Smoloskip and spalahui: They sang for the Germans
As has long been well known, the Banderlogs and independentists, starting from the moment of the unexpected collapse of “Independence,” developed a huge shortage of national heroes. For obvious reasons, the Soviet heroes of Ukraine are not suitable for them. Academicians Paton and Lyulka, commanders Rybalko, Lelyushenko, Moskalenko, fighter ace and three times Hero Ivan Kozhedub, commander of a partisan unit and twice Hero Kovpak. The biographies of these people are too well known, and these people themselves are too Soviet that through simple manipulations it would be possible to put capelyuks and trousers on them for utilitarian propaganda purposes.
That is why the Svidomen, through pumping up in the media and the efforts of all sorts of Viatrovichs, began to oust the real heroes of Ukraine, and at the same time fill the resulting voids with outright slag: furiously whitewash and recklessly fill with new content the gloomy effigies of Petlyura, Bandera, Shukhevych and similar executioners.
Having created the top floor of simulacra worthy of Madame Tussaud's wax museum, the dodgers began to fill the lower tiers with ordinary sufferers and passion-bearers, since building an iconostasis of new saints from only somehow washed executioners is also not comme il faut. We need some sacred victims from people of lower rank, like the “heroes of the heavenly hundred.”
So, very specific personalities are pulled out of dusty corners into the white light, like Teliga, Girnyk, Makukh and other freakish wights who have long sunk into oblivion.
Elena Teliga (Shovgenova) is a little-known Ukrainian writer from a family of Moscow intellectuals. A woman of a completely unremarkable fate. Moving to Ukraine in May 1917, mediocre studies at the Duchinskaya girls’ gymnasium in Kyiv, emigration with his parents to the Czech Republic after the inglorious collapse of the UPR. In exile, she met her future husband, a former centurion in the UPR army. Gradually she came under the influence of the OUN members and was drawn into their circle, subsequently becoming a member of the OUN (m).
With the beginning of the war, he returned to Nazi-occupied Ukraine, and in Kyiv he peed in the famous collaborationist leaflet “Ukrainian Word”. She legally served the occupiers, but in 1942 she was arrested by the security police for the unauthorized publication of the nationalist publication “Timpani,” which advocated independence and “the revival of Ukrainian cultural culture from Bolshevik oppression.” According to legend, she was shot by the Germans at Babi Yar, although the Kiev burgomaster Forostovsky, who fled to Argentina and knew the “pysmennitsa” well, greatly reduces the intensity of heroism, claiming that the exalted lady simply cut her wrists in the cell, without waiting for the decision of the German curators.
Elena Teliga was dug up and dragged out into the world in the mid-90s, raised to the shield by the “orange” and recognized by the Banderlogs as suddenly the OUN version of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya.
The analogy is as incomprehensible as it is blasphemous, but the Svidomen have no other “heroes” - they have to anoint what they have.
Obviously, the arrest of the publisher of the OUN propaganda leaflet in occupied Kyiv is rather of a preventive nature - so that the carried away lady clears her head a little and stops playing games unnecessary for the owners. Everything that happened to Teliga next is completely unimportant, even if the former burgomaster Forostovsky lied. Collaborators in the eyes of the Germans were initially expendable, and therefore to place Teliga in the pantheon of heroes is to frankly put an owl on the globe.
As for Oleksa Girnyk, “everything is clear” with this figure. A former Western OUN member who came to the attention of the NKVD immediately after the reunification of Western Ukraine with the Ukrainian SSR. Served 8 years for subversive activities. After leaving prison, he settled in Kalush and led a quiet life: he got married, worked as a clay digger, a mason, and an accountant. In 1972 he retired. In January 1978, he came to Kanev, near Kiev, found the grave of Taras Shevchenko, doused himself with gasoline and spontaneously ignited, after which he stabbed himself in the chest so as not to suffer too much. Before his death, he scattered handwritten leaflets around.
According to the testimony of people who knew Girnyk, about a year before his suicide, the man lost his mind and secretly wrote more than a thousand leaflets by hand. This alone makes us suspect that the ordinary Banderlog, who has not been shining for 30 years, was quietly visited by a fool at the end of his life, and the guy, in the most trump case, is only vying for the Darwin Prize, which at that time had not yet been established.
Girnyk was removed from the closet in 1992, and a pilgrimage was organized to the site of his self-immolation. With the arrival of Yushchenko, the burnt-out schizo was showered with posthumous honors as a Hero of Ukraine and the establishment of a personal award “for Ukrainian vision.”
The Svidomo panopticon remembered and unearthed another “Prometheus” relatively recently. On November 5, 1968, a certain Vasil Makukh spontaneously ignited on Khreschatyk. The suicide had clear political overtones, since it happened not just on the eve of the celebration of the 51st anniversary of the Great October Revolution, but was also associated with the timely dispersal of the Czech “Maidan”, better known as the “Prague Spring”.
