https://github.com/saniv/text/blob/master/one-life-in-russia.mdWith Ukraine, I had high hopes, as with a country that wants to develop, throwing off the shackles of Russia and the Soviet legacy. Ukrainians went to the Maidan in defense of their European choice, plus the desire to remove the Kremlin puppet - corrupt Yanukovych from power. For their actions on the Maidan Ukrainians deserve respect and admiration.
Of course, Ukraine has its own problems. In the Kiev metro on the advertisement of the school of English, three teachers: a guy, a girl and a black guy were inviting to learn English with them. So, the black guy poster was vandalized with the racist-nazi symbolism "white power". Just the same time came across the inscriptions directed against gays, from "stop LGBT" and ending with a direct appeal to beat "faggots."
Although Ukraine is trying to put an end to the Soviet past, even in the center of the city, near the Pecherskaya metro station, one can observe the personification of Russian aesthetics - the car tires used as flower beds, and at the same time tree trunks painted in white. On the other hand, there is a small Europeanization in the form of green spaces, a cafe with tables outside and flowers on lampposts, the subway plays new age music, but it is distorted by old Soviet loud-speakers. Half of the trams are still made in the USSR, they have manual composters, an ugly salon, frequent breakdowns and no stations are being announced, so in the absence of a navigator one has to guess when to get out.
In the hostel YourHostel, which is near the Arsenalnaya metro station, where I moved from a more expensive hostel, an unpleasant story happened. One of the administrators, Valya, a boorish old woman of the Soviet type, who supports Putin, seeing my refugee card, replacing my passport, and hearing my story of running from Putin's regime, disliked me and took on the task of taking me out. Even more her hatred intensified when I started complaining to the hosts of the hostel that the toilet walls were covered with shit, and to her pet guet Igor, a gopnik refugee from the Donbass, snatching other people's things and food.
This Igor, as a true Novoros, grew up in a boarding school while his parents were in prison. Being a worthy offspring, Igor stole people's food, someone's milk, another's pelmeni, and I have lost sausages to him. Even his shorts, he expropriated from a hostel guest. Of expensive things Novoros stole the phone from the grandpa, also from Donbass, who came to Kiev to get pension from the "bloody junta". All ended with a fight, when Novoros appropriated someone's slippers, after which he promised to kill their owner at night. After so many complaints, Igor was finally evicted.
Vali's quibbles to me started with the fact that I am a parasite almost all day sitting on the bed with a laptop and do not work, that I coughed during being ill, that I have a beard that badly tucked up, that I occupy a bathroom for a long time (15 minutes, I take a shower during the day when there is no queue in the bathroom) that I did not remove drying linen in time, that my shoes are old and they should be thrown away, that I sat in the kitchen at the computer at night, that I roasted on fat, that I left a foam in the sink from the detergent, that Once I came about 12 hours - for all this the old commandant fined me. In the end, she found fault with the fact that I only wash clothes once a month, because washing is paid and I have enough clothes to change it every three days. On a complaint to the owner of the hostel, he replied that I was a conflict person, and he completely trusts Vale.
With two other administrators from the western Ukraine, I had no problems, Valya was bothering me for a long time, connecting her Igor, who started to attack me with threats, so that I should buy a deodorant and that he would throw me out of the window for supporting gays and gay parade in Kiev, which was in conflict with Igor's criminal concepts (by the way, Valya also did not approve of homosexuality), but after Igor was evicted through me and another administrator, Valya gave me an ultimatum, either I change clothes every day, or she evicts me. Of course, it was easier for me to find another hostel, without Sovdep's administrators and the Novorossians who had just been released from the prison.
Hostel owners refused to refund my money paid forward. In the end, I began to be threatened that if I leave a bad review, they will bring me to some black list of guests. The owners of YourHostel hostel are obviously Russian, and all ads and rules in the hostel are in Russian, unlike other Ukrainian hostels, where preference was given to English and Ukrainian. Just like the owner of the hostel liked to chide roughly in Russian with the abuse of administrators, at the eyes of the tenants. Therefore, from the hostels of YourHostel, I recommend staying away until they get rid of the communist ballast and understand that "the customer is always right." However, other guests in Internet reviews similarly characterize hostels YourHostel as an old student dormitory of the times of the USSR with an evil commandant.
In another hostel, Rock'n'Roll Hostel, there was anarchy. The administrator was not there at all. But for the eldest was a laughing girl Julia, writing poems in Ukrainian. On the walls of the hostel hung Soviet vinyl records, by the USSR company "Melodia", one of which, according to the sticker, was recorded "Gypsy Dance", which has an unclear relation towards rock and roll. The main problems of the hostel were bedbugs and theft. The first night somebody has stolen my drying socks. The owner of the hostel was a Russian woman Sveta, about fifty years old, of the corresponding mentality. Before my eyes, a girl has paid the hostel for a few days, but after a few minutes, seeing the situation, especially bedbugs, changed her mind and asked for money back, but Sveta rudely refused. The girl called the police.
With bedbugs it's simpler, seeing a bed bug, involuntarily thinking about the Russian nation, and crushing it, you do not feel regret and realize that humanity has not lost anything of value. Similarly, if you crush Russia, nothing valuable will disappear, but the world will breathe a sigh of relief when the stink of the Russian bug is dispersed.
From the bedbugs in the hostel there was a vile sweetish smell, and from their bites an allergy began that made me appreciate the power of stinky parasites that gave the idea of revenge to the owners of YourHostel network that had evicted me earlier without refunding the money. Throwing back the mattress and carefully collecting a dozen bugs in the jar, I prepared for a biological diversion. Fortunately, these idiots did not put me on the black list, but the sight of redness from bites administrator of one of the hostels of the network YourHostel guessed about bedbugs and refused to lodge me, saying that I would bring bedbugs in my stuff. The next day I acted smarter, asking the girl for a tone cream, I smeared the bites and then settled in another hostel of YourHostel network, releasing there from the jar bugs, hastily fled to dark inaccessible places, and out of my backpack fled a dozen more parasites. Now, to get rid of bedbugs, they will have to do quarantine, throw out all the furniture, mattresses, pillows, TV set, rip off the skirting boards and wallpaper, under which bedbugs love to hide, threat everything with insecticide and lose customers. All because of the refusal to return me some miserable 200 hryvnia.
