I’m writing to a Russian-speaking group every day (essentially posting the same content as in my Engineering Zen group, but slightly less often and sometimes more concisely). The audience there is 100× larger, and to put it mildly, more diverse. The comments are very typical for Russian-speaking groups and resemble this story from the net:
“…An ad appeared in one chat: ‘Selling shoes, red, size 41. Worn once. 2500 R’…”
Barely 10 seconds passed and it began:
— Worn!!!!!
— red flippers, cow.
— And how much do they cost, why is it so hard to write the price right away?!
— It should be written as worn correctly.
— I am a mother who has birthed twenty children, twenty times, I have nothing to wear to school meetings. I’m already at your house, crawling through the gutter, open the vent! Give me the shoes!!
— Burn in hell! Shoes are worn!
— Worn! Respect the language.
— WORN!!!!!!
— how much do they cost?
— One should walk barefoot. Preferably through dew, all women’s diseases come from heels. And then they complain about not getting married. Fool.
— Is the size even right?
— Treating fungus later is more expensive, just wear your own beaten-up shoes.
— Ugly shoes. And you are ugly too.
— Prostitutes wear such. When can I pick them up?
— And where do you know from what prostitutes wear?
— Make way! I’ve been a fetishist for 10 years. I’ll give 300 rubles for a picture of your feet.
— Worn!!!!!!!!¡!! ¡!!!!!! ¡!!!!! ¡!!!!!!!!!! ¡! F… s, correct the mistake, I’m having a fit already!!!
— Man, why have fetishists become so poor?
— And what’s a fetishist actually, girls?
— It’s very convenient, by the way, girls. I had such a lover, when I was tired after work, I just put a hair tie on…
— WORN!!!!!!!
— Would someone just shoot her already!!
— Where did you put the hair tie?
— You surely know where.
— Well, I don’t know, your hair tie wouldn’t fit my late husband with your thin hair.
— Did your gynecologist never shout ‘Aaaauuuuu!’ down there?
— Ha ha ha. And an owl from there replied: ‘Uh-huh.’
— And bats flew all over the office.
— You’re probably glad that he finally died, aren’t you?
— Why are you being rude?!
— Let’s go to the next thread, they are selling patent leather boots, it’s boring here.
They leave, dragging along the fetishist.
Only a lonely, beautiful, and tragically grand grammar-Nazi kept standing and standing under the post, like a monument to something great and powerful…
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 