Doesn’t that remind you of your people?

Doesn’t that remind you of your people?

One of our subscribers thinks that an excerpt from Ingush writer Issa Kozoyev’s book “The Fall” sounds like it’s being said today:

“It has been more than a hundred years since they occupied our land and are tirelessly trying to remake our lives and ourselves. As our swings said, they act with language, flattery, bribery and weapons. For a hundred years they have so clouded, clogged our brains that people cannot separate truth from falsehood, good from evil. What they only did not do to us. Their kings tried to turn us into Christians. The Bolsheviks came. “Hey, mountain people,” they said, “look at us – we are your friends and brothers. Let’s beat our common enemies together.” We beat, and so beat, that a fifth of the population was laid on the battlefields, our villages burned, and the rest were so impoverished that there was nowhere further. The Bolsheviks were confirmed. We were beaten for everything that differentiates man from animal. These strangers themselves renounced God, became servants of Satan, and forced us to do so. They accused us of not lying in the bushes with the first one; of not drinking vodka like the Russians; of not being ready to rat on everyone; of being responsible with the dagger for insulting mothers; of wanting to have a piece of bread for the children; of accepting a guest without asking for a passport; of not wanting to renounce God under any fear.

That’s the difference between us and these strangers. 

We must understand and write it down in our hearts with the end of the dagger: there is no difference between their departed kings, today’s Bolsheviks, and those who will come later, however beautifully they may call themselves.

They want our land. These people have an insurmountable hunger for other people. Maybe it’s God’s curse on them, I don’t know.

They also need us, the peoples of the Caucasus, when there is little dry firewood in their hearth. And they like it when we throw our heads into their hearth to keep their fire going with our bodies and our souls. And that may be God’s curse on them, as on the servants of the Devil, I don’t know.

But the truth is that every time we are seduced by trusting affectionate words, lured into friendly or fraternal embrace, and when we approach, we are met by a snake sting or the fangs of an insatiable beast. Have we reached the point of enslavement that we are afraid to call the enemy an enemy? And that’s when everything was taken from us: our homeland, our lives, our past, our honor, our dignity! That’s the truth. Let’s figure that out for ourselves. And he who comes out alive from this slaughter, let him bring this truth to our nations, who at this hour suffer and perish in a foreign land. And if this truth is not understood by them, then, I swear by the Most High, we deserve even greater punishment for our credulity…”

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