Name: Anonymous 2018-11-11 15:54
Finally managed to rent a room in which no one would bother me. All would be well, but the owner, Grisha, once puzzled me: he complained that I had littered over a stove, although I do not cook at all, but mostly eat sandwiches. And besides me there are three other people on the floor: a programmer guy who quietly sits in his room, a girl who is constantly chatting on the phone in Ukrainian and Andrei, a guy from Donbass, a type of person, about which Russians usually say "salt of the earth." The programmer did not littered the stove, for I saw that after cooking he thoroughly wiped everything. An Ukrainian girl, too, was neat-natured - she, on the contrary, complained that everything was littered with dirt, including the bathroom
It turned out that this Andrei from Donbass behaves like a real Russian muzhik: he walks around the house in street shoes, leaves empty cigarette packs and cigarette butts, does not wash away after himself, throws dirty socks around the bathroom, does not clean the cooker after cooking, washes shoes over the sink, which gets covered in the mud and around the sink is mud. The Donbassian does not seem to lock the front door, although the owner of the house particularly urged us to lock it, for gas workers often carry out sabotage, making their way to houses through open doors and breaking gas seals, then fining owners $700. Besides, when he saw that I was closing the door, the drunken novoros shouted at me, in the style of "LEAVE IT OPEN! I'm for a half hour to visit the store, I wont be unlocking this shit."
Worse yet, the Donbassian had not respect for private property: so this novoros without any question took someone else's toilet paper and soap, in addition constantly using my kettle, without asking, and finally he burned my unfortunate electric kettle, using his great Russian wisdom and turning it on without water. During the year of residence, this thievish novoros did not even bothered to buy his own kettle, although other residents all had their own. Unfortunately, I was forced to keep my kettle in the kitchen, in a place accessible to the Andrei, the owner forbade holding containers of water or drying clothes in my room, because the previous tenants had already grown out mold, drying clothes.
However, kettles are a painful topic for me, because at the iHotel hostel the local urla broke the common kettle by turning it on without water. I complained about this to another guest, and he suggested I use a kettle standing in the room, I refused, because I had no permission from the owner of that kettle. Later it turned out that this is the kettle of the very same Uncle Yura. Of course, I reported to Uncle Jura that another guest disposes of his things, but Uncle Yura's reaction was the opposite of what was expected: Uncle Yura then immediately scolded me, that I'm trying to pit people against each other.
A typical episode of communicating with this novoros Andrei was his question to me "are you a computers expert." Russians often ask such a question, considering that I should repair their computers and smartphones for free, and if you refuse to help, the Russian will conceal his anger and could do some nasty trick to you afterwards. Moreover, even my answer "no, I know nothing about computers - I'm an artist" did not evade this novoros, and he continued to intrude and digging me with "well, you, the hacker, you are constantly sitting behind the laptop," he wasn't conviced even by the fact I actually really drew sprites in ProMotion NG, apparently deciding I'm simply trying to avoid helping him.
After novoros Andrei again made a mess of the bathroom with a thick layer of street mud, I had a conversation with the host, Grisha, who said that this Donetsk man is a good muzhik and generally his sidekick, and I'm one here. However, Grisha himself from the Crimea, and is not very enthusiastic about Poroshenko, and would rather be in Russia, than in Kiev. In addition, Grisha was for some reason dissatisfied that I spent whole days in my room while he was working and supporting his family, saying that that's why I was to blame for everything and should answer for everyone there, stating that before me there was a woman with a child who cleaned shit for everyone, and I'm not any better than her.
Entering my room, Grisha had the audacity to say "hey! you do not shit in your place." Yes, because I do not shit at all - the persons who shit in Kiev, Donetsk are other Russians, who, for example, broke the monument to heroes killed at Maidan. I'm so "lucky" to deal with such people. Instead of making a reprimand to this Donetsk "Sharikov" or including the cost cleaning into the rent cost, this Crimean bullies me for nothing, most likely out of personal dislike. Moreover, the alternative was then to settle into an apartment where a whole family of Donbass vampires, while the woman so pitifully described these novoros bastards I got nausea. However, I'm myself to blame, because it was necessary to ask meticulously whether my neighbors would be Donetsk gopniks, where from the owner himself is and his opinion on the Maidan. However, the owner, Grisha, indeed spoke with brash familiarity, he insulted me "bald" and forced me to help him carrying some dirty things for free, after which I had to wash my clothes.
