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L'auteur russe Sergey Faldin a posté un texte exprimant sa haine de la Russie et du peuple russe qu'il considère comme un pays pourri et un peuple vulgaire.
Auteur qui a écrit pour le média indépendant russe Meduza et plusieurs médias internationaux y compris la télé qatari Al-Jazeera et le journal britannique The Guardian, le jeune auteur russe Sergey Faldin n'a pas été tendre avec la Russie et le peuple russe qu'il a très sévèrement critiqué dans un texte qu'il a posté sur Internet suite à l'invasion barbare russe de l'Ukraine.
En résumé, le jeune auteur russe Sergey Faldin a décrit la Russie comme un pays pourri dirigé par des sociopathes mythomanes et corrompus. Et il a sévèrement critiqué le peuple russe en décrivant les Russes comme des imbéciles vulgaires, égoistes et détestables.
L'auteur russe Sergey Faldin est si dégoûté par la Russie totalitaire et pourrie du dictateur génocidaire Poutine qu'il a dit souhaiter que la guerre russe contre l'Ukraine va détruire et ruiner la Russie car selon lui, seule la chute de la Russie pourrie actuelle pourrait permettre la naissance d'une nouvelle Russie plus humaine et plus aimable.
Ci-dessous, le texte de Sergey Faldin en anglais.
I hate Russia.
I hate my country. I always did.
I hate the Russian school system. I was afraid of my teachers because they psychologically harassed me as a kid. When I was 12 and had just moved to Russia after living in California for two years, I asked the teacher if she could stop yelling at us. I was so nervous about doing it, I cried. When the lesson started, the teacher asked me to stand up and made fun of me. “Look at him, pretending he’s smarter than me, better than me,” she said. The whole class laughed, and I desperately wanted to disappear by falling through the floor.
I hate the Russian medical system. Although it’s cheap — and often, free and funded by the state — it’s horrible. When I had my first panic attack, I called an ambulance because I thought I had a heart attack. It arrived in one hour (!), and I was diagnosed with VSD (vegetovascular dystonia) — a made-up illness that doesn’t exist in any medical dictionary except for the Soviet one. They also gave me a sugar pill. My friend told me about going to the doctor once to check how his body reacts to sugar. (He was afraid he had diabetes.) The doctor took a glass, filled it with sugar to the brim, and then mixed it with water. It took the doctor 15 minutes to dissolve that much sugar in water, after which he handed the syrup to my friend and said, “Drink it.” My friend did and, after several minutes, fell into a sugar-induced coma, right in a state clinic corridor. (He survived to tell the tale.)
I hate the Russian people. Ordinary, average, and gray people, walking through the dirty streets of gray Russian cities. Most people are vulgar, they’ll never help you out with anything, and, indeed, Russians never smile. (If you smile, you’re considered either weak or mental.) When I was 10, I lost my phone and was supposed to meet with my mother. We got separated, but I memorized her phone number. I asked ten, no, twenty people to help me out by allowing me to make a phone call. One phone call. Nobody did. (One man told me to f**k off and threatened to call the police.) My mother and I eventually stumbled into each other by accident as I was about to board a subway train to go home. The Russians never want anything to change. They are fed lies through their cheap TVs, and they’re happy to live in a state of perpetual denial— as long as the prices on vodka don’t go up. Most Russians are infantile imbeciles.
I hate the Russian way of living. Men are supposed to be tough, rude, expressionless dickheads, who have just two functions on this planet: f**k and make money. (Also drink.) Women are supposed to do nothing in life, wear expensive clothes (that their tough, rude, expressionless dickheads bought for them), sip champagne all day, and do plastic surgery to make their lips seem as if they got stung by a wasp.
I hate the Russian government with all its lies, corruption, and sociopaths.
I hate the Russian media. And the fact that it lost all shame and is lying to the people it’s supposed to serve.
I hate the Russian voters. Who never do anything to change the current situation. There are 150 million people in this country. If just 10% of these people went outside to protest, nobody would stop them. Because you can’t stop 1.5 million people. You just can’t.
I hate the stupid laws, the shitty weather, the never-ending fear, the constitution amendments, the history of tyrants who die on their jobs, the Bolshevik revolution, the Soviet Union (and the fact that it never ended!), that nobody gives a damn about each other's feelings, that nobody cares about human lives, that Christmas comes two weeks later than in the rest of the world, and that there are so many stupid holidays.
I hate it all.
Of course, there are exceptions to all of the above. There is a handful of nice people, a couple of good schools, a few expensive high-quality clinics, one independent media company. That’s what the country runs on. There are also some things I love. Like, music, theatre, pre-Soviet history, classic literature, certain innovations.
But watching this whole war thing unfold on the news, I feel rage, fury, anger. And not just for this painfully pointless war, but for Russia’s existence as a whole.
I hope that this war destroys my country. I hope this war brings Russia down and ruins it completely, leaving nothing but ashes.
