Ukraine War Day #831: A Soldier Who Switched Sides – Part II

Dear Readers:

Continuing this story about Pavel Yakovlev, aka “Prometheus” who fought in the Ukrainian army, then switched sides, and now fights for Russia. We saw that these volunteer battalions, formed from former Ukrainian POWs, fight under the banner and symbol of the Orthodox Cross over a crescent moon.

Volunteer battalion made up of former Ukrainian POWs.

We got to the part of the story where Pavel, during his very first battle, realized that his cowardly Ukrainian commanders were deceiving him. They never bothered to inform their troops that they were sending them into suicide missions, just kept reassuring them that “everything will be okay.” Pavel relates why he believes that the Russian side is superior in this respect, the commanders are more honest, and also more brave.

In this dialogue with military correspondent Alexander Kots, Pavel consistently uses the Russian demonstrative pronouns “this” (на этой стороне – “on this side”) and “that” (на той стороне – “on that side”) to distinguish between “good” on this side, i.e., the Russian side; versus “bad” on that side, i.e., the Ukrainian side. There is a lot of semantics going on here, not to mention emotional payload. Students of the Russian language should recall, that, Russian being a language that dispensed with the articles “the” and “a”, then the use of “this/that” sounds so much weightier and more portentous than the equivalent phrases in English. Like a man who has seen the light, after a traumatic event that changed him forever, Pavel is separating the two halves of his life into “before” and “after”.

Truth On Our Side

Kots: How is the Russian army different from the Ukrainian?

Pavel: Goodness and truth are, of course on this side. Over there, they are constantly deceiving people. They throw people out onto the positions, assuring them that said positions are “under our control” even though that is not the case. Back at the military commission, after I was drafted, I attempted to get into an artillery unit, because I actually had some training in this area: During [earlier] emergency training I had learned how to operate an MT-12 “Rapira” cannon. But they paid no attention to this, they just pushed me into the infantry. They said, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out later how to move you into the artillery.” But they never did. Here, on this side, it’s different. They will look you right in the eye and tell you the truth: What the situation is, what tasks they need you to perform. On that side they didn’t even bother trying to remove the 300’s [dead] and 200’s [wounded] from the front line. Here, they immediately send a group to evacuate people, and it’s our job to clear the way for them.

Kots: But not everyone surrenders. Many fight to the last bullet…

Pavel: There are some who are motivated by ideology. And I’m not even talking about the units like Azov or Kraken. Those guys are motivated by one single factor: Once peace comes, they will have to answer for what they did. Russia will come, and then they will be asked many uncomfortable questions – how they terrorized the populations in Donetsk and Luhansk Oblasts. They do whatever they please. They would just swagger into peoples cottages, break things, steal whatever they wanted, rape people. It is understandable why such types do not want to see peace come, the kind of peace in which they will be punished for what they did. But aside from them, the vast mass of [the Ukrainian army] are just normal guys, who have not the slightest desire to fight to the last drop of blood.

Mercenaries, Mova, and Zombie Programming

Kots: Have you seen a lot of foreign mercenaries?

Pavel: I personally didn’t encounter any of these at the front. But I heard stories about them from acquaintances. They are considered to be, in general, useless creatures who usually act in the role of blocking battalions. They sit comfortably in the rear and receive huge perks. I did actually encounter some of these types back in Kiev, supposedly they were on rotation, or something like that. I was living in the dispatch barracks at the time [waiting to be sent to the front]. So, these gorillas roll into our quarters and just lie down on the floor. We offer them cots, but they’re, like, “No, no, we’ll sleep on the floor.” I think some of them were Brazilians, I have no idea who the others were. They had no ideology, they were just there for the money.

Next: Kots and Pavel address the language question.

[to be continued]

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27 Responses to Ukraine War Day #831: A Soldier Who Switched Sides – Part II

  1. ccdrakesannetnejp says:

    Yalensis, this is very interesting, but 200s refers to dead bodies and 300s refers to wounded soldiers. See Wiki, “Cargo 200.”

