/ world today news/ Comrade Zablyanov got away easily. In some predecessors of the Gangsters-for-Epoch-Looting-of-the-Treasures, the right to freely express your opinion from the rostrum of this National Assembly, to stick an angry finger in the festering sores of the ruling synclit, paid a much higher price. No matter how much the resuscitators and restorers of the darkest years of dictatorship in Bulgaria may not like it, the paved streets around the parliament keep the memory of the last steps of worthy people’s representatives such as Petko D. Petkov, Haralampi Stoyanov, Todor Strashimirov. They have absorbed their blood in their pores. And they resound still with the eerie clatter of the shod boots of their government- and monarch-protected assassins. The echoes of the ominous gunshots hit the walls of the surrounding cooperatives. They came to close the mouth of free thinking, of progress, they shot the dream of democracy.
Today, the praisers of yesterday’s executioners shoot only with their poisonous words. For now. But they desecrate the memory of common national victims, make fun of the memory of women, children, and old people who were innocently destroyed by the monarcho-fascist regime. Or today’s rulers (for such there is a more appropriate story – the suràt) of the failed April poet Gurnevski, will rank in the category of “terrorist partisans” over 200 Bulgarian children, killed – of course, even in the name of the Majesty, such an atrocity is inadmissible – without trial and sentence. Buried in nameless graves. They are trying to belittle the role of the hundreds of thousands of anti-fascists, thanks to whom Bulgaria emerged from the Second World War in the role, if not of a winner, then at least not of a country ruined by reparations and territorial claims of neighbors. With his head proudly raised for his contribution to the common Victory. Despite archaeologists like Filov, generals like Valkov and Lukov, operetta princes like brother Kiril.
A brilliant speech was heard from the rostrum of the National Assembly today. To Valery Zhablyanov. A speech about what the left forces should not make excuses for, but what they should be proud of. If they could shoot him, they would immediately. And because it is not happening (for now), the rulers and their court lackeys from the patriots, whose only concern is not to become impoverished, and the most willful petrol-pharmacists (such characters we also see in the Spitzkommandos in 1925) rose up against it with claims, that they are a “center-right” party. The Gruppenführer of the PG of the GERB decided that the head of the deputy speaker of the parliament was a small trophy, so he also took a swing at the presidential institution, apparently forgetting that one born to fly cannot crawl (and vice versa – if we return to Gorky’s original). The feeling was that these people (who formally distinguished themselves by even condemning Lukovmarsh) would sooner put on “Brannik” uniforms, gird on “Blood and Honor” daggers and rush through the streets of Sofia with torches to his beloved Black Monument. Where, like a bloody monument, the names of the executioners from 1923 to 1944 are carved. And for whose heirs the People’s Court was clearly not a lesson. That sooner or later retribution comes. And for the bullets fired and the words spoken.
Because if human memory is short, the memory of paved streets is very long. The blood of those who gave their lives so that we could call ourselves – Free has been soaked in them… And we have not given up on defending our right!
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