Then — only then — we can build something new, something real in its place.
I sure hope this happens.
Auteur qui a écrit pour le média indépendant russe Meduza et plusieurs médias internationaux y compris la télé qatari Al-Jazeera et le journal britannique The Guardian, le jeune auteur russe Sergey Faldin n'a pas été tendre avec la Russie et le peuple russe qu'il a très sévèrement critiqué dans un texte qu'il a posté sur Internet suite à l'invasion barbare russe de l'Ukraine.
En résumé, le jeune auteur russe Sergey Faldin a décrit la Russie comme un pays pourri dirigé par des sociopathes mythomanes et corrompus. Et il a sévèrement critiqué le peuple russe en décrivant les Russes comme des imbéciles vulgaires, égoistes et détestables.
L'auteur russe Sergey Faldin est si dégoûté par la Russie totalitaire et pourrie du dictateur génocidaire Poutine qu'il a dit souhaiter que la guerre russe contre l'Ukraine va détruire et ruiner la Russie car selon lui, seule la chute de la Russie pourrie actuelle pourrait permettre la naissance d'une nouvelle Russie plus humaine et plus aimable.
Ci-dessous, le texte de Sergey Faldin en anglais.
I hate Russia.
I hate my country. I always did.
I hate the Russian school system. I was afraid of my teachers because they psychologically harassed me as a kid. When I was 12 and had just moved to Russia after living in California for two years, I asked the teacher if she could stop yelling at us. I was so nervous about doing it, I cried. When the lesson started, the teacher asked me to stand up and made fun of me. “Look at him, pretending he’s smarter than me, better than me,” she said. The whole class laughed, and I desperately wanted to disappear by falling through the floor.
I hate the Russian medical system. Although it’s cheap — and often, free and funded by the state — it’s horrible. When I had my first panic attack, I called an ambulance because I thought I had a heart attack. It arrived in one hour (!), and I was diagnosed with VSD (vegetovascular dystonia) — a made-up illness that doesn’t exist in any medical dictionary except for the Soviet one. They also gave me a sugar pill. My friend told me about going to the doctor once to check how his body reacts to sugar. (He was afraid he had diabetes.) The doctor took a glass, filled it with sugar to the brim, and then mixed it with water. It took the doctor 15 minutes to dissolve that much sugar in water, after which he handed the syrup to my friend and said, “Drink it.” My friend did and, after several minutes, fell into a sugar-induced coma, right in a state clinic corridor. (He survived to tell the tale.)
I hate the Russian people. Ordinary, average, and gray people, walking through the dirty streets of gray Russian cities. Most people are vulgar, they’ll never help you out with anything, and, indeed, Russians never smile. (If you smile, you’re considered either weak or mental.) When I was 10, I lost my phone and was supposed to meet with my mother. We got separated, but I memorized her phone number. I asked ten, no, twenty people to help me out by allowing me to make a phone call. One phone call. Nobody did. (One man told me to f**k off and threatened to call the police.) My mother and I eventually stumbled into each other by accident as I was about to board a subway train to go home. The Russians never want anything to change. They are fed lies through their cheap TVs, and they’re happy to live in a state of perpetual denial— as long as the prices on vodka don’t go up. Most Russians are infantile imbeciles.
I hate the Russian way of living. Men are supposed to be tough, rude, expressionless dickheads, who have just two functions on this planet: f**k and make money. (Also drink.) Women are supposed to do nothing in life, wear expensive clothes (that their tough, rude, expressionless dickheads bought for them), sip champagne all day, and do plastic surgery to make their lips seem as if they got stung by a wasp.
I hate the Russian government with all its lies, corruption, and sociopaths.
I hate the Russian media. And the fact that it lost all shame and is lying to the people it’s supposed to serve.
I hate the Russian voters. Who never do anything to change the current situation. There are 150 million people in this country. If just 10% of these people went outside to protest, nobody would stop them. Because you can’t stop 1.5 million people. You just can’t.
I hate the stupid laws, the shitty weather, the never-ending fear, the constitution amendments, the history of tyrants who die on their jobs, the Bolshevik revolution, the Soviet Union (and the fact that it never ended!), that nobody gives a damn about each other's feelings, that nobody cares about human lives, that Christmas comes two weeks later than in the rest of the world, and that there are so many stupid holidays.
I hate it all.
Of course, there are exceptions to all of the above. There is a handful of nice people, a couple of good schools, a few expensive high-quality clinics, one independent media company. That’s what the country runs on. There are also some things I love. Like, music, theatre, pre-Soviet history, classic literature, certain innovations.
But watching this whole war thing unfold on the news, I feel rage, fury, anger. And not just for this painfully pointless war, but for Russia’s existence as a whole.
I hope that this war destroys my country. I hope this war brings Russia down and ruins it completely, leaving nothing but ashes.
Then — only then — we can build something new, something real in its place.
I sure hope this happens.
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