As we have long foreseen, Alla Pugacheva's soul recently grew too large for one body to contain. To protect us all from a Tunguska-level soul overload event, she spawned two new bodies to contain the overflow.
This is the homepage for the glorious site BigRussianSoul.com. Look on its soul, ye mighty, and despair.
If you find yourself confused as to why you are here, odds are you have no Big Russian Soul (BRS) and will only be confused if you pursue things further. But if you are a self-assured bearer of a mighty BRS, or even if you are just an intrepid wannabe, step right in. Grab a pickle. Let us take the measure of your soul.
Is it still tragic if it's non-fatal? We do not know. That, I would say, is a philosophical question. We do know one thing, however.
Where are you going? Туда и обратно. But soulfully, as befits one who drinks with a multitude of sweaty dwarves.
We can disagree on many things, but we all agree it is great that we kicked out the Poles. Let us celebrate with banners and flags and perhaps the gentle remonstrating of a random foreign-looking person.
Happy anniversary! Remember our first kiss? You, me, the baby carriage rolling down the stairs, gunshots in the distance, the soft touch of my tongue against the delicate gag-reflex nerve ganglia at the back of your throat...
This has been cancelled. Do not read too much into that.
Traditionally, on this day the world youth get together to celebrate and the militia celebrate by oppressing them.
Avoid the temptation to make dirty jokes about this day. Also avoid the temptation to make up nasty pick-up lines for use on this day. Such puerile humor is inappropriate on the day we honor the forces which defend our land with their mighty metal penises.