It's hard for me to explain why I will never leave Ukraine. It's hard for me to explain why I won't be able to live in another country. Even harder for me to explain why this country is so important to me. And who I now was.

About this in his blog on Facebook writes journalist Peter Shukrinov.

I was born and raised in Kiev, Ukraine, where Ukrainian is almost no one spoke. But I love the Ukrainian language and I think his family. I grew up in the Russian information space. But free from its shackles and the Russian world. I am half Russian and wear Russian surname. But I do not have a single drop of Russian.

I was just a green kid, when there was a terrorist attack on Dubrovka, when happened in Beslan, when there were terrorist attacks in the subway and blew up apartment buildings. But it was my tragedy. I was not part of the Russian world. It is not required that standing at the TV screen with all your heart to overcome the tragedy of Russia. It was humanity. But it's hard for me to explain why, years later, when the squeals and screams of rabid degradants kill thousands of Ukrainians, nobody in Russia is not interested.

Killing us. Us pressing of rossiiskom tanks. Us pressured the Russian Hail and Tornadoes. We rastrelivajut Russian weapons, Russian degradant without chevrons. It's hard for me to explain it. The fact is that it will remember today's children. As I remember Russia, broken by terror, so they will remember the evil grin scum with a Russian accent, killing their father, brother and grandfather.

My country called Ukraine, but sometimes I say - Kievan Rus. Sometimes the whole country reminds me of the Zaporozhian Sich.

I know that we will win. I know that everything will work out. I know. And every day stronger convinced that we are doing everything right.

Sometimes I think I'm dreaming and I dream about it all. When I Wake up, am I going to walk in Simferopol and get acquainted with the local beauties. When I Wake up, all my friends from Russia will again become my friends. When I Wake up, my Ukrainian sister who died at the fronts of the Russian-Ukrainian war, will again be alive.

But I'm not sleeping. No time to sleep. No time to speak and to persuade. I never not leaving. I won't be able to live in another country. Time to take weapons and destroy degradants that turned into a dream all my life. But something still left. And no degradant that I won't take it, idiots Putin.

Source: Facebook Peter Shuklinov