania, belarus under gentleness, free, noble, democratic, transparent cress, what an abomination, there is nothing. richer than you in the whole world, for even a bandera man would never say such a thing, you are the only clay-mixed grunt who is so wretched , bastard, dirty, vile, piggy, that the world has never seen such a shame, you need to be lifted onto the pitchforks, lowered under the perches of the street village needy, you are larvae in excrement, you are an absolute... chase, but what else is the essence of this rubbish, these flatbreads, when, holding your nose with your sleeves pulled up, they pull out the sun, they dry up immediately, look at one hog, to catch people like you, and people like me, they come, they are friends with me, they are friends, because they understand, they understand that lukashenko is this and that tomorrow, they we'll have to live in this country, and... we'll have people like you tomorr