The panic has spread to other assets. The Russian state has around $11 billion in rouble-denominated and $60 billion in dollar debt. The yields on these have risen to 15% and 8% respectively, higher than Greece. Shares in firms exposed to Russia—including French and Austrian banks—are losing value too.

80 is an indicator of clearness of an average Russian brain. It must reach at least 200 to realize that Crimea must be returned.

Если надо что-то уничтожить придайте этому русский дух и все. Апартеид, мат, спид, эбола, вши ,материализм, грибок на ногах, расизм, веснушки, глобальное потепление передать правительству малоотпущенной рроссии в придачу к крыму.

Хорошо, что русские не приняли в свое время доллар рублем, а то он бы сейчас завалился.

Очень удобно, при желании можно найти русское сакральное в любой стране. Интересно как нарцисс путин вдруг оторвал взгляд от себя сакрального. Нет, что не говорите а Майдан удался.

Mоя Украина
Украина, моя любовь и гордость...

Для вас отрада одна - стабильность,
Вся жизнь под серых погон конвоем,
А кто-то отдал свою жизнь за вільність,
А кто-то для нации стал Героем.
Для вас важнее Олимпиада,
"Вперёд, Россия!", "Аллаху Акбар!"
А кто-то в чаду баррикадного ада
Пролил свою кровь на ночной тротуар.

Рабы, гордитесь своими цепями,
Шипите злобно, пишите гнусь...
Сейчас мои братья там, на Майдане
Сейчас Украина - Свободная Русь

Sad, but true...

Entire Mosva is one big durdom , those 100 are its only hope, the rest are indifferent or crasy vegetables like this piece of shit I am "answering" to. But he is stupid enough to understand what he is said. I just use him a donkey to carry my message to honest moskovites, and thank them for the support. When they need it we well be there. Glory to Nen'ka!

Chmo chekistskoye

Asshole

They could not care less, coward!

Yes, absolutely right! It is not easy to come out when every one around is hostile. It is not in vain. Slava russkim geroyam!!!

Thay are the best, you, piece of crap.

That is true, Moskva is a concentrated Shame of Russian nation. Depressing and suffocating to look at.

you are a complete idiot, you would not agree to go as far as your ass in direction of Sibir, and yet send entire nation there, chmo.
.

Little thoughts concerning Kiev's events.
I wanted to look at my vision of recent movements in Ukraine ( January, 2014), and found it difficult to make for two reasons. Firstly, I, having read a lot of materials concerning it, am tending to better remember and to pay more attention to those of them that fall in the vicinity of my own believes. In the process I might have been catching up some alien intonations that could change the whole picture. In other word I might be influenced. Must I stay true to myself, or to have some healthy flexibility when looking at a matter of recent civil resistance that from the start required so much mutual respect for the views of a person to the left and to the right on the barricades, with only one condition- love to the Fatherland. Yes, I might sacrify some obsolete principles that do not contribute to dignity, some ideas that I stand by without knowing why, some opinions I choose to think as of mine, because they look smart and fancy and leave on my chest only the ashes of Klaas. To see what I see.
Secondly, what is a true, a solid point from which to look at the Maidan? Everything seems more floating and more fleeting than this little piece of earth, the wound, that heals itself so quickly, and thus gives the hope for all half-decayed body. Like a physician, who is sick himself, loses to some extent a moral credibility to be trusted in making diagnosis, I feel that all I am able to see or say would never nail it, that what we are the witnesses to is the completely new something. There is too much spirit in it to get it fixed to one theory or another. How can you analyse something that is constantly moving over? What can one say about a just born baby, except that we all, those who care, are happy that it came, that all fears for the Mather Ukraine, at least for the moment, are behind, that life will never be the same with this new precious addition to it, that the hero that was considered dead is born to the suffering nation again!
With this I bent my head, I refuse to intellectualize, I unwind all mummy layers off my soul and listen attentively to what was a silence a moment ago, and now is distinctly a tender Ukrainian song, a song that my grandma, so many times, crying, sang over little me.