balalaika,
soska, eto pravda? y teb'a mesiachnie?Soska?

2 Dimitri

There is no way for me to be close with any Russian - too much VODKA smell (+ stinky ass).

Balalika

Da ladno tebe....ti zje prostityka zavidyesh...teba zje vse otebali v zjopy u v rot....tak shto shalava zabei u ne viebivaisea...

Dimitri

Ya zje govoril shto ona lubit zjopy lizat' :)))

"There is no way for me to be close with any Russian - too much VODKA smell "

I am translating from Russian what these loosers Russians are writing, so that you can have your opinion what kind of people they are.

Russian Original:

By †Svoloch† ( - 147.72.64.11) on Thursday, December 30, 1999 - 05:04 pm:

"Da ladno tebe....ti zje prostityka zavidyesh...teba zje vse otebali v zjopy u v rot....tak shto shalava zabei u ne viebivaisea... "

Translation (rough):

"Come on... You, prostitute, is just envious. You have been •••••••-e-d in your ass and mounth."
(the rest has a lot of apparently abusive expresions that I do not understand).

I am translating from Russian what these loosers Russians are writing, so that you can have your opinion what kind of people they are.

Russian Original:

By †Svoloch† ( - 147.72.64.11) on Thursday, December 30, 1999 - 05:04 pm:

"Da ladno tebe....ti zje prostityka zavidyesh...teba zje vse otebali v zjopy u v rot....tak shto shalava zabei u ne viebivaisea... "

Translation (rough):

"Come on... You, prostitute, is just envious. You have been #ucked in your ass and mounth."
(the rest has a lot of apparently abusive expresions that I do not understand).

BALALAIKA, translate this - ti yrodlivaia moral'no devochka. Don't let me down, now

Financial Times: "ÐÎÑÑÈß ÍÅ ÕÎ×ÅÒ ÓÕÎÄÈÒÜ ÊÐÀÑÈÂÎ".

Êîíåö 20-ãî ñòîëåòèÿ îçíàìåíîâàëñÿ ñòðàøíîé êàðòèíîé ðàñïàäà èìïåðèè, ïûòàþùåéñÿ ñïàñòè ñåáÿ, áîìáàìè è ðàêåòàìè óíè÷òîæàÿ ñîáñòâåííûõ ãðàæäàí, ïèøåò àâòîð ñòàòüè.

Ýòà èìïåðèÿ - Ðîññèÿ, à åå ãðàæäàíå - ìóñóëüìàíñêîå íàñåëåíèå ×å÷íè.

Ñòî ëåò íàçàä ñèòóàöèÿ áûëà äðóãîé. Òîãäà åäèíñòâåííîé âûçûâàþùåé áåñïîêîéñòâî èìïåðèåé áûëà Áðèòàíèÿ, êàê ðàç ââÿçàâøàÿñÿ â þæíîàôðèêàíñêóþ Áóðñêóþ âîéíó.

 íà÷àëå ñòîëåòèÿ, áåçóñëîâíî, åùå íå áûëî íèêàêèõ ïðèçíàêîâ ðàñïàäà Áðèòàíñêîé èìïåðèè. Ýòî áûëî âðåìÿ åå ðàñöâåòà. Áðèòàíèÿ áûëà ñàìîé êðóïíîé èç âñåõ èçâåñòíûõ öèâèëèçàöèè èìïåðèé. È ìû äîëæíû ïðîñòèòü îäíîãî ïðåäñêàçàòåëÿ, êîòîðûé ïîëàãàë, ÷òî â 1999ã. Áðèòàíèÿ âñå åùå áóäåò ñðàæàòüñÿ çà ñîõðàíåíèå ñâîèõ âëàäåíèé.

