Donets Basin jokes because of hopelessness...

Dear Victor Fyodorovich!

Your fellow countrymen from Donets Basin write to you. We live well, better than earlier. The father- prosecutor compassionately attached the husband to work with a trolley pusher in the kopanka. The salary is good, eighth of a pound of the bread per hour and it is one and a half loaves per one shift. We live with conveniences, but strictly speaking out-of-doors and we feel communication with the mother –Nature better than others. We take water in the small river. It is good, as the waste merges in it from neighbour's chemical plant of sir Fitrash, so we aren't spent for laundry detergent, soap and acetone, we save them. It is worth dipping the trousers into the small river and they are sterile at once, here only iron buttons melt, but we adapted and tie with a willow switch.

Two years ago our house went under the ground when the neighbour -militiaman turned the kopanka in our side. But we didn't despair, the city hall helped, gave us a shovel, so we made the dugout to ourselves. There is no electricity for two years as sir Akhmetov bought Oblenergo, it didn't become, more precisely it was stabilized, but considerably rose in price. But we aren't stung because we don't need it. The one year ago took out the TV set on a flea market, changed it for seven packages of “Mivina”, we notably feasted the anniversary of your inauguration.

And we don’t need the refrigerator in the dugout, the porridge is from bark, bran and cake and so it doesn't spoil and doesn't lie too long. By the end of last summer we managed to cut a wire from columns and to hand over in salvage, bought a satchel and boots for the junior by September 1. Only we did all in vain, as the school was only one and that Ukrainian, it was closed … And they correctly made, we completely support, it is useless to make it in the proud and severe mine country… And we attached the junior well, he is at the sir-defender - Alexander Lukyanchenko serves in Cossacks now in the city. He is a clever guy, the barin praises him.

And speaks: “Sometimes he will rub a toilet bowl with gilding to shine, as it isn’t necessary to light in the bathroom”. We named him in your honour - Shleppa. We don't know what it means, but heard as you pronounced this beautiful, probably kind word. Only the trouble with the grandmother, she was unwell with tuberculosis in a dugout, so we don't despair.

Policlinics are closed in the city, but we are strong people in the mine country, so there is no need in hospitals. So we bought two vials of brilliant green from the medical assistant on that money that earned on last elections and smeared the old woman. It is our brilliant green, the Ukrainian. It will raise any on feet, not that very expensive foreign tablets. And if the grandma also gets sick, so it doesn't matter and to bury, thanks that our edge is rich on waste heaps, it accepted many people.

Thank you, Victor Fyodorovich, for the light and carefree of our life. Because only the blind can’t see the blessings introduced by you. Here is the sun already higher and the spring closer, the orach and a nettle will get ready, starlings will return (as it is heartburn from that crows). And the new elections are not far off. Already the eldest will be 18, so if the grandma doesn't die, one your voter will be more in our family, our family we will be able already to give for you 130%, instead of 107 as on last elections.

We hope for you only, our dear Victor Fedorovich! Long years to you! Long years!

Sincerely loving you

Hoping for stability and prosperity

Happy inhabitants of the mine country.