From the FB page of Stand With Ukraine.

Aug 10

Tatiana Goncharko

Occupation letter. Kherson.

“Natasha, we are holding on as hard as we can. It feels like they are afraid. They are very afraid. They can stop any person on the street and make them repeat several times that they are great, that they are strong and we want to live with them.

We lower our eyes and repeat, and our head spins – how are you, pathetic men, afraid, if you, for your greatness, need someone to repeat this greatness. How insecure you are.

It’s like sexual intercourse with an impotent person, who needs to be told endlessly that he is strong, that he can do everything, for a very long and stubborn time for him to try and at the same time think when this painful abuse will finally end.

We repeat this to save us all. Because it is very difficult for an unarmed person to fight against a brainless body with a machine gun.

Because later, when this evil is expelled from our land, we will have to organize the city. No matter who we are talking to now, they all have the same thoughts!

The thoughts that the city smells of rot. We will probably need a lot of detergents just to wash the sidewalks, houses, and even trees for a long time. Because everything these non-humans have touched smells of rot.

Yesterday, one woman, a pensioner, refused to repeat that they were great. Three men undressed her and left her on the street, forbidding anyone to approach her to help.

For three hours she stood undressed on the street and only spoke loudly:
“Don’t come near me, my dears. Do not put yourself in danger. Please! We will have a lot of work to do with you… Later!

And more. They steal.
They steal everything.
It is even difficult for me to imagine what they do not steal.
We have never seen theft on such a scale. Starting with children’s toys and ending with a box of rotten vegetables.

They are afraid because leaflets are constantly being posted in the city.

Our postcards with Ukrainian symbols.

We are waiting for the Army of Ukraine. And when they are close, the Kherson people will deal with impurity with their bare hands and teeth.
They feel it.
So they hurry.

And we will wait.
Let’s wait.
We will clench our teeth, clench our fists until the fingers are numb and wait. Because we have something to look forward to.

To be once and for all. Free. And to be! And none of this uncleanness remained.

And then we will wash the city.
Wash every inch of it!

Natasha, tell everyone that Kherson is Ukraine!

And, if you can, pray for us, naming all Ukrainian names in your prayers. Because these are our names…”

Photo by Vita Fedyuk.
The author of the writing is not indicated for obvious reasons.