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folklorespring · 3 days
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The Executed Renaissance was a literary and artistic generation of the 1920s and early 1930s in Ukraine that was exterminated by the soviet government. Prominent contemporary writer Viktoriia Amelina once said: "My worst fear is coming true: I'm inside the new Executed Renaissance". She was later killed by russian missile in 2023.
Ukrainian art was scrutinized and destroyed by russia, artists were persecuted and murdered for being Ukrainians, our language was forbidden many times. Our culture is still being appropriated by russia (many "russian" artists you know are actually not russian at all, they're from countries colonized by russia), our artists are still being murdered, Ukrainian books are being burned by occupiers in occupied territory, paintings are being stolen, they mock and tell us that our culture is subpar, yet they do everything to erase it from existence. Today's shelling of Boichuk Academy of Decorative and Applied Arts and Design in Kyiv is just one example from centuries of opression.
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blignick · 2 days
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kamogryadeshi · 2 days
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There is almost a complete blackout in Kharkiv due to Russian missile attacks
Photo: Yan Dobronosov.
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kazhanko-art · 4 months
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The add includes the line “Let’s clean ourselves of compulsory Ukrainian Nazism” (not my translation) and links having a Ukrainian name to nazism. And yet people are still debating on Ruzzia’s intent for this war and what they mean by “denazification” (hint: it has nothing to do with nazis)
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swemtpotamtam · 1 month
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Tomorrow is gonna be the second anniversary of the invasion ruzzia launched against Ukraine, and the tenth anniversary of ruzzian aggression since 2014
Please, support us, keep talking about us, we are still being attacked and killed everyday
Make sure to donate to Come Back Alive, to Serhii Prytula, to any Ukrainian creative to keep us all afloat
War and genocide isn't a trend for social media, those are not some silly things for people to talk about and then forget once it's not "popular" anymore, those are actual atrocities that shouldn't even be a thing in the 21st century
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anastasiareyreed · 10 months
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one of the biggest man-made environmental disaster in decades!
the Kakhovka HPP is completely destroyed and can’t be restored.
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water continues to flood Kherson, Nova Kakhovka and other cities and towns, taking lives and destroying Ukrainian ecology;
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over 200,000 residents of surrounding settlements lost access to drinking water;
there is a threat of nuclear disaster due to possible cooling issues at the temporarily occupied Zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant;
over 150 tons of machine oil have contaminated the Dnipro River. there is risk of a further 300+ tons leaking;
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river water drifts russian mines, they detonate in the flooding zones.
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regardless, thousands of animals, both wild and domestic, affected by this flooding. Ukrainians save everyone they can find. the search for animals and people continues for the second day.
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the scale of this terrorist act is difficult to predict. it threatens hundreds of thousands of lives — flooding will continue for at least another 4 days. international organizations created to save people and animals in such cases do not respond. Ukrainians were left alone for the second day in a row with a large-scale disaster!
please do not be indifferent, spread information, reliable information from the Ukrainians who are experiencing this catastrophe in real-time. do not believe russian propaganda, support Ukraine and Ukrainians in our battle for life!
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kana-de · 2 months
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im so tired of seeing that Ukrainians are "white privileged." WHERE. WHERE THE FUCK. JUST WHERE. Ukrainians and Ukrainian culture whas been OPPRESSED. Ukrainian language and culture has been BANNED from everything by russia CENTURIES AGO. Ukrainian artists and writers have been KILLED AND OPPRESSED AND BANNED from writing literature in Ukrainian. we are literally being KILLED just because we are Ukrainian. what the fuck do you mean by white privilege.
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syndromealice-blog · 3 months
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You know, that’s it. I will never ever try to convince westerns about how we Ukrainians suffer from genocide. I can’t believe I need to explain or convince anyone. I see how they just don’t care. That’s it. They don’t give a shit. I can be angry, fuck yeah, I am angry. I am mad. And we are alone. We all are alone. In our pain, suffering and genocide. People that support us are from countries that can be next if we can’t stand anymore. Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, etc.