 äåéñòâèòåëüíîñòè âñå ïðîèçîøëî ñîâñåì íå òàê. Âîçìîæíî, îäíèì èç ñàìûõ çàìåòíûõ äîñòèæåíèé 20 ñòîëåòèÿ ñòàë ìèðíûé ðàñïàä Áðèòàíñêîé èìïåðèè. Ê ñîæàëåíèþ, åñòü îñíîâàíèÿ ïðåäïîëàãàòü, ÷òî èìåííî ýòî äîñòèæåíèå ìîæåò áûòü çàáûòî.

 90-ûå ãîäû, êîãäà õâàòêà Ìîñêâû ïîñòåïåííî ñòàëà îñëàáåâàòü, òîãäàøíèé ìèíèñòð èíîñòðàííûõ äåë Âåëèêîáðèòàíèè Äóãëàñ Õàðò, âûñòóïàÿ â Êèåâå, ñäåëàë îäíî î÷åíü ïðèìå÷àòåëüíîå çàìå÷àíèå. Åùå òîãäà, îí ñìîã ïðåäïîëîæèòü, ÷òî Ðîññèÿ íå ïîâòîðèò îïûò Áðèòàíèè è Ôðàíöèè, êîòîðûå â òå÷åíèå 40 ëåò ïîñòåïåííî “äåìîíòèðîâàëè” ñâîè èìïåðèè.

 Ìîñêâå åãî âûñòóïëåíèå áûëî âñòðå÷åíî íå îñîáåííî òåïëî. Õàðò ðèñêíóë ïðåäïîëîæèòü, ÷òî Ñîâåòñêèé Ñîþç ÿâëÿåòñÿ èìïåðèåé, à íå “ñ÷àñòëèâûì îáúåäèíåíèåì ñâîáîäîëþáèâûõ íàðîäîâ”. À ýòî ïîäðàçóìåâàëî áëèçêèé êîíåö.

Äåéñòâèòåëüíî ëè áðèòàíñêîãî äèïëîìàòà ïðàâèëüíî ïîíÿëè, è ÷åìó ìîãëè íàó÷èòüñÿ ðóññêèå?

Íåñêîëüêî ìåñÿöåâ íàçàä â Ëîíäîíå îòìå÷àëñÿ ñòîëåòíèé þáèëåé Corona Club, åæåãîäíîé âñòðå÷è áðèòàíñêèõ êîëîíèàëüíûõ ñëóæàùèõ. Èõ îñòàëîñü î÷åíü ìàëî, âñå îíè äîñòèãëè ïðåêëîííîãî âîçðàñòà, è áûëî ïðèíÿòî ðåøåíèå î ðîñïóñêå ýòîé îðãàíèçàöèè. Îäíàêî ó ýòîé âñòðå÷è áûëà îäíà îñîáåííîñòü. Îíà áûëà îçíàìåíîâàíà âûõîäîì â ñâåò çàìå÷àòåëüíîé êíèãè ïðîôåññîðà Ýíòîíè ʸðêà-Ãðèíà “Íà ñëóæáå ó åãî âåëè÷åñòâà”, ïîñâÿùåííîé èñòîðèè êîëîíèàëüíîé ñëóæáû âïëîòü äî 1997ã., êîãäà Ãîíêîíã ïåðåøåë ïîä óïðàâëåíèå Êèòàÿ.

Ñåãîäíÿ ñàìî âûðàæåíèå “êîëîíèàëüíûé ñëóæàùèé” êàæåòñÿ íåìíîãî ñòàðîìîäíûì. Äà è ñàìè îíè, ïîæàëóé, ñ÷èòàþò ñåáÿ òàêèìè: äåëåãèðîâàííûìè íà ñâîé ïîñò íàðîäîì, à íå èìïåðèåé. Êàê ïðàâèëî, ýòî âûõîäöû èç ñðåäíåãî êëàññà, ïîëó÷èâøèå îáðàçîâàíèå â áðèòàíñêèõ ïàíñèîíàõ, à çàòåì â Êåìáðèäæå è Îêñôîðäå. Îíè âîâñå íå áûëè ðàñèñòàìè, êàêèìè èõ ÷àñòî èçîáðàæàþò â ãîëëèâóäñêèõ ôèëüìàõ: â ñîîòâåòñòâèè ñ ñåêðåòíûì ìåìîðàíäóìîì áðèòàíñêîãî êîëîíèàëüíîãî ìèíèñòåðñòâà, “â ãðàæäàíñêîé êîëîíèàëüíîé ñëóæáå ðàñîâûå ïðåäðàññóäêè - íåïðîñòèòåëüíûé ãðåõ”.