This Andrei, as I understood, worked as a pimp, and therefore pays for rent in cash. Andrei liked to talk on the phone all night long in front of my open window about how much and what alcohol he was drinking, or shouted obscenely at his girls, and when I asked him to be quiet, Andrei began to speak even louder, and then turned on some rap music on his phone. In the conversation, Andrei used interjection "blya" (rude swearing in Russian) after each second word. To a more insistent request and explanation that I am trying to sleep, the pimp declared "sleep, and I speak and smoke." Andrei did not greet me, as it turned out, Andrei considered me to be a white-handed fagot, saying that normal patsans (russian word for gopniks honoring prison culture) do not do that.
In the bathroom, among other things, the shower cabin is broken for a long time, and all the water pours out, so the entire ceiling is covered in mold. Owner doesn't care to repair the cabin or at least make sime curtain. Andrei did not come up with anything better than throwing some damnated rag and tried to make me wash the floors with it, collect the spilled water and squeeze it into the toilet (with my clean hands). If you have a pipe burst, you will collect leaking water and squeeze? In addition, Andrei said that there should be a duty, who should clan the common space, as in a prison. On my refusal Andrei insulted me, and after I said I will not speak further with him, Andrei began to break through my door, shouting "hear, durynda, blya, I'll fucking deport you tomorrow".
Another neighbor is Lida from Lviv, western Ukraine. Lida hates Jews, gays, Scientologists and Jehovah's Witnesses. Lida supports Putin. A parishioner of the Moscow Patriarchy Orthodox Church, she refuses to speak Ukrainian, claiming that the she is "Russian-speaking", regularly makes pilgrimages to the holy places of Russia. Lida believes that gay people must be forcibly treated in mental institutions, but has nothing against Islamic terrorists. Lida told me that my bald head makes me look like a criminal (all Russian inmates are forced to have no hair, to avoid lice) and that God will punish me for my sins against Orthodox Christianity. When asked to comment on the words of Archpriest Valerian Krechetov, "I'd rather be in hell with God than in heaven without God," Lida said that the archpriest is a very wise person and that paradise on earth is really unnecessary. Over a door Lida hung a sticky flypaper trap for flies, and I frequently got sticked into that trap.
In addition, Lida shouted at me that I allegedly sprayed water when I washed the apples, and to my answer that these were a few drops that evaporated themselves, Lida started yelling at me even louder so that I should not touch the sink in the kitchen. So, when I was washing my eyes over this sink, Lida said that you can't wash your face in the kitchen and you also can't wash your hands, because she has food and dishes there. Your eyes are snot, it is mucus, and everything in a sink must be sterile. Later, I overheard Lida's conversation with Andrei: Lida explained to Andrei "Do not put spoons into the sink. I do not know what he is doing there, it's dangerous with him. I am washing everything above the sink." Lida also claimed that it is forbidden to work during the Feast of the Intercession, shouting at me when I turned on the washing machine, my answer that it was not me who worked, but the washing machine, have not convinced Lida. At the same time, Lida herself worked and cooked dinner for herself, justifying it as necessity, that was excluded from rules. Lida borrowed some money, returning 5 hryvnia less than she took, saying that I did not learn math. After the further investigation, she admitted that she indeed had stolen it.
Later, when Lida lost a smoothing-iron and some other things, Lida began to suspect me, to which I replied that they might have been stolen by Andrei's prostitutes or even by himself. Lida conveyed my words to Andrei, mentioning I was washing my eyes over the sink. Andrew got mad and started yelling "What did he say? My girls stole the smoothing-iron? Suspecting fuck. He goes here to wash his fuckface. I will fucking kill him, we don't need this faggot here. We'll take him out to the Donbass to get this fuck killed." I said from behind the closed door that "the threat of murder is a criminal offense," and Andrei began to break at me with the words, "What do you dislike there? Hey, moron?!"