All this shitty posts about Ukraine from westerns who say that we are nazis and other victim-blaming shit. I never felt this unsafe in the world. I never felt this bad knowing that nobody gives a shit. Politic is the biggest pool of crap I’ve ever seen. The truth is the world politics are full of corruption, hate, discrimination and shit. And who are they blaming? Us. They blame Ukrainians who are trying to survive everyday, who are standing against big aggressor.
Fuck this. I am done with trying to say something. World is silent. My scream goes to nowhere. Someone just don’t want to repost and spread information not to broke their page aesthetic. While we are dying because of imperialists.
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ftgrfk-blog · 1 month
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24.02.2022
Mariupol
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I had the privilege of knowing her since 2017-18. Amazing person. She was so articulate, funny, caring, generous, gracious, and so much more. It hurt deep in my soul hearing the news via her husband. I can’t make it make sense how such pure malice can exist in the world, but Diana persevered her whole life, and was the one light in the darkness that gave you hope. For the good people in your life, it is never “Goodbye,” but “See you later.” Rest easy, Diana. Slava Ukraini.
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elhawrites · 3 months
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Talked to my friend, who lives in Kyiv, this morning. Right after the russian attack. Asked if she was okay because she lives in the part of the city where Shaheds are often downed. She told me that this attack was like no other before. The explosions were so powerful, the whole high-rise she's living in, felt wobbly and unstable. I asked her whether she and her boyfriend take shelter. Unfortunately, no, she said, the only thing they can do is to hide in the bathroom where there are at least no windows. There's no parking lot or an underground station nearby and the basements under their house are not suitable for hiding from the explosions. Because obviously they weren't built to withstand explosions, they were built in pre-war period. FYI there should be at least two entrances/exits in a shelter for it to be safe. In case the house collapses. I didn't want to know this information but now I know. I don't want my mother to understand the difference between balistic and guided missiles. But she does. I hate the fact that my grandma bought a map of Ukraine just so she could know where the missiles and drones currently are when they announce it in the news. I hate it not because I find it stupid but because no one should live in total fear and waiting of potential death like this. We don't deserve to live under constant threat, planning anxiously what to do in case we are far from our families when the next attack starts.
We lose everything - from people to pets to homes to material things to our health, both mental and physical while the whole world is watching. Well, we're in luck if at least a part of the world is watching. The rest got used to the terrorism that seems to be normalized as long as it doesn't cross the outer borders of Ukraine.
Personally I don't see the point of writing a lot of posts in English nowadays. You might have noticed that. Yes, we scream about it every day but it seems the longer we scream, the more of a common occurance it becomes to the rest of the world. Those who wanted to help us are already doing that and the rest just doesn't care. There are people who seem to despise us even. According to them we waste their money, live (mostly) not in holes (how dare we!), or fake the whole war thing at all. What they don't understand is that in the long run their demands to stop helping us can play a very bad joke on the whole world. If we lose, a lot of people will be surprised how everything in this world is interconnected. The unpunished evil always comes back wanting more. And pretending you don't see it doesn't make it disappear.
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folklorespring · 2 days
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by Victoria Amelina, translated from Ukrainian by Anatoly Kudryavitsky
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blignick · 3 days
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kamogryadeshi · 20 hours
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❗The Russians hit Kharkov with air bombs
Multi-storey residential buildings and a school were damaged. One person was killed, sixteen others were injured
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thisgingerhasnosoul · 3 months
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I’ve started following a lot of Ukrainian and pro-Ukrainian accounts lately, and I am so glad that I have. Antisemitism has been my main focus, for obvious reasons, but man. The Ukrainians are absolutely fucked right now and they need our support.
I’m still looking into good places to donate to and other tangible ways to help, but from my own personal experience as a Jew dealing with the current massive wave of antisemitism, simply listening to them and showing solidarity would probably go a long way, too.
Anyway 🇺🇦 🤝 ✡️
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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year
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My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days
And as a 21 year old all I could think was
The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.
Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.
When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.
When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.
When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.
Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.
When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.
When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.
Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.
When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.
Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.
When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.
When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”
Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.
Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.
There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.
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