He is dressed in Hugo Boss. In his pocket is a handful of this semechki folk are chewing. He hates fascists. Perhaps, these are the signs Which the police and state-security police are going to use in their search for those who looted Tallinn yesterday destroying and stealing others' property.
To be sure, it is not the first time our streets are witnessing the onslaught of the barbarians. But the last of those happened in wartime and 66 years ago. Historians cannot recall anything like this happening in peacetime.
Back then, in 1941, the ‘victors’, whose offspring are now ravishing Tallinn, had left a ruthlessly burnt down city to the Germans. Four years later, they came back and dug into the ground a dozen of coffins and put up a monument to some unknown soldier. They don’t even know, they are just guessing, whom was it that they buried in here.
For half a century, they staged a comedy by this monument, honoured the memory of the unknown and even recruited unfortunate teenagers with wooden guns for this circus. A gaz-pipe was heating the air for decades. And even later it was still turned on from time to time at the request of the ageing veterans. These old guys used to come there after annual celebrations in May, to have a shot of vodka and to dance a bit.
Newspapers used to be keen on publishing pictures, as from a circus, featuring bearded women and dancing bears. Even the state-security police, located across the street, sometimes picked an especially good picture for its own photo-album.
For 15 years, in Estonia, we talked about integration, as if it were a miracle of some sort. Officials and politicians preached to us how loyal all these comrades whom we inherited from the Soviet Motherland were. And their kids, they are just like ours own, they study the language and all that.
But when Estonian state has got just a bit tougher, has touched just a bit on the feelings of the retired Soviet servicemen, this so far unknown creature reared its true and ugly face. From behind the bronze mask an entirely new - or, more precisely, a forgotten old - face was staring at us. This wasn’t a soldier, nor any civilised human being at all. This was the Russian scum. And we have almost forgotten about his existence.
From time to time, on a dark and empty street, he reminded us of his presence with a clenched fist. But no big harm done. He just lived in a separate space of his, in some other world, in a cocoon, entertained there by Russian TV-propaganda. For us, the state in particular, that was rather convenient. No big problems.
Some of our politicians, Edgar Savisaar, know how to communicate with this folk, they even know how to please them. In bygone times, politicians used to have a cliché - to send signals. His signals Savisaar is sending to the Russian population all the time, competing with Russia’s television, flirting, but never saying a firm ‘yes’. But let us leave to politicians themselves their private feelings and flirting.
In the last few weeks, not only the Russian scum was unmasked, but Savisaar as well. The latter hides now in the Tallinn mayor’s office, snarling through the Chairman of the city-council, Toomas Vitsut. But the former is at large and looking for trouble.
His appetites are not satiated by a suit taken from the Hugo Boss boutique, a pair of jeans from the Marlboro shop and 250 USD Diesel sunglasses stolen from the optician.
He has got the taste of it by now, his spirits are elevated, the weather is fine, and retired Soviet servicemen will give him a free bottle of vodka, if need be. Shouting ‘Everything’s ours’ they will be on a rampage again, calculating what exactly to steal next.
Well, let us cover our windows and shut down our alcohol stores - this source of their regained courage. It is not the first time that we have to defend our state. This integration will too perfect. And we'll deal with the unknown scum accordingly.
For half a century, they staged a comedy by this monument, honoured the memory of the unknown and even recruited unfortunate teenagers with wooden guns for this circus. A gaz-pipe was heating the air for decades. And even later it was still turned on from time to time at the request of the ageing veterans. These old guys used to come there after annual celebrations in May, to have a shot of vodka and to dance a bit.
Newspapers used to be keen on publishing pictures, as from a circus, featuring bearded women and dancing bears. Even the state-security police, located across the street, sometimes picked an especially good picture for its own photo-album.
For 15 years, in Estonia, we talked about integration, as if it were a miracle of some sort. Officials and politicians preached to us how loyal all these comrades whom we inherited from the Soviet Motherland were. And their kids, they are just like ours own, they study the language and all that.
But when Estonian state has got just a bit tougher, has touched just a bit on the feelings of the retired Soviet servicemen, this so far unknown creature reared its true and ugly face. From behind the bronze mask an entirely new - or, more precisely, a forgotten old - face was staring at us. This wasn’t a soldier, nor any civilised human being at all. This was the Russian scum. And we have almost forgotten about his existence.
From time to time, on a dark and empty street, he reminded us of his presence with a clenched fist. But no big harm done. He just lived in a separate space of his, in some other world, in a cocoon, entertained there by Russian TV-propaganda. For us, the state in particular, that was rather convenient. No big problems.
Some of our politicians, Edgar Savisaar, know how to communicate with this folk, they even know how to please them. In bygone times, politicians used to have a cliché - to send signals. His signals Savisaar is sending to the Russian population all the time, competing with Russia’s television, flirting, but never saying a firm ‘yes’. But let us leave to politicians themselves their private feelings and flirting.
In the last few weeks, not only the Russian scum was unmasked, but Savisaar as well. The latter hides now in the Tallinn mayor’s office, snarling through the Chairman of the city-council, Toomas Vitsut. But the former is at large and looking for trouble.
His appetites are not satiated by a suit taken from the Hugo Boss boutique, a pair of jeans from the Marlboro shop and 250 USD Diesel sunglasses stolen from the optician.
He has got the taste of it by now, his spirits are elevated, the weather is fine, and retired Soviet servicemen will give him a free bottle of vodka, if need be. Shouting ‘Everything’s ours’ they will be on a rampage again, calculating what exactly to steal next.
Well, let us cover our windows and shut down our alcohol stores - this source of their regained courage. It is not the first time that we have to defend our state. This integration will too perfect. And we'll deal with the unknown scum accordingly.
The original article (in estonian) is here
The english version was taken here
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