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  2. ccdrakesannetnejp says:

    I was amazed to read that Russian had articles but then gave them up. Around what century did they disappear? What advantages did Russian speakers feel they gained when Russian articles disappeared? Were any requiems held? Or did people give sighs of relief and dance on their tabletops? I was astounded to learn about the loss of articles in Russian because articles are the unheralded but always energetic, effective, and heroic proles of the English language. They are one of the great sources of “surplus value” for language. They add so much nuance and allow speakers to distinguish so many different levels and degrees of distance, relevance, importance, and emotional consonance/dissonance that communication becomes a living, warm-blooded human act. They allow the world one creates when one speaks and narrates to become three-dimensional, detailed, and full of complex, vexing, and untamed semantic wildness, if not infinities of possible interpretations and points of view. If English didn’t have articles, wouldn’t our verbal worlds be stripped down into strings of black/white binary oppositions that are unable to communicate subtle emotional nuances and values? How does Russian compensate for the loss of articles? Japanese also has no articles, but Japanese speakers make up for this absence by drawing on a rich repertory of body language and body rhythm strategies and atmospherics.

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    • yalensis says:

      I might have given the wrong impression. Russian never had articles, neither did Common Slavic, or even Proto-Slavic, as far as I know. When I said “gave up”, I mean from the presumable proto-proto language. I am assuming that Proto-Indo-European had articles equivalent to “the” and “a”, but now that I think about it… I mean, Latin doesn’t have them either, and Latin is the best language ever invented.

      Which proves you don’t really need ’em. I mean, Tolstoy wrote War and Peace, arguably the greatest novel ever written, and managed to get all his points across without a single “the” or “a”. Wait, I have to take that back: some of the chapters are written all in French, and French most certainly has “le” and “un”. Well, to be sure, French is the second greatest language ever invented. So, I honestly don’t know what any of this proves!

      🙂

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      • yalensis says:

        P.S. – as Boris and Natasha might say: “Must kill Moose and Squirrel”, and you know exactly what they mean. Semantics is semantics, but there is absolutely no need to specify “the moose” or “a squirrel”. Amiright?

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        • S Brennan says:

          Back when writers were clever enough to write a script that could simultaneously entertain an adult and child through the use of censor-proof double entendre.

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          • S Brennan says:

            Before subtly became a dirty word…

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            • ccdrakesannetnejp says:

              I never watched Boris and Natasha very much. What were some of the subtleties I missed? 😉

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              • S Brennan says:

                OMG CCCP !!! A mind is a terrible thing to waste…WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN YOUR FORMATIVE YEARS ??? Never mind, we’ll work this together…childhood deprivation is never a pretty picture but…it’s gonna be alright..let me try to bring you up to speed…

                How Bullwinkle Taught Kids Sophisticated Political Satire

                “Mr. Chairman, I am against all foreign aid, especially to places like Hawaii and Alaska,” says Senator Fussmussen from the floor of a cartoon Senate in 1962. In the visitors’ gallery, Russian agents Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale are deciding whether to use their secret “Goof Gas” gun to turn the Congress stupid…they decide their weapon is unnecessary…
                —————-
                What we didn’t know in the ‘70s, when we were watching, that this was pretty subversive stuff for a children’s program made at the height of the Cold War…The animation was stiff but sweet, the puns plentiful and painful. The show poked fun at radio, television, and movie tropes, and took playful aim at Cold War spycraft…And so, through Bullwinkle, we were granted access to nearly a century’s worth of comedy and satire, three generations of backhanded patriotism tempered with gentle skepticism going back to vaudeville, a sort of atavistic psychic tool chest for navigating strange and scary times”

                https://www.smithsonianmag.com/innovation/how-bullwinkle-taught-kids-sophisticated-political-satire-180964803/

                There’s Never Been a Better Time to Revisit ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle
                “Despite the fact that the show is mostly missing from the modern media landscape, the show’s influence is still widely felt today. Matt Groening cites it as having a huge impact on his life. “From watching that show when I was a kid, it was one of my fantasies to grow up and have my own cartoon show. It was a big influence…There were jokes that I didn’t get as a child that I now understand the references to. They were able to create shows that were funny to both groups without sacrificing anything. That is a hard job to do and we always strove to emulate”

                https://www.vulture.com/2017/01/theres-never-been-a-better-time-to-revisit-rocky-and-bullwinkle.html

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              • I never watched any of it. It was not a cartoon shown on Indian television. I only became aware it existed via social media.

