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Ватные вести фэндомы хачи Иркутск Кадыров Я Ватник разная политота
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Под Иркутском, в поселке Маркова, построили квартал таунхаусов «Имени Рамзана Ахматовича Кадырова». Адрес уже зарегистрирован в Росреестре. Об этом сообщается на официальном сайте от застройщика.
Полностью завершить работы по возведению квартала застройщик планирует к 2017 году.
«Современные комфортабельные таунхаусы Иркутска в новом Иркутском районе поселка Маркова, квартале Рамзана Ахматовича Кадырова, на сегодняшний день являются одними из лучших по качеству исполнения в городе. Концепция квартала воодушевлена примером философии застройки Чеченской Республики, которая под руководством Рамзана Ахматовича Кадырова обрела вид расцветшего сада», –сообщается на сайте комплекса.
На территории комплекса «Имени Рамзана Ахматовича Кадырова» будут своя спортплощадка, детский развивающий центр, система видеонаблюдения, сообщает ИА «Иркутск онлайн».
политика песочница политоты Северное Сомали Польша Я Ватник разная политота
Как известно, хохлуту хотят во всем походить на своих ясновельможных хозяев - поляков. Со времен Ющенко они стали обильно уснащать свой воляпюк полонизмами, да и называют они друг друга до сих пор "хлопцами", то есть "хлопами", рабами по-польски. Не забыли панский жёлтый чобот, хехе.
Во всем хотят они быть как паны, даже свою космическую программу замутили.
Украина планирует запустить телекоммуникационный спутник «Лыбидь-1» в первом квартале следующего года, сообщает во вторник пресс-служба нацсовета Украины по телерадиовещанию.
Такой срок согласовали члены национального совета с представителями госпредприятия Укркосмос и космического агентства в ходе встречи, на которой обсуждались перспективы и проблемы запуска первого украинского спутника связи, передает РИА «Новости».
Напомним, запуск первого украинского телекоммуникационного спутника по техническим причинам переносился уже несколько раз. Ранее его вывод на орбиту планировали на 2012 год, потом – на 2013, потом - не ранее середины 2014 года. Он предназначен для формирования национальной системы спутниковой связи Украины.
Вроде бы всё понятно, козни москалей не позволяют запустить спутник. Однако забыли хохлуту про один фактик, коль скоро "хотят как паны", то надо помнить: ПОЛЬША НЕ МОЖЕТ В КОСМОС!
Блок Скифы на английском Я Ватник разная политота
Scythians
You are millions. We are hordes and hordes and hordes.
Try and take us on!
Yes, we are Scythians! Yes, we are Asians -
With slanted and greedy eyes!
For you, the ages, for us a single hour.
We, like obedient slaves,
Held up a shield between two enemy races -
The Tatars and Europe!
For ages and ages your old furnace raged
And drowned out the roar of avalanches,
And Lisbon and Messina's fall
To you was but a monstrous fairy tale!
For hundreds of years you gazed at the East,
Storing up and melting down our jewels,
And, jeering, you merely counted the days
Until your cannons you could point at us!
The time is come. Trouble beats its wings -
And every day our grudges grow,
And the day will come when every trace
Of your Paestums may vanish!
O, old world! While you still survive,
While you still suffer your sweet torture,
Come to a halt, sage as Oedipus,
Before the ancient riddle of the Sphinx!
Russia is a Sphinx. Rejoicing, grieving,
And drenched in black blood,
It gazes, gazes, gazes at you,
With hatred and with love!
It has been ages since you've loved
As our blood still loves!
You have forgotten that there is a love
That can destroy and burn!
We love all - the heat of cold numbers,
The gift of divine visions,
We understand all - sharp Gallic sense
And gloomy Teutonic genius
We remember all - the hell of Parisian streets,
And Venetian chills,
The distant aroma of lemon groves
And the smoky towers of Cologne
We love the flesh - its flavor and its color,
And the stifling, mortal scent of flesh
Is it our fault if your skeleton cracks
In our heavy, tender paws?
