(Prints size 70x105 cm)
On my wife's birthday, I got a bouquet of the most beautiful tulips and cakes from the best confectionery in the city. But these are not all discoveries for today. In occupied Kherson, the best pre-war beauty salons are open, offering nice haircuts and manicures. Russian military checkpoints appeared on key roads. One of them dislocated in front of my window and cause discomfort. Russian troops check the trunks of vehicles and stop pedestrians. Some have notepads, where, perhaps, car numbers are recorded. Considering their destroyed military truck at the crossing, they have cause for concerns.
The lines for provisions have exhausted. Not so much from the fact that all citizens are not hungry anymore or spending time in the beauty salon, but from the shortage of cash and empty warehouses. Most people stand at the bank offices hoping to withdraw funds from their accounts. Bank terminals in the stores have abruptly "lost their connection to the Internet" and goods are sold mostly for money created from rough matter, or, in extreme cases, you may pay by card to card internet banking transfer. War shows who is who. I was not so hurt when I first saw the Russian military marching under my window, as from the numerous facts of looting by the inhabitants of the city. When the army of “liberators” drove in, triumphantly destroying apparently nazi shopping mall, the most “liberated” people rushed to the smoldering ruins of neo-Nazism for new irons, TVs, smartphones, suits, elite alcohol and air rifles. Sometimes entire families. At this very time, hundreds of people gave the most valuable thing they have for their freedom and the right to steal irons while the police is absent.
The Storyteller also mentioned coins. He has already hinted to his fans that it is time to count the coins and tough times are coming. He applied his most effective literary device here too: the responsibility for what is happening lies with someone else, outside the country of fairy tales.
The lines for provisions have exhausted. Not so much from the fact that all citizens are not hungry anymore or spending time in the beauty salon, but from the shortage of cash and empty warehouses. Most people stand at the bank offices hoping to withdraw funds from their accounts. Bank terminals in the stores have abruptly "lost their connection to the Internet" and goods are sold mostly for money created from rough matter, or, in extreme cases, you may pay by card to card internet banking transfer. War shows who is who. I was not so hurt when I first saw the Russian military marching under my window, as from the numerous facts of looting by the inhabitants of the city. When the army of “liberators” drove in, triumphantly destroying apparently nazi shopping mall, the most “liberated” people rushed to the smoldering ruins of neo-Nazism for new irons, TVs, smartphones, suits, elite alcohol and air rifles. Sometimes entire families. At this very time, hundreds of people gave the most valuable thing they have for their freedom and the right to steal irons while the police is absent.
The Storyteller also mentioned coins. He has already hinted to his fans that it is time to count the coins and tough times are coming. He applied his most effective literary device here too: the responsibility for what is happening lies with someone else, outside the country of fairy tales.