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              • yalensis says:

                I watched all the episodes on youtube. Glory to the internet!

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          • ccdrakesannetnejp says:

            No, IMO you’re not quite right, at least from the point of view of English, a squirrel, the squirrel, and squirrel are not the same. Depending on the context they are quite different feelings/sensations as well as meanings. Perhaps monolingual Russians can never enjoy the fine discriminations of sense and sensibility that go beyond mere semantics that speakers of English, French, etc. can feel and sometimes savor due to articles. On the other hand, I’m sure that there are many other perceptions/feelings that speakers of Russian CAN feel and that monolingual speakers of English and presumably French can’t feel/sense. I guess this has more to do with esthetics than logic. Benjamin Whorf once tried to develop these kinds of differences into a coherent theory, but he never completed his difficult task….

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          • yalensis says:

            Gotta love it! I especially like Sweet Nell flirting with Dudley’s horse while Dudley is busy confronting Snidely Whiplash! What great script writing!

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          • Bukko Boomeranger says:

            Awwww, give Drake a break. I don’t know how old he is (or if the commenter is even male) but if a person is under 60 years old, they wouldn’t have watched Moose and Squoill in its heyday. I’m dating myself here, but I did, mainly because my dad liked it. Didn’t it air at an odd time, like Sunday morning? I preferred straight-ahead Saturday kids’ cartoons. I “got” some of the humour in R&B but it was too dry for my child’s mind. I always sensed that there were layers to the jokes that I did not comprehend.

            Having subversive snickering in children’s entertainment did not start, or end, with R&B. Nickelodeon had a lot of that in their ‘toons such as “Rugrats.” My daughter was young in the early ‘90s and we watched a lot of their shows. The avatar that I use for this WordPress profile is Rocko the Wallaby, from a Nicktoon. That one had the “Chokey Chicken” fast-food chain in it. Tykes would see it as a snipe at Kentucky Fried, which is was, but older guys would get the chokin‘ chicken snark. “Sponge Bob Squarepants” is a more current cartoon with humour on youngster and oldcoot levels.

            If you go back in history to analyse fairy tales and fables that were ostensibly for children, many of them had messages for adults that might fly over the head of kids. Even one as well-known as “The Emperor’s New Clothes” is aimed at kids who like to see one of their own dropping a truth-bomb on a pompous adult, while also illustrating for grown-ups how they are conformists in the face of authority. And don‘t get me started on old European folk tales for kids like the Brothers Grimm. At least in their gruesome original versions, not the sanitised Disney-style ones in the books that our parents read to us…

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            • yalensis says:

              Good points. “Children’s stories” and humor has always been very adult.

              Of the more current crop, I like Sponge Bob a lot, because he has such a positive attitude! That’s what we all need to get us through these awful times: a positive attitude!

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      • Articles seem to be a West European invention. I don’t know about Turkish, but no other language I am at all familiar with has them.

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        • yalensis says:

          So I was probably wrong assumingProto I-E had articles. Maybe I-E didn’t have them at all (except for the usual “this” and “that”), but when Indo-Aryans encountered other language groups (like Turkic?) they starting borrowing them? Maybe?

          Of all the Slavic languages, I believe that Bulgarian has something sort of like articles, but these were modelled on the Turkish. Bulgarian was seriously influenced by Turkish, right down to the level of grammar and syntax. Bulgarians even lost their Slavic noun declensions, thanks to the Turks, but then borrowed some crazy verb modes as well! Like “purported speech” using a different verb ending.

