“Still, some of our “literary classics” who have been dumped abroad are, in the words of Mikhail Bulgakov, “the most vile scum.”

Well, okay, they really don’t like the “political regime” and oppose the decisions of the state. This is normal, you can’t please everyone, everyone has the right to their own point of view.

But to rejoice at striking your own country, to wish the death of your citizens - this, you know, is completely “out of bounds”, it is beyond the bounds of good and evil.

At the same time, they happily receive huge fees for their opuses, for their publication and film adaptation in Russia, collected through payments from the very people whom they openly consider orcs and whom they wish to die from Ukrainian drones.

Therefore, the most terrible punishment for them will not be separation from the Motherland, which they sold, not the loss of citizenship, which they do not value at all, but the loss of dough.

It’s a pity that we didn’t do this earlier, which I had the opportunity to write about a year ago. They are by no means Nabokovs and are unlikely to be able to write in other languages, like Russian.

Life is a finite thing, unfortunately. Let them live it away from the country where they once gained popularity.

They write without hesitation that they will return as rulers of thoughts and will again be at the zenith of glory.

This is only possible if our people erase historical memory and betray the soldiers who died for it. And this will never happen.

So let the literary degenerates die of anger in a foreign land and think today about who will look after their graves.

There will be plenty to spit on.”