Ïîðàæàåò íåáîëüøîå ÷èñëî ýòèõ ñëóæàùèõ è èõ øèðîêîå ó÷àñòèå â æèçíè êîëîíèé. Òàê, â 1926ã. â Íèãåðèè, â ñòðàíå ïëîùàäüþ â 373 òûñ. êâ. ìèëü è íàñåëåíèåì 20 ìëí. ÷åëîâåê, êîëîíèàëüíàÿ ñëóæáà íàñ÷èòûâàëà âñåãî 2200 ÷åëîâåê. Áîëüøàÿ ÷àñòü èõ áûëè æåëåçíîäîðîæíèêè, âðà÷è è ó÷èòåëÿ.

 1947ã. êîëîíèàëüíàÿ ñëóæáà áûëà îïèñàíà ñýðîì Àëàíîì Á¸ðíñîì, áûâøèì ãóáåðíàòîðîì Çîëîòîãî Áåðåãà (ñåé÷àñ Ãàíà): “Ïåðâîíà÷àëüíî êîëîíèàëüíîå óïðàâëåíèå áûëî îòíîñèòåëüíî ïðîñòî. Îíî çàêëþ÷àåòñÿ â ïîääåðæàíèè ïîðÿäêà, îñâîåíèè ñòðàíû çà ñ÷åò ñòðîèòåëüñòâà àâòîìîáèëüíûõ è æåëåçíûõ äîðîã è îñóùåñòâëåíèè ïðàâîñóäèÿ”. Îäíàêî, êàê îí ñêàçàë, ïî ìåðå ðàñïàäà èìïåðèè, ýòà çàäà÷à “áóäåò ñòàíîâèòüñÿ âñå ñëîæíåå è ñëîæíåå”.

“Íàøà çàäà÷à ó÷èòü è ïîìîãàòü, à âîâñå íå óïðàâëÿòü æåëåçíîé ðóêîé”, - ãîâîðèë îí. “Íàøà îñíîâíàÿ çàäà÷à íàó÷èòü àôðèêàíöåâ è äðóãèå êîëîíèàëüíûå íàðîäû çàíÿòü íàøå ìåñòî â óïðàâëåíèè. Íàøà çàäà÷à íàó÷èòü èõ âûïîëíÿòü ðàáîòó, êîòîðóþ ðàíüøå äåëàëè ìû ñàìè, ÷òîáû îíè ìîãëè çàíÿòü íàøå ìåñòî… Ìû äîëæíû ñìèðèòüñÿ, ÷òî òå, êîìó ìû ñòðåìèìñÿ ïîìî÷ü, ìîãóò áûòü íåäîâîëüíû íàøèìè äåéñòâèÿìè. Ìû äîëæíû ïîíÿòü, ÷òî ìû ïîïðîñòó ïîäãîòàâëèâàåì ëþäåé, êîòîðûå çàéìóò íàøå ìåñòî. Âû åäâà ëè äîæäåòåñü áëàãîäàðíîñòè, íî ðàçâå â ýòîì äåëî?”, - ãîâîðèë Á¸ðíñ.

Áðèòàíöû ïûòàëèñü ñîçäàòü â êîëîíèÿõ èíñòèòóòû óïðàâëåíèÿ è ïðàâîñóäèÿ. Ñàìûì áîëüøèì èõ óïóùåíèåì, âåðîÿòíî, áûëî íåäîñòàòî÷íîå âíèìàíèå ê îáðàçîâàíèþ.