          Although, in truth, German has something like that as well in the subjunctive case (little girl opening the door and telling the salesman): “Mutti wäre nicht zu Hause.” (Mummy told me to tell you she’s not home…, or “Mummy is allegedly not home…”)

          Bulgarian has that modality in spades, but it was all borrowed from the Turkish!

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  3. “…the vast mass of [the Ukrainian army] are just normal guys, who have not the slightest desire to fight to the last drop of blood.”

    Not that Russian artillery, drones, and missiles give them a choice in the matter.

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  4. Bukko Boomeranger says:

    While I have scepticism about the video of under-trained and possibly dead Ukrainian soldiers that Raghead referred to in a previous chapter of this series, I’ve seen enough material about hastily mobilised troops, including Pavel’s here, to know that that’s a thang in Ukronazia. I always wonder “why the hell do they waste their time doing that?” What is the organisational psychology behind it?

    Think of the time and money spent to grab a guy, put him in a uniform, give him a weapon and then drop him off in a treeline where he will be killed or wounded in a matter of days. There goes the gun! The uniform is shredded and soaked with blood — a writeoff. Even hauling the mook to the shallow hole in the ground where he will die has a risk. How many troop carriers have you seen getting blown up on drone videos? Put aside the waste of human lives. The sociopathic power structure does not care about those. It doesn’t even COUNT them. Witness the unknown death toll in Iraq invasion II, the untold, unenumerated numbers of people dying from Covid, the much-lied-about casualty figures re: both sides in Ukraine. People are like the “by-catch” on a fishing trawler — meaningless little things flopping on deck around that are tossed over the side so they can sink back to the depths and decompose.

    But those uniforms and weapons and troop carriers cost money! Even though “money” is a made-up substance, and theoretically could exist in unlimited quantities, cloth for uniforms is not. Neither are troop carriers. I’ve read articles about how the production lines for Westie machines such as the Bradley were closed decades ago. The murderous men who give the orders couldn’t get more of these things even if they placed orders for them. So why are they burning through them?

    There’s also the issue of creating a class of goons who are rampaging through society, as Pavel describes. When you have a group of human cancer cells who are eating the body populace, it’s going to eventually kill the community. The same dynamic goes on with the Amerikkkan terrorpolice forces. It’s coming for your country, Yalensis. I hope to avoid it here, because Aussie society is too slack-arse to implement a proper Police State. Maybe I’m being too optimistic.

    Anyway, it seems like there is an institutional inertia in all sorts of official policies throughout the world. “We have decided to do this, and we’re going to keep doing it, even though it’s not doing our cause any good.” The guys — and increasingly, women — who are sent up front to absorb flying pieces of metal from exploding artillery — no shortage of Russian shells! — would be better employed digging trenches well back from the battle line. Or something similar to support the defence effort. But having them do that would mean admitting that the People With Power made a Big Freaking Mistake with what they’ve done so far. And if they admit ONE mistake, maybe then they’d get questioned about OTHER screw-ups. They might lose their aura of legitimacy. So the same-old, same-old keeps chugging.

    I’ve seen this in so many ways since the days of the Cheney invasion of Iraq. Never change! Keep on getting people slaughtered! Hell, the Vietnam War, if you want to go a bit farther back in Amerikan history. Charges over the top from trenches into machine-gun fire in World War I, anyone? Has all of history been filled with stupid death marches inflicted on YOUR OWN SIDE?!? Probably so, when I cast a quick mental look back at so much I’ve learned.

    How has “civilisation” (such as it is) made it thus far when it’s this suicidal? The Big-C Collapse can’t happen soon enough. And it WILL, because humans are the actual equivalents to the lemmings that we like to sneer at for willingly jumping off cliffs. (When it was really Walt Disney’s brother scaring them into on-camera death-plunges.) As paranoid as I am, I don’t think there are any evil super-geniuses gaming out the 11th-dimensional chess moves beneath all this pointless destruction. Decision-makers such as Blinken and Nuland are cunning, but they’re not that smart. It’s The System, the Rules of Operation that have accreted bit by bit over the years, the drives things. Off a cliff.

