Moscow (1964)
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Moscow (1964)
Red Army soldiers are welcomed with flowers in Termez, Uzbekistan, after crossing the Amu Darya river at the Soviet-Afghan border during the withdrawal of the Soviet forces from Afghanistan.
15 February 1989
Map of the First Words of European National Anthems
So I was telling my dad about neko atsume and he just scoffed and said “you don’t need a damn video game for that” and went out to our backyard and put apples and pears all around our yard and now we’re just watching the squirrels come and go and he’s naming them all after old military generals
70s Soviet Russia/Armenia
Armenia was the science and tech center for the USSR … at the Yerevan Computer Research & Development Institute the work was really secretive and mostly entailed creating computers for military use…so heres some nerd guys bonding over nerd shit
We had a motherland, and now it’s gone. What am I? My mother’s Ukranian, my father’s Russian. I was born and raised in Kyrgyzstan, and I married a Tatar. We’re all mixed up, our blood is all mixed together. On our passports, it says ‘Russian’, but we are not Russian. We are Soviet! [pauses] Our country no longer exists, but we do.
Lena M., Voices from Chernobyl by Svelana Alexievich (via pra-vda)
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“I appreciate the advice.”
A vague and, quite frankly, overused response was all that it warranted. He did not, in fact, appreciate it at all. Advice in any form seemed little more than condescending to him, as if he needed a reminder that he hadn’t been a proper empire for very long at all. Not in comparison to the west. Them. Kiku’s dislike for the west knew no limit these days– in spite of his alliance with the British, even. There was still a degree of mistrust, but the alliance was necessary, and the man before him was precisely why. On an otherwise emotionless face, a minute but ambiguous smile.
“But do not underestimate just how much I know of the situation in the west and on the mainland here. As it stands, and in spite of further complication, this will not end how you think it will.”
More than just territorial disputes between two nations, it now involved the European continent. With all of their colonial interests in the far east, they had to have their hand in the pot, and the rapid industrialization Japan had gone through scared them. Of course they would be stupid not to keep their eyes on this as it played out, sitting back as if their web of alliances was completely irrelevant in a dispute over territories that were so far removed they seemed more like lands in a fiction novel.
Negotiations had not quite broken down yet, but it was obvious that neither of them would be backing down over these territorial disputes they had. War was inevitable, as far as he was concerned. While the rest of the world could not fathom Japan taking on a much larger nation, doubts only made his ambition burn hotter. He would go to war, and he would win. These negotiations needed to hurry up and break down first; there was too much delay, and Kiku grew impatient.
“I expect some sort of answer in our negotiations about Korea soon, though. Regardless of complexities. She is a small price to pay to keep me out of Manchuria.”
“I am not a part of these deliberations.” Ivan replied, rather flatly and without even looking towards the slight man. Instead, his focus seemed to be on something outside the window, and his mind on the twittering statesmen and their sideways glances. They had made it clear that he was not to engage in any sort of negotiations with Japan.
Honestly, Ivan would have preferred to never meet with Honda in the first place, but then that would be considered too grave of a slight.
“To keep you out of Manchuria. That is an interesting turn of phrase.” Unfortunately, it did a fine job of representing their concerns. This little island had certainly tried its best to emulate Europe, particularly when it came to their military and manufacturing. Ivan’s gaze didn’t shift from the distant view of the harbor.
“Would it, though?”
Neon lights in the Soviet Union
‘The difference between the Russian character and the Western is that we Russians have learned to live our days in the full knowledge that whatever transpires in the interim, the sun will eventually expand and humanity will be incinerated.
Call it Russian fatalism if you like. But it gives us a sense of perspective, a sense of humor, and perhaps a certain dignity.’
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— Georgy Ivanov, from The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry; “Everything’s changed…”
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aph russia be like
Soviet and American soldiers having a feast together in Torgau on 27 April, 1945.
Soviet leader Leonid Brezhnev be floating across my page again! Keep floating Comrade Floatie Brezhev :D
Reblog and Comrade Floatie Brezhnev will float on up and bring good fortune!
Scroll by and you will wake up tomorrow with a thick unibrow.
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“Hola, Ivan!” The Spanish accent on the Russian’s name doesn’t seem to change it too much, luckily. “Are you excited for Spring? I think I remember that you like flowers. Oh! And Easter is real soon!”
Easter. One of his favorite holidays, and perhaps for an entirely selfish reason - Easter meant breaking the discipline of Lent. This year he’d given up his black tea for the first time since the eighties, and mornings just hadn’t been the same without it.
“I am excited for both,” Ivan regarded the animated man with a look that was more akin to curiosity than open friendliness. “But liking flowers, that’s someone everyone does. Hardly special. Did you need something?”