Ïðîöåññ ñìåíû âëàñòè ïðîøåë î÷åíü ëåãêî è áûñòðî, è ñàìîå ãëàâíîå áåç êðîâîïðîëèòèÿ.

Ñ÷èòàåòñÿ, ÷òî áðèòàíñêàÿ èìïåðèÿ âîçíèêëà êàê áû ñàìà ñîáîé, áåç îñîáîãî ó÷àñòèÿ ñàìèõ áðèòàíöåâ. Êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî è çà åå ðàñïàäîì îíè íàáëþäàëè âåñüìà îòñòðàí¸íî. Èëè êàê îäíàæäû âûðàçèëñÿ ðóêîâîäèòåëü Corona Club Äæîí Ñìèò, “ñàìîå äîñòîéíîå â áðèòàíñêîé êîëîíèàëüíîé ìèññèè - ýòî åå çàâåðøåíèå”.

Òðàãåäèÿ, ÷òî Ðîññèÿ ñåãîäíÿ íå ñïîñîáíà âîñïðèíÿòü ýòîò óðîê. Äàæå ïðåâðàòèâ ×å÷íþ â ïóñòûíþ, Ðîññèÿ íå ñìîæåò ñîõðàíèòü ñâîþ èìïåðèþ, çàêëþ÷àåò àâòîð ñòàòüè.

Èñòî÷íèê: Financial Times, Êâåíòèí Ïèëü, 30 äåêàáðÿ 1999ã..

The original of the previously-posted article from FT:

Russia's refusal to bow out gracefully

The 20th century is ending with the grim images of a declining empire trying to bomb its rebellious citizens into submission.

On this occasion, the empire is that of Russia, and the rebels are the Moslem inhabitants of Chechnya.

If we look back 100 years, expectations would have been very different. Then, the only empire worth bothering about was the British one, and it was just getting embroiled in a tiresome rebellion in South Africa: the Boer War.

At the beginning of the century, of course, the British empire was certainly not declining. It was at its peak. It was the greatest empire the world had ever seen. A forecaster might have been forgiven for expecting that in 1999 it would still be fighting to protect its territorial possessions.

That is not what happened. Perhaps one of the most remarkable achievements of the 20th century was the very largely peaceful dissolution of the British empire. It is an achievement that is in danger of being forgotten.

Back in 1990, when Moscow's grip was clearly starting to weaken, Douglas Hurd, then British foreign secretary, made an eminently sensible speech in Kiev, the Ukrainian capital. Russia could do much worse, he dared suggest, than learn from the experience of Britain and France in dismantling their empires over the previous 40 years.

His message was not well received in Moscow. It suggested the Soviet Union was an empire, not a happy agglomeration of freedom-loving peoples. And it implied the end was nigh.

So did the British really get it right? And what lessons could they teach?

A few months ago, a little-noticed centenary was celebrated in London, when the Corona Club marked its 100th year, and decided to disband. It was an annual dining club for former British colonial servants, and they had realised they were becoming too few and elderly to keep it going.

The occasion was marked, however, by the publication of a fascinating history* of the colonial services, which were finally wound up in 1997, with the return of Hong Kong to Chinese rule.

Its author, Professor Anthony Kirk-Greene, is undoubtedly sympathetic to his subject, of which he was himself a member in the latter days. But that is no bad thing, given the rotten press and image that most servants of the British empire have been given, not least by US film studios.

Even the phrase "colonial servant" sounds curiously old-fashioned today. And yet they saw themselves as just that: dedicated to public service, not just of the empire (whose ignorant guardians in London they sometimes cordially despised), but also of the peoples they had been sent to rule.