Already in the spring of May 2018, I walk around Kiev, along the way were private houses, among which there is a neighboring house next to a nice private house, which is rented by Americans, and a shack of some Russian muzhik who is sawing some crud in the yard.
I addressed him: what a beautiful mansion is in your neighborhood! Ukraine is surely a country of contrasts.
Man: a fucking country of retards.
I: so you are not a patriot?
A man: fagriot.
It turned out that this Andrei from Donbass behaves like a real Russian muzhik: he walks around the house in street shoes, leaves empty cigarette packs and cigarette butts, does not wash away after himself, throws dirty socks around the bathroom, does not clean the cooker after cooking, washes shoes over the sink, which gets covered in the mud and around the sink is mud. The Donbassian does not seem to lock the front door, although the owner of the house particularly urged us to lock it, for gas workers often carry out sabotage, making their way to houses through open doors and breaking gas seals, then fining owners $700. Besides, when he saw that I was closing the door, the drunken novoros shouted at me, in the style of "LEAVE IT OPEN! I'm for a half hour to visit the store, I wont be unlocking this shit."
Worse yet, the Donbassian had not respect for private property: so this novoros without any question took someone else's toilet paper and soap, in addition constantly using my kettle, without asking, and finally he burned my unfortunate electric kettle, using his great Russian wisdom and turning it on without water. During the year of residence, this thievish novoros did not even bothered to buy his own kettle, although other residents all had their own. Unfortunately, I was forced to keep my kettle in the kitchen, in a place accessible to the Andrei, the owner forbade holding containers of water or drying clothes in my room, because the previous tenants had already grown out mold, drying clothes.
However, kettles are a painful topic for me, because at the iHotel hostel the local urla broke the common kettle by turning it on without water. I complained about this to another guest, and he suggested I use a kettle standing in the room, I refused, because I had no permission from the owner of that kettle. Later it turned out that this is the kettle of the very same Uncle Yura. Of course, I reported to Uncle Jura that another guest disposes of his things, but Uncle Yura's reaction was the opposite of what was expected: Uncle Yura then immediately scolded me, that I'm trying to pit people against each other.
A typical episode of communicating with this novoros Andrei was his question to me "are you a computers expert." Russians often ask such a question, considering that I should repair their computers and smartphones for free, and if you refuse to help, the Russian will conceal his anger and could do some nasty trick to you afterwards. Moreover, even my answer "no, I know nothing about computers - I'm an artist" did not evade this novoros, and he continued to intrude and digging me with "well, you, the hacker, you are constantly sitting behind the laptop," he wasn't conviced even by the fact I actually really drew sprites in ProMotion NG, apparently deciding I'm simply trying to avoid helping him.
After novoros Andrei again made a mess of the bathroom with a thick layer of street mud, I had a conversation with the host, Grisha, who said that this Donetsk man is a good muzhik and generally his sidekick, and I'm one here. However, Grisha himself from the Crimea, and is not very enthusiastic about Poroshenko, and would rather be in Russia, than in Kiev. In addition, Grisha was for some reason dissatisfied that I spent whole days in my room while he was working and supporting his family, saying that that's why I was to blame for everything and should answer for everyone there, stating that before me there was a woman with a child who cleaned shit for everyone, and I'm not any better than her.
Entering my room, Grisha had the audacity to say "hey! you do not shit in your place." Yes, because I do not shit at all - the persons who shit in Kiev, Donetsk are other Russians, who, for example, broke the monument to heroes killed at Maidan. I'm so "lucky" to deal with such people. Instead of making a reprimand to this Donetsk "Sharikov" or including the cost cleaning into the rent cost, this Crimean bullies me for nothing, most likely out of personal dislike. Moreover, the alternative was then to settle into an apartment where a whole family of Donbass vampires, while the woman so pitifully described these novoros bastards I got nausea. However, I'm myself to blame, because it was necessary to ask meticulously whether my neighbors would be Donetsk gopniks, where from the owner himself is and his opinion on the Maidan. However, the owner, Grisha, indeed spoke with brash familiarity, he insulted me "bald" and forced me to help him carrying some dirty things for free, after which I had to wash my clothes.
