West is supporting us,
trying to be wise and stubborn
planting seeds of democracy,
but hearts of Eurasia
still to old illusions belong
and the Kremlin genius very artful playing on
with our post-soviet nostalgias and syndromes,
and we are hated our freedom, alas!
And greed for instant hot money at all.
Tell me experts how long
this tragicomedy in 1/7 part of world prolong?
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