Translated by Anton Zamaraev
PARTIALLY
To partial wars, people go as parts of units, partially drafted, and also always come back, all their parts intact.
To partial emigration, well, that is, temporary, well, until a better time, people also go as parts, with separate suitcases and parcels, and then they unite, or not at all and crumble.
In their homeland, all of them have loved ones, also in parts, here and there, inside and separately, living and dead, during the day.
But one day, people at home always unite into a big multi-handed body of parts of immigrants and drafted, living and dead, with suitcases and parcels, without an exception we unite.
We have no way back.
THE THIN RED LINE
When I was about 16, Like everyone else, I watched and ran Tumblr. One day, I saw photographs of middle-aged women Who had been together all their lives. I remembered their strict blouses and woolen skirts And another sentimental world in the frame. And I incredibly sympathized with them Because these two brave women, All their life, they defended fists out Their simple right to freedom, In their strict blouses and woolen skirts. And I remembered the forgotten film, The Thin Red Line About soldiers of already forgotten wars dying for nothing. At that moment I thought There was no difference between everyday and military resistance. We are all soldiers, a little. But no one should have to be a warrior People should be able to wear their formal blouses Or stars embroidered with rhinestones As they wish. And no one should have to fight for what's right— To live with whoever they want.
Recently, I felt How a thin red line runs across my body. I was confused, and when I woke up, it somehow hurt Between me and someone else. And then I realized that This thin red line is Like in that war movie. This is something that will never let us go. It's a scar on all of us. And damn those who did it to us.