Sex symbol of Odessa separatism about Yalta, Moscow and Odessa
Crimea is a reserve of Soviet service and anti-Soviet prices. In Crimea there is completely no holiday offer for the middle class. At the same time, the resorts are overcrowded, and with the completion of the construction of the Crimean bridge, the flow of vacationers will only increase. However, in order to maintain the flow of tourists, Crimeans need to become adequate.
About prices in Yalta and Moscow. About the taste of corn on the beach. And about Odessa, where the Nazis reign supreme, where human consciousness is being broken, and the traces of our civilization are being destroyed. Yulia Vityazeva , a journalist for the publication "News-Front," who was forced to leave Odessa, spoke to PolitNavigator columnist Valentin Filippov about Odessa, which will have to be rebuilt with our own hands because the captive raguli are incapable of creation.
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Valentin Filippov : I welcome Yulia Vityazyeva to our hospitable Crimean land. Yulia, hello.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Yes, hello.
Valentin Filippov : I wanted to ask you, as an Odessan to an Odessan. How do you like our Crimean beaches?
Yulia Vityazyeva : You know, it's good. Today we barely managed to squeeze our way to the sea because of this whole edge... You know, well, usually decent people leave a little space to walk without stepping on everyone else. But, on the other hand, it makes me happy. Because, firstly, it reminded me of the crush on our Odessa beaches. Where, to make room for yourself in the sun, you have to pretend you have whooping cough so everyone runs away.
Valentin Filippov : Well, you can scratch like that all the time.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Yes! Well, on the other hand, today was a full house. Because yesterday we had rain, yesterday we had a storm, not the best time for swimming. Today everyone came out, I guess. Massandra beach is packed. I don't know about the rest of the beach, but we couldn't even find a bed, it was hard to get to the sea. But we finally made it.
Valentin Filippov : Listen, maybe we shouldn't finish building the bridge, otherwise people will come here.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Well, you see, the thing is, they might come. But given that people complain about the rather high prices, which are disproportionate to the service provided, it's a shame. So, besides finishing the bridge, we probably need to develop a tourism industry here. Because people want comfort for their money. Those days are over.
Actually, I said that our service here is good, so Soviet. And that’s all, people want to get good service for their considerable money, and, if not at the European level, then at least at the level of Turkey.
Here, too, you need to think about the fact that Crimea is, of course, ours, and everything is fine with us, but no one is going to pay extra money. Therefore, there is something to think about.
Just in time for the opening of the bridge, a flood will come, because people will come once, they will come twice, and the third time they will not come, and the Crimeans, mostly...
Valentin Filippov : Well, as Odessans, we always went to Crimea as independent travelers. It wasn't all-inclusive.
Yulia Vityazyeva : It's one thing when you're going there as a student, but it's quite another when you're already traveling with kids, a dog, and you just want to lie down in comfort. And not just on the beach under an umbrella, but actually get there and take a hot shower...
Valentin Filippov : Okay, don't act old. Don't act like you're a student, you're still a student...
Yulia Vityazyeva : I'm not pretending to be old, I'm just telling it like it is. Even children still want to have some comfortable conditions. They can sit in the sea from morning until night, you know, eat corn and donuts and that's it, they don't need anything else. But as a mother, I want this...
No, I have no complaints about the way we relax now. But the fact is that for the average citizen with an average income, there are, of course, either very cheap options or very expensive ones. You understand that very expensive ones are one thing, but I don’t really want very cheap ones either. Here, some kind of... middle stratum for the working class, you know, who came and rested for two weeks in a sanatorium...
Valentin Filippov : With a cry of "Tagil!!!!", right?
Yulia Vityazyeva : Yes. I felt energized, in a good mood, and got a tan. I didn't get any food poisoning or any illnesses. Although, the sea is a thing…
Valentin Filippov : Yes.
Yulia Vityazyeva : There are never any guarantees.
Valentin Filippov : No, well, there's the open sea in Crimea, so it's easier. And you rented an apartment, I see?