They did come from a pretty narrow background, as leftwing critics correctly pointed out. "We were the younger sons of the professional middle class," according to K.G. Bradley, an administrator in pre-war Northern Rhodesia. They were overwhelmingly educated in British boarding schools, and at Oxford or Cambridge universities, thus combining "the tough character-training of the boarding school and then the broad training of the mind provided by the older universities".

But they were by no means the stuffy, narrow-minded racists of the Hollywood stereotype. According to a confidential Colonial Office memorandum, the postwar Colonial Service officer "must above all not be infected with racial snobbery. Colour prejudice in the colonial civil servant is the one unforgivable sin".

What seems more remarkable is how few they were, and how many were involved in very practical occupations. Thus in Nigeria in 1926, a country of 373,000 square miles and some 20m inhabitants, the colonial service staff consisted of just 2,200 people. The largest group (462) worked on the railways. There were 252 in public works, 204 doctors and health workers, and 101 in education.

Their job was described by Sir Alan Burns, former governor of the Gold Coast (now Ghana), in a summer school lecture in 1947. "In its early stages, colonial administration is a comparatively simply matter," he said. "It consists merely of maintaining order, of opening up the country by means of roads and railways, and of giving justice to the people."

But as the end of empire became apparent, after the second world war, he admitted that "the task is going to get harder and harder each day".

"We are there to teach and help, not to govern by the strong hand," he said. "Our main job is to teach the Africans and other Colonials to take our places in the administration. We must try and teach them to do the work we are doing ourselves, in order that they may replace us . . . We must accept a certain amount of inefficiency, a certain amount of criticism even from those we are trying to help. We must accept cheerfully the fact that we are training the men who in the end must take our places from us. You will get little thanks, but does this really matter?"

The one thing the British sought to ensure was that the institutions of government and the judiciary were in place. Lack of education was probably the greatest shortcoming. And the whole process happened in a dreadful hurry. But it was amazing there was not more bloodshed.

Britain is said to have won its empire in a fit of absent-mindedness. It seems to have let it go with equal insouciance. Or as John Smith, last chairman of the Corona Club, said: "Nothing so became the British in their imperial mission as the leaving of it."

It is a tragedy that Russia does not seem able to learn that lesson today. Bombing Chechnya into a wasteland is not going to keep the Russian empire intact. It is just going to postpone the evil day.

>> BALALAIKA, translate this - ti yrodlivaia moral'no devochka. Don't let me down, now

No need to let you down, dude. You will have your trouble later. My lawer will be happy to be busy with you (and I will help him with Russian translations). Happy new year for all of you.

Pizdabolka ne xochet yxodit' krasivo!

Konec 20 stoletia oznamenovalsea dlea balalaike strashnimi mesechnimi u 3 obortami cherez zjopy za poslednie 3 meseca.

Balalaika eto nasha peredavae shalava s tverskoi ylitci.

Neskol'ko let nazad cetyacea bila drygoi y nashei shalavi ne bilo stolko konkyrentov a seichas vse izmenilos za kazjdei xyi ei nado bilo silno borotsea.

KOROCHE YA MOGY U DALSHE RASKAZIVAT' PRO ETY SHLUXY NO BLEA BRATVA VREMENI NETY !!!!

To Balalaika:

Your reprinting of the article by FT on the "refusal of Russia to bow out gracefully " was appreciated. This is a well written piece with a powerful message.

To bad the Americans didn't bow out gracefully in Vietnam or Cuba or Puerto Rico or

Balalika

Pizdyi otsuda yebishe....esli chesno novova goda mne tebe v padly zjelat'....oboideshe bleadina...

BlaBlaLaika,
HERE'S SOMETHING FOR YOU AND YOUR LAWYER -

YOU CAN TAKE A DEEEEEEP BREATH AND ON THREE START SMOOCHIN' ON MY BIIIIG RUSSIAN ZOLUPA UNTIL YOU CHOK ON MY C**M. PONIMAESH? NE ZABYD' PEREDAT'ETY VELIKOLEPHYIU NOVOST', OKI-DOWKI? :O)