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And you are familiar with belarusky character? Marianna Vlasova, I ask to publish this remarkable article. Thanks.

From all Slavic states, Belarus, in my opinion, are one of the most little-known and imperceptible countries. Such Slavic terra incognita, even for her closest neighbors of Russia and Ukraine.

Russia, despite all political turbulences of the last years (disorder of the Union, “dashing“ 90 - e, defaults and crises), though remains the country of insuperable poverty, invincible corruption and an official arbitrariness, continues a harm - to play poorly on the world scene, and even dictates will to the former allied brothers and sisters.

At all the difficulties, she everything also manages to launch missiles in space, to invent something in the most different areas and to maintain any defense capability. All know, Russia is a world exporter of oil and gas that the Russian tanks and the military planes - one of the best in the world, and the Russian ballet, still, “pretty good“.

It is known, even in the egocentric West where it is not enough who that knows even about the neighbor on ladder to a cage, the Russian person is a generous hospitality, mysterious Russian soul and ability, unclear for the foreigner, to self-sacrifice. Well, and a little bit godless alcoholism, insuperable draft to take what is bad, and not always lies, and at the same time badly surmountable oblomovsky laziness (and who without sin?) .

Ukraine “is famous“ for infinite verkhovnorady civil strifes which already look as infinite Ukrainian “Santa - Barbara“, sporadic “gas“ wars which continually break out at it with Russia, like a gas torch and also quickly die away, drunk scandals abroad (brotherly likeness with Russia is obviously traced here).

Ukraine is also, as well as Russia, the producer of military equipment, the exporter of wood, cast iron and coal. Ukraine - tse fat, gorilka and naikrashchi at sviti divchata. Ukraine is the Maidan, orange revolution, impetuous migration. To put it briefly, Ukraine does not need representation.

And here what is Belarus? What they, Belarusians? As well as than they live? Having conducted small private research and having talked to Russians and Ukrainians who never were in Belarus, I came to a sad conclusion: Belarus is a certain blank spot on the map of Eastern Europe about which it is not enough who that knows, and the Belarusian soul, unlike the mysterious Russian, - even more gloomy darkness even for her ethnic brothers on both borders. As hotly and quite fairly one prominent Belarusian politician threw to the Russian officials: “It appears, you at yourself in Russia almost know nothing about the closest and most faithful neighbor“. And it is valid what knows Russian in Russia about Belarus and Belarusians? What is known by the southern neighbor of Belarus, Ukraine, about the northern fellow? Very much and it is a little.

Not so long ago, in both brotherly countries, Belarus was associated with tractors under the name of the same name, once the biggest trucks in the world and … and, seemingly, it is more nothing. And that, was it yesterday. Today, in mentions of the same tractors with trucks, ringing overseas “John Deer“, “Catepillar“, “are more often heard by New Holland“.

Having visited the Russian shops and supermarkets recently, I held in hand various viands, articles of clothing and life from all corners of the earth, from Japan and to Chile. First of all, the place of honor was taken, of course, domestic, Russian. There were both ubiquitous Chinese miscellanea, and the Turkish undershirts with sheepskin coats, the German cheeses and chocolate, the Ukrainian socks and ketchups there. Alas, anything Belarusian as passionately I did not wish it, I did not see.

Having done the same the most simple analysis in Ukraine, I, as well as in Russia, met cheap Chinese consumer goods, Russian “Ladas“ and house slippers, the Korean household appliances. In small rural little shop I even met wine from far Chile (there are local “kulesh“ not bad understand wine)! And if in the nearby market, on casual aiming, I purposefully did not approach the Belarusians trading there in some clothespegs, bulbs and other nonsense, I would also come to a gloomy conclusion that the slogan “to Kuplyaytsa to a belaruskaa!“ treats strictly Belarusians.

Having lived 4 years in Belarus - and not at Christ in the bosom, and also having observed enough people as in the formal, and informal environment, how they behave that is told and that think, I will try to tell you what means to be the Belarusian (naturally from the subjective point of view, trying to be at the same time as it is possible more objectively - here such here pun). And in this vinaigrette of the Belarusian character I will try to do without political gas station. In Belarus it is not fashionable.

So, Belarusians, as well as their neighbors, often themselves call “bulbash“ (“kartofelnik“, “kartofelelyuba“ and “kartofeleeda“) for the love to potatoes - potato. Unlike Russians from where - nibud from Moscow, St. Petersburg or Samara which will instantly react on offensive “Russian“ or the Russian“ and is not obligatory in a polite verbal form that in time will teach you “to filter a market“, a bulbasha - Belarusians in response to such familiarity will smile only sadly even if your tone and will seem to them offensive. That is, on the nature, the Belarusian is absolutely nonaggressive. In our modern aggressive environment where an exit to the offenses, to complexes and unrealized desires can easily give everyone, for me, it also is the Belarusian line No. 1 which to me personally very to liking.

In general, it is as difficult to meet an evil, aggressive bulbash in the nature as absolutely teetotal Ukrainian. In four years that I here, I only three times - four, in shop, in the bus, met some young man upset with this or that, with an easy crape of aggression which after the remarks made it in an oral form by his more senior companions somehow sadly calmed down at once and mostly silently reached to the destination.

Other nickname by which sometimes with silent pride a la Belarus Belarusians call themselves are “guerrillas“. “Belarusians are guerrillas“, “Belarus is a guerrilla edge“, is continually heard in their speech. No wonder, in the Great Patriotic War every third Belarusian was a partisan against friyets. And though after war there passed so many years, even young people sometimes themselves call by this name. And not only from - for that war. And still, because it was necessary to be a partisan also after war, and it is necessary to be a partisan and today. To be a partisan at work, to be a partisan with the administration, in society, in public. The feeling is such that some of them are a partisan even at home, in a family. And all this with improbable Belarusian patience and humility. That is, the Belarusian is incredibly patient or as here speak “We are Belarusians - pomerkovny“, as it is represented to me the Belarusian line No. 2.

Patience, patience and endurance at the Belarusian in blood. And it is secret of the nature: they at it congenital or acquired? It for hours will patiently stand in the long and on - turtle the moving turn, without having filtered a uniform sound, without having published any note of a protest. It for months will patiently upholster high thresholds of official boudoirs where on message boards by capital letters it will be written “The principle of one window“ (but it is not specified how many doors). It will patiently go to policlinic with the broken hand or the inflamed eye where will look for also patiently its lost medical card, forcing to come it the next day (on Monday, there will be jam tomorrow) because its medical card (either coupons, or the doctor) is absent, without having given it to first aid. It will patiently take down nachalnichy anger, with stoical courage to transfer assigned to it (and often just someone spikhnuty) numerous duties, to remain after work or to leave during week-end, aloud without having made a uniform sound, and only on - guerrilla clenching teeth is stronger and stronger. And this quality, in me personally causes both admiration, and indignation because any patience has to have the limit, and in Belarusians, it is absent, seemingly.