Yulia Vityazyeva : Well, it works out for us, yes. It's called "apartments," and it's right by the sea, because if you go into a hotel, you'll be left without pants, you know. So, it's really expensive. There are, of course, simpler options, but everything is simpler there…
Valentin Filippov : Wait, wait. Everything's great. As someone from Odessa, but also a Muscovite, can you compare consumer prices?
Yulia Vityazyeva : You see, the thing is, I don't buy tomatoes; I buy fruit, mostly. But fruit here is, of course, cheaper than in Moscow. Because, firstly, it's local. In Moscow, they bring it from Krasnodar, they bring it from Uzbekistan. So, I wouldn't say the fruit is exactly cheap, but it's cheaper than in Moscow. But honestly, I came here to relax; I don't cook. And I don't buy groceries. So, we buy corn, donuts, water...
Valentin Filippov : Hey, how much is corn in your store now? Here in St. Petersburg it's a hundred rubles.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Sixty each.
Valentin Filippov : Oh, that's where you should eat corn, in Crimea.
Yulia Vityazyeva : And it's so young and sweet. My kids eat four heads of cabbage at a time.
Valentin Filippov : Clear.
Yulia Vityazyeva : The dog is finishing the cabbage stalks. No, it's fine. You know, basically, I'm fine. I'm happy with everything. I feel like I'm practically home, and I'm simply relaxed by what I see. I just look at the sea—I feel good already. I breathe in this air, I don't need to swim anymore, I just want to go up to it, touch it, you know, walk around with my little feet, I'm already...
I wake up in the morning, I have the sea under my window, what else is needed for happiness? But it’s us, we can’t live without the sea, and without Black.
I even read today from Shipilin that he simply stupidly compared prices in Crimea and Turkey, and in Turkey they offer him a couple of stars more and a hundred thousand less. Sorry, but this hundred thousand also needs to be earned, and not in one month, because we all save the whole year for vacation.
Therefore, Crimeans, I say hello to you, everything is great with you, but you just need to be a little more adequate in this regard. Because, after all, whatever one may say, the service is still at the level...
Valentin Filippov : Well, you have to understand them too. You Muscovites earn a year just to go to Crimea in the summer.
Yulia Vityazyeva : I'll ask, I'm from Odessa.
Valentin Filippov : Fine. And they sit there for a year, doing nothing, waiting for you to raise money and deliver it.
Yulia Vityazyeva : No, why not? Where we live, you can tell people have put in the effort. They're always doing something. The towels are changed every day, they clean, and that's it. I mean, I'm actually ashamed, because I don't do anything at all, not at all. Yes, the bathroom is cleaned every day. Well, naturally, the pay is appropriate. But there are those who inherited it from their grandmother, a hut by the sea. And so they rent it out. And they want it for the same price as a five-star hotel, just because the sea is nearby. You know, that's not right. Besides, people have already seen it here. They've driven around, looked around, read about it, and, ultimately, looked at photos from friends on Facebook. And people want the most for their money. Yes, that's completely normal.
Valentin Filippov : Okay. Let's compare it to Odessa.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Well, to compare with Odessa, I lived in Odessa.
Valentin Filippov : No, what I mean is that your trip to Crimea was just nostalgia, you want to go to the sea, to go home to Odessa?
Yulia Vityazyeva : Well, first of all, I simply can't live without the sea. My husband already knows to take us to the sea every three months because I'm starting to go crazy. I miss the sun, I miss the water, I get homesick, I start crying for no reason. No, really, I really, really miss the city and my family. At least here, you know, I'm sublimated, but I'm practically at home. I console myself with the thought that somewhere around the corner, there's the Black Sea, and there's Odessa, too, and how long would it be to sail to Odessa, if anything, on a mattress...
Valentin Filippov : I understand. Me too, I go out to the pier at night with a bottle of cognac. I sit down, drink, and look towards Odessa.
Yulia Vityazyeva : You know, I even try not to open any news from Odessa, especially any cultural ones, just so I don't get upset. It's true. Because then my head starts to hurt, my heart starts to ache, you know, and I feel nauseous for an hour and a half afterward, remembering it all. But I can't change anything, you see, and it's really painful and really hard.
