Museum and home of famous Ukrainian painter flooded
The home of famed Ukrainian painter Polina Raiko is under water as a result of the Kakhovka dam destruction.
Polina Raiko was a self-taught painter and an important figure in Ukrainian naïve artistry. Raiko passed away in 2004 at the age of 75 but her home became a museum and a national cultural monument of Ukraine.
700-900 children with what should have been their entire lives ahead of them. Think of how many of their hopes and dreams have been destroyed. This is horrific.
I swear our politicians just be saying anything at this point. 🙄
Americans, it's an election year, but not a normal election year. Whatever you do, do not vote for a Republican or a Democrat. Do not contribute to their campaigns and do not attend their rallies.
IF ONLY i had a fucking coin for every time some western sOciALisT equalizes Ukrainian and r. governments or says that ‘workers die on each side’ or says that they are against war altogether
oh to have so much arrogance to write elaborate posts about it, to say leisurely and haughtily that in some time world will look upon history from a socialist/communist pov. how does it feel to get off on your every word?
how many times do we have to say the plain truth? WE CAN’T JUST ‘NOT FIGHT’. WE WILL DIE. we don’t have the luxury of pacifism — it was stolen from me personally when i woke up to a message from my friend saying it’s the war. when i see my mother cry because she can’t see her son.
when you see Izyum you think we should’ve given up to avoid it. when we see it, we know exactly why we fight.
any person who thinks that one can fight a killer by pacifying them, you may go fuck yourself. in fact, please do that instead of teaching us how to live.
In the morning there was an air alarm, I obviously started to see what happened, I looked in Kyiv, everything is okay, I thought, maybe everything is okay in other cities— NO
Up until the moment the officer gazes at the holo of the infant boy, it’s easy to believe Loi’e may have been mistaken in her identification of the eyepatch-wearing Imperial. But as he removes his cap to show the scars where two horns once protruded from his skull, we know her intuition has served her well. And instead of just another nameless Imperial soldier, a cog in the Empire’s galactic machine, we begin to see him as Loi’e did. A little boy who was stolen, a child who was indoctrinated, and a young man who can still change his mind.