The name and surname of this person have been changed. The recording of the conversation, unfortunately, has been destroyed.
This story took place on the afternoon of September 15, 2010. At 16:21 I went out of the house to take a walk and not far from the house, at the crossroads, I saw my old friend Vitalik Gusenko, who shifted from foot to foot somewhat bewildered and seemed to be waiting for someone. Seeing me, he darted slightly in the opposite direction from me, but then, as if pulling himself together, he came up to me and greeted me. For some reason, he repeated several times that he had to cross the road to greet me.
Before that, I had not seen Vitalik for ten years, probably. At one time we were friends... He was an educated, intelligent and decent person, but one summer, I don’t remember exactly, it was in the early 90s, I met Vitalik on the street and he told me that his father died suddenly, and then he said that he was talking to him... He talked about it so passionately, as he talks to his father, that I didn’t even dare to argue... You see... Vitalik was a biophysicist and he knew exactly where the line between life and death was, and if he started talking to the dead, then this could only mean that he was crazy... Since then, I sometimes met with him, but never touched on this topic again, and he, in conversation, was tense and seemed to be waiting for me I'll start talking about it...
In general, before this meeting, which I am writing about, I had not seen Vitalik for about ten years... We said hello, an empty conversation began, about nothing. He asked where I was going, I answered, he offered to walk a little together and we went. I tried not to ask how he was doing and he asked how mine were... Well, I told him that it is impossible to live in Ukraine, that if the laws do not work, then Ukraine is not a state, and what is it, a pseudo-state formation is waiting for a near collapse, collapse, that, apparently, a fascist state is being built... and suddenly Vitalik began to talk like a robot, his eyes became, I would say, glassy, like those of a Komsomol leader, at a rally... Before, I had never seen him like that... Vitalik began to tell me that I have no right to reason and talk about it, that there are people who have already achieved a lot, who have moved to another level and now determine the structure of the world and the fate of other people, while Vitalik pointed to the clouds with his eyes, and I myself must not think, but carefully follow them, these people, find out what they think and repeat what they say and try to think about their great thoughts, accept them and not go beyond their categories, etc., etc. ...
Vitalik answered my words about fundamental and inalienable human rights with a contemptuous grin...
I, not yet understanding that Vitalik was reborn and this is just a talking shell, that there is no smart and decent person anymore, I started arguing with him, proving that the security gangs that filled Ukraine and who refuse to obey the Constitution live according to Cossack traditions , and in fact they are a state within a state, this is the same as the security detachments of the SA and SS, and in themselves, the Cossacks are ordinary robbers, and their traditions are a medieval robber code that establishes the robber way of life of a robber state... and in in the end, this will lead the state to collapse, which is impossible, that the state is a set of laws, and if there are no laws, then there is no state. Vitalik somehow tensed up and carefully looked into my face and asked: “What do you have against the Cossacks?”...
Something in me switched... I looked at him - a completely stranger stood in front of me. I didn't know him. He talked like a stool pigeon and looked like a stool pigeon . The clothes and shoes on him - shoes, trousers, shirt, were from an old chiffonier... The circumstances of the meeting with him indicated that most likely he was waiting for me. It seems that someone dressed him up, well, told him to dress decently, what he had in stock, and knowing where and what time I would go, put him at the crossroads so that he, supposedly by chance, would meet me and try to brainwash me... It all looked like a cheap KGB production... When I got home, I angrily deleted the recording of the conversation... and now I regret it...
As for these people, who have already achieved a lot… for the sake of whom, in fact, this conversation took place… the state of Ukraine did not take place and is falling apart… and in my opinion, it is already impossible to stop this process… And this is based on only two circumstances – lack of rights and corruption, betrayal by state authorities of their own Constitution. The fact is that these same people, who have already achieved a lot, simply wanted to achieve even more, and since they had already appropriated all the property, they had only one thing left to do - to appropriate the rights of all other people, turning them into serfs...
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