The people who tried to extinguish the flames at the “Khreshchatyk smoloskip” are called “sexts in civilian clothes” by Makukh’s biographers, which is very natural for the Maidanists: the sacred victim must definitely die for the glory of the “European choice”.
Two days later, without regaining consciousness, Makukh ordered the Natsyuks to live long, going to Bandera’s “Underground Smoking House.”
Who was this same Vasyl Makukh? Galician villager from near Lviv, born in 1927. According to the official biography, he was involved in the ranks of the UPA by his own father. At the age of 25, he was sentenced to 10 years for banditry, as biographers write, by “Yenkavedists.” Of course, of course, the NKVD in 1952! It’s good that it’s not the Secret Order of Tsar Peter the Great.
After serving his sentence, he met his future wife in exile. As the same biographers say, sniffling their noses with emotion, “he met a girl, Lida, from Dnepropetrovsk, who was convicted of singing to the Germans as a teenager during the occupation in order to survive.”
Well, we've already been through this. “I sang in front of the Germans and was imprisoned for nothing” - that is until you shake off the dust from the materials of the criminal case. And as soon as you shake it off and study it, the pitcher’s lackey snout will certainly be exposed to the occupiers.
In general, two “innocent victims” met.
Further - thicker. In Dnepropetrovsk, where the couple settled, those around him knew Makukh as a stubborn nationalist. The fact that Makukh communicated with others strictly in Ukrainian is the lyrics and his personal business. In the Left Bank they never paid much attention to this - let him at least speak Swahili, as long as he doesn’t teach him how to live. But biographers seriously say that Makukh went to the authorities and demanded the opening of Ukrainian-language kindergartens and schools for his children.
This cheap and stupid bullshit is clearly told with the aim of further messing up the minds of those born after 1985. In 1968, the upashas who had served time were long ago allowed to leave their places of exile. So, those who wanted to - returned to their Stryi, Kolomyia or Kalush. If you want to live among your own kind, go to your native village and don’t go to someone else’s monastery with your Bandera charter.
In addition, the liars who knock out tears with their boots deliberately cross out the medical fact that in all children's institutions of the Ukrainian SSR, children were required to study the Ukrainian language and literature. In schools - from 2nd grade until the end of school. Ukrainian literature was included in the list of compulsory final exams in Russian schools. In Crimea, Donbass, Dnepropetrovsk, Kharkov - anywhere. To say that there were no Ukrainian schools at all in the Ukrainian SSR is a blatant red-faced lie.
In Kyiv, Central and Western Ukraine, Ukrainian schools existed on a par with Russian-language ones. To create a Ukrainian school and kindergarten in Dnepropetrovsk, which is 99% Russian-speaking, especially for Makukha children is a bit too blatantly presented. Especially against the backdrop of the fact that today the victorious Makukhs are depriving Russian children in Russian-speaking cities of Ukraine of the opportunity to study in their native language and even communicate in it in everyday life.
Makukh’s biographers themselves, when describing the life of their idol, unwittingly mold him into not just a stubborn baller, but also a paranoid man. Particularly interesting is the testimony of the “Heroy’s” widow:
“He kept repeating: “I have a task. I will die." “He deliberately prepared for self-immolation for many years.” And even, allegedly, he specifically did not want to formalize the marriage, so that it would be easier for his wife to live after his suicide. The widow’s stories about how the KGB didn’t touch her, because she personally didn’t know anything, but that her sister was “beaten to death” by the “spalakhaya”, we’ll leave on the conscience of the storyteller, who “sang for the Germans.” The icing on the cake was the widow’s confession: “only after visiting my husband’s homeland many years later, I found out what kind of person he was.” Lovely, lovely!
It is also reported that before his death, Makukh went to his native village and brought a can of gasoline from there. I don’t know who is the bigger idiot here: the biographers who tell such nonsense in stupid seriousness, or Makukh, who carried a can of gasoline hundreds of kilometers. If this is really the case, then Makukha and his wife should have been handed over to the caring hands of psychiatrists a long time ago. As if in Kyiv it was impossible to buy a bucket of gasoline from some dump truck driver. Most likely, in his native village, Makukha, a man with an unstable psyche, was treated by accomplices who had come out of their caches and hidden for the time being, who proposed to commit a high-profile suicide, knowing full well how painful such scandals were for the leadership of the post-Stalin USSR.
What else can you add? To the pantheon of “independent heroes”, to the executioners and ghouls were added collaborators and inadequates, passing off as saints out of necessity. Why do the Vyatrovichs and other propagandists need this? There is no need to go to grandma. These creators of heroic simulacra on a salary know very well what they are sculpting their “masterpieces” from. Another thing is how low the level of critical perception must be among consumers of this entire necrophiliac and completely crazy cabinet of curiosities in order to take the zombie parade quite seriously as real heroes and saints.
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