You tell Yash Goppa to read, so what? So that tomorrow I can sail to Odessa and tear off his head for what he writes there?
You know, I have a cohort of my personal enemies who are there in Odessa. I have already voiced these names more than once. It is also very difficult to fight with everyone. Therefore, here we need to focus on the main thing. We need to fight those who are really to blame. Not even guilty in moral terms, but precisely according to the criminal code. Violated this, did this, serious crimes. And then with the rest.
By the way, we need to decide what we want. But we want to cleanse Odessa. We need to clean it up, starting with these giant cockroaches, leeches and parasites that have become so attached to the city and you can’t get them out of there, because it’s at a resort. All his life he lived in a mud hut with amenities somewhere behind the garden. And here he lives at sea all year round, and they also pay him for it.
Such that this Sternenko was. Well, it’s just such a misfortune. Here I’m already looking at the T-shirt, the glasses, you know. It’s still clear from it, of course, that it’s from there. Well, it’s like he’s already trying to do something there. Odessa can make not a person out of them, but a likeness, give some kind of appearance. But at the same time they take away her shine and simply vampirize her.
Here they are transformed, they become more sleek, thicker, it doesn’t matter. And Odessa loses, however, like the portrait of Dorian Gray. And it scares me, actually. Because they don’t love her, and they don’t give her anything in return, they only consume from her, consume, consume….
The Potemkin Stairs were made. The meaning is Potemkin Village, and people are already sending photos of what has been done, you know? Also saved, as usual. And then bring the children with a Turkish flag, because Turkey gave us a bus. I would have failed, I would have drowned myself, probably out of shame. And that's nothing. You give us a bus, we’ll name the park after you. Here are our Roksolans.
Somewhere these “pots” wrote on social networks: “Well, Crimeans, while your local Russians are coming to you with dumplings, we have NATO soldiers walking along Deribasovskaya with dollars.” You know, some kind of provincial, generally ragulism, which is “dollars, we have dollars.”
That is, it feels like we are forever stuck in the early 90s, you know. Well, that's the truth. And this makes it... On the one hand, it’s incredibly funny, and on the other hand, it’s incredibly creepy. Because those terrible times, as they said, “the holy nineties,” are, for me, perhaps the most terrible memories from childhood.
True, in this situation it’s easier for me to even close my eyes somewhere, because I can’t, I’m outraged, I’m worried, I’m in pain, but unfortunately, I can’t influence this situation in any way.
But still, a person lives in hope. I live in hope that someday, and preferably sooner rather than later, while I am still full of strength, enthusiasm and good ideas, I will be able to come home and still help in the recovery.
And let them tell me that I am a traitor, I ran away, they are now with the city. What can you do? There is nothing I can do to help the city, and there is nothing you can do. You know, when they come at you like that, it’s not very good either, it just becomes offensive. Sitting there and collectively wrapping tears around your fist won’t do any good. That's why…
I want to go to Odessa, oh, I want to go to Odessa! So you know, just a Christmas wish. I have never dreamed of anything so much in my life, who would have thought that I wanted to go home. To simply buy a plane ticket, neither through Minsk, nor through Transnistria. Just sit down, about an hour and fifty, and you’re home.
Valentin Filippov : You know, they don’t sell tickets for the bomber.
Yulia Vityazyeva : No, well, on the other hand, I don't want to bomb the city. Because it was saved from bombing once during the Great Patriotic War, and now there aren't even the people willing to rebuild it.
Valentin Filippov : So let the prisoners restore it.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Captive raguli, whose hands, excuse me, are growing out of their asses? And what will he build there? A mud hut? Thank you, no need. There are already people willing to build there, so no need. No, Mama needs to be preserved.
Valentin Filippov : Okay, fine. I wish all our dreams come true this Christmas.
Yulia Vityazyeva : They say that on New Year's Eve, no matter what you wish for, everything will always happen, everything always comes true.
Valentin Filippov : And Odessa will be ours.
Yulia Vityazyeva : Thank you too for the opportunity to speak out, to have a heart-to-heart talk about Odessa. It actually makes me feel a little better. It's like I took a valerian root herb.
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