This Andrei, as I understood, worked as a pimp, and therefore pays for rent in cash. Andrei liked to talk on the phone all night long in front of my open window about how much and what alcohol he was drinking, or shouted obscenely at his girls, and when I asked him to be quiet, Andrei began to speak even louder, and then turned on some rap music on his phone. In the conversation, Andrei used interjection "blya" (rude swearing in Russian) after each second word. To a more insistent request and explanation that I am trying to sleep, the pimp declared "sleep, and I speak and smoke." Andrei did not greet me, as it turned out, Andrei considered me to be a white-handed fagot, saying that normal patsans (russian word for gopniks honoring prison culture) do not do that.
In the bathroom, among other things, the shower cabin is broken for a long time, and all the water pours out, so the entire ceiling is covered in mold. Owner doesn't care to repair the cabin or at least make sime curtain. Andrei did not come up with anything better than throwing some damnated rag and tried to make me wash the floors with it, collect the spilled water and squeeze it into the toilet (with my clean hands). If you have a pipe burst, you will collect leaking water and squeeze? In addition, Andrei said that there should be a duty, who should clan the common space, as in a prison. On my refusal Andrei insulted me, and after I said I will not speak further with him, Andrei began to break through my door, shouting "hear, durynda, blya, I'll fucking deport you tomorrow".
Another neighbor is Lida from Lviv, western Ukraine. Lida hates Jews, gays, Scientologists and Jehovah's Witnesses. Lida supports Putin. A parishioner of the Moscow Patriarchy Orthodox Church, she refuses to speak Ukrainian, claiming that the she is "Russian-speaking", regularly makes pilgrimages to the holy places of Russia. Lida believes that gay people must be forcibly treated in mental institutions, but has nothing against Islamic terrorists. Lida told me that my bald head makes me look like a criminal (all Russian inmates are forced to have no hair, to avoid lice) and that God will punish me for my sins against Orthodox Christianity. When asked to comment on the words of Archpriest Valerian Krechetov, "I'd rather be in hell with God than in heaven without God," Lida said that the archpriest is a very wise person and that paradise on earth is really unnecessary. Over a door Lida hung a sticky flypaper trap for flies, and I frequently got sticked into that trap.
In addition, Lida shouted at me that I allegedly sprayed water when I washed the apples, and to my answer that these were a few drops that evaporated themselves, Lida started yelling at me even louder so that I should not touch the sink in the kitchen. So, when I was washing my eyes over this sink, Lida said that you can't wash your face in the kitchen and you also can't wash your hands, because she has food and dishes there. Your eyes are snot, it is mucus, and everything in a sink must be sterile. Later, I overheard Lida's conversation with Andrei: Lida explained to Andrei "Do not put spoons into the sink. I do not know what he is doing there, it's dangerous with him. I am washing everything above the sink." Lida also claimed that it is forbidden to work during the Feast of the Intercession, shouting at me when I turned on the washing machine, my answer that it was not me who worked, but the washing machine, have not convinced Lida. At the same time, Lida herself worked and cooked dinner for herself, justifying it as necessity, that was excluded from rules. Lida borrowed some money, returning 5 hryvnia less than she took, saying that I did not learn math. After the further investigation, she admitted that she indeed had stolen it.
Later, when Lida lost a smoothing-iron and some other things, Lida began to suspect me, to which I replied that they might have been stolen by Andrei's prostitutes or even by himself. Lida conveyed my words to Andrei, mentioning I was washing my eyes over the sink. Andrew got mad and started yelling "What did he say? My girls stole the smoothing-iron? Suspecting fuck. He goes here to wash his fuckface. I will fucking kill him, we don't need this faggot here. We'll take him out to the Donbass to get this fuck killed." I said from behind the closed door that "the threat of murder is a criminal offense," and Andrei began to break at me with the words, "What do you dislike there? Hey, moron?!"
Already in the spring of May 2018, I walk around Kiev, along the way were private houses, among which there is a neighboring house next to a nice private house, which is rented by Americans, and a shack of some Russian muzhik who is sawing some crud in the yard.
I addressed him: what a beautiful mansion is in your neighborhood! Ukraine is surely a country of contrasts.
Man: a fucking country of retards.
I: so you are not a patriot?
A man: fagriot.