Terrible 1920 in Russia after Diniriy Merejrovski

A knife in the hands of a madman is terrible.

And to enter into "peace negotiations" with a madman

without tearing the knife out of his hands is even more terrible.

A madman is cunning: he will outwit all the smart guys and laugh at them.

The Red Army in the hands of Lenin-Trotsky

is a knife in the hands of a madman.

The argument about whether the Red Army is strong or

whether the knife is sharp is a stupid argument.

It is not the sharpness of the knife that matters,

but the sharpness of the madman's cunning.

A dull penknife in the hands of a madman,

when he creeps up on a sleeping man at night,

is more dangerous than the sharpest knives.

And this is exactly what is happening now.

Europe is sleeping, and Trotsky-Lenin is creeping up on it -

he is about to slash the throat of the Red Army with a dull penknife.

Or maybe Europe has already woken up and is shaking all over,

does not see, does not hear, does not understand -

only shaking, poking around and perishing senselessly?

After all, it is not the terrible that destroys, but fear.

I think that this is exactly what is happening to Europe now.

The leader of a great nation offered to mediate

for peace negotiations between Poland and the Soviet government.

The Soviet government responded with a diplomatic slap in the face.

What is the leader of a great nation doing?

What is the great nation itself doing?

A military squadron is heading to the Baltic Sea

(for the umpteenth time?); sixteen divisions

with sixteen generals have been sent to help Poland.

But here's the problem: the generals have already arrived,

but the divisions have not yet made it’ll happen . Will they make it?

And the cunning madman with a blunt penknife

keeps sneaking and sneaking and quietly laughing

at the mutterings of the sleeping man about

sixteen divisions without generals and sixteen generals without divisions.

We have known for a long time: all words are in vain.

No one will hear, no one will wake up.

And yet we will speak, we will shout to the end.

Wake up, come to your senses. What are you so afraid of?

Red Russia? The Red Army? There is no Red Russia,

there is only Russian Russia, and all of it is against the Red Devil.

There is no Red Army, there is only a herd of maddened people,

whom the Red Devil drives like cattle to the slaughter,

with machine guns in the back, and with such refined horrors

that the Inquisition is a joke in front of them.

Oh, if these unfortunates knew that you are against the Red Devil,

how they would rush to you!

But from what you have done and are doing with Russia,

they cannot know this.

Sixteen generals without divisions - that's good;

sixteen generals with divisions - even better.

But that is not the main thing now; the main thing is

in your will, in your determination, in your courage, in your dignity.

At least in this last minute, come to your senses.

You are the children of a great mother: your mother is Europe,

the mother of Freedom. And you will betray her

in your sleep to the Red Devil-Enslaver?

Do not think that you have woken up:

if you are afraid of this devil, you are still sleeping,

and he is strangling you in your sleep, AND W?

and if you do not wake up, he will strangle you.

Wake up, say to the Red Devil: "Amen, crumble!"

And he will crumble…

PS this is like nowadays, Putin is Satan