When pulling back on the reins
Of playful, high-spirited horses,
It is our custom to break their heavy backs
And tame the stubborn slave girls
Come to us! Leave the horrors of war,
And come to our peaceful embrace!
Before it's too late - sheathe your old sword,
Comrades! We shall be brothers!
But if not - we have nothing to lose,
And we are not above treachery!
For ages and ages you will be cursed
By your sickly, belated offspring!
Throughout the woods and thickets
In front of pretty Europe
We will spread out! We'll turn to you
With our Asian muzzles.
Come everyone, come to the Urals!
We're clearing a battlefield there
Between steel machines breathing integrals
And the wild Tatar Horde!
But we are no longer your shield,
Henceforth we'll not do battle!
As mortal battles rages we'll watch
With our narrow eyes!
We will not lift a finger when the cruel Huns
Rummage the pockets of corpses,
Burn cities, drive cattle into churches,
And roast the meat of our white brothers!
Come to your senses for the last time, old world!
Our barbaric lyre is calling you
One final time, to a joyous brotherly feast
To a brotherly feast of labor and of peace!
january 30-th, 1918
You are millions. We are hordes and hordes and hordes.
Try and take us on!
Yes, we are Scythians! Yes, we are Asians -
With slanted and greedy eyes!
For you, the ages, for us a single hour.
We, like obedient slaves,
Held up a shield between two enemy races -
The Tatars and Europe!
For ages and ages your old furnace raged
And drowned out the roar of avalanches,
And Lisbon and Messina's fall
To you was but a monstrous fairy tale!
For hundreds of years you gazed at the East,
Storing up and melting down our jewels,
And, jeering, you merely counted the days
Until your cannons you could point at us!
The time is come. Trouble beats its wings -
And every day our grudges grow,
And the day will come when every trace
Of your Paestums may vanish!
O, old world! While you still survive,
While you still suffer your sweet torture,
Come to a halt, sage as Oedipus,
Before the ancient riddle of the Sphinx!
Russia is a Sphinx. Rejoicing, grieving,
And drenched in black blood,
It gazes, gazes, gazes at you,
With hatred and with love!
It has been ages since you've loved
As our blood still loves!
You have forgotten that there is a love
That can destroy and burn!
We love all - the heat of cold numbers,
The gift of divine visions,
We understand all - sharp Gallic sense
And gloomy Teutonic genius
We remember all - the hell of Parisian streets,
And Venetian chills,
The distant aroma of lemon groves
And the smoky towers of Cologne
We love the flesh - its flavor and its color,
And the stifling, mortal scent of flesh
Is it our fault if your skeleton cracks
In our heavy, tender paws?
When pulling back on the reins
Of playful, high-spirited horses,
It is our custom to break their heavy backs
And tame the stubborn slave girls
Come to us! Leave the horrors of war,
And come to our peaceful embrace!
Before it's too late - sheathe your old sword,
Comrades! We shall be brothers!
But if not - we have nothing to lose,
And we are not above treachery!
For ages and ages you will be cursed
By your sickly, belated offspring!
Throughout the woods and thickets
In front of pretty Europe
We will spread out! We'll turn to you
With our Asian muzzles.
Come everyone, come to the Urals!
We're clearing a battlefield there
Between steel machines breathing integrals
And the wild Tatar Horde!
But we are no longer your shield,
Henceforth we'll not do battle!
As mortal battles rages we'll watch
With our narrow eyes!
We will not lift a finger when the cruel Huns
Rummage the pockets of corpses,
Burn cities, drive cattle into churches,
And roast the meat of our white brothers!
Come to your senses for the last time, old world!
Our barbaric lyre is calling you
One final time, to a joyous brotherly feast
To a brotherly feast of labor and of peace!
january 30-th, 1918
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