History repeats itself not because people fail to learn, but because the logic of empires does not change. Other people’s empires. Never the victors’.
I sat at my laptop and didn’t blink for five minutes. I told my wife: “Dianochka took the bait, as expected. He recommends involving her through marriage.” Then I read in the news: “I have taken the decision to conduct a special military operation.” I explained Brzezinski’s trap to my wife: three men opposed him, each with his own fear, while he deliberately pressed. I said: “There are no non-aggressive wars.…
I interrupted: “Let his superiors order him to propose. He recommended it himself.” Then I offered to sell my paintings: ten unrelated buyers, hanging in their palaces. My husband will check. I read aloud an article about the friend from Oxford who “became a prophetess after her father died.” Serious people start by not believing, then verify, and six months later hire the prophetess as a consultant.
I sat and drew. Adults nearby were talking about the war. I drew a house with a flag.
The war has begun. The blitzkrieg everyone expected catches the country in a trap, and a new word rolls across all the media in advance: Chornobaivka. What became of Putin’s double, who will film him next, and what part a simple young man in a vegetable storage plays, Book Eight will tell.
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