    Enough fulminations! I just got finished reading a sci-fi book titled “How High We Go In The Dark.” It’s a plague story, written in 2022, so definitely Covid-influenced. Begins with a pandemic that starts in Siberia where global warming researchers get infected by a virus that was in Neanderthal corpses uncovered by melting permafrost. Sorry, Yalensis — no Denisovians! It starts good, with down-to-earth (literally) science-based plot themes. By the end, drifts into woo-woo along the lines of the alien obelisk from “2001 — A Space Odyssey.” Stuff like that makes me ponder depressing cosmic concepts. To get them out of my head, I write crap like this, and those thoughts fly away! Time to go for a bike ride in the wintry June air. Being in nature is a great way to reconnect with reality and (temporarily) stop focusing on human depravity like Pavel recounts.

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    • yalensis says:

      Enjoy your bike ride, Bukko. It’s your “happy thing”, although I never understood how you can have a bum leg and gimpy walk, but still get it to pump pedals on a bike. But anyhow…

      As to your point, what is the “organizational psychology” behind throwing raw meat into the cannons? There is obviously no “organizational psychology” going on here. From what I understand, the Ukrainian commanders are solving a specific tactical problem in the only way they know how: Plugging up holes in the front line by stuffing them with raw meat. The goal is to slow down the Russians at each step, if only for just a couple of hours, long enough to maybe shuffle some more meat around and live to fight one more day.

      The Ukrainians are playing a bad chess game in which they don’t have much left except pawns, but they do what they can, wildly moving these pawns around the board. It seems irrational, but it makes sense, from their point of view. From what I understand, they still have some well-trained and even “elite” reserves left, but they hold them back for the last stand. In other words, give the Ukrainian commanders a tiny bit of credit, they are not completely mad, they are just improvising at this point, using whatever they have. In their callousness, though, they tweak every single stereotype which used to be used against the Red Army: blocking brigades, sending raw troops into suicide charges, the whole 9 yards. In reality, even Stalin was not so mad nor so callous, but Ukrainians believe he did all that shit, and they are following all of those stereotypes to the tee!

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      • Bukko Boomeranger says:

        “I never understood how you can have a bum leg and gimpy walk, but still get it to pump pedals on a bike.”

        At the risk of boring you with medical details, my left leg, where the snake struck, has a whole lot of flesh gone where the docs cut out the gangrenous part. It’s like the entire front of my leg below the knee has been peeled away, deep gouge, nothing left but skin grafts over bone. The back of the leg, below the knee, is untouched. I still have my foot, but it kinda dangles there. I wear a brace that slips inside my shoe and goes up to mid-calf to keep me from tripping over my floppy foot. I can push down with the left foot, because the muscles that do that are in the back of the leg. What was cut out were the muscles that lift the foot up from the ankle joint as a pivot, as you’d do when you’re tapping your toes to some music. I can walk OK without the brace, although I’m slower that way and have to be conscious of lifting the left foot up high due to the droop. With a brace on, I’ve got a hitch in my step, but not a “majorly crippled” gait.

        Problem now is, my right knee, on the leg that wasn’t mangled, is farked. I was always a mad keen walker because I reckoned that eventually the left leg would be amputated, so I might as well get around as much as possible before that happened. Ah, the places I’ve trekked… Only, I wound up subconsciously shifting my stride to favour the left leg, putting more strain on the right side. After 50 years of that, I have worn away the bones on my good leg so it hurts worse than the bad leg. On X-rays, the entire joint structure is tilted like that tower in Pisa.

        In 2013 in Vancouver, I went to an orthopedics guy to get a new brace made while I was still covered by Canadian health insurance. (I was already planning my boomerang back to Australia then, so I thought I’d get in a grift while I still could.) This guy was like a shoe psychiatrist! He told me to bring in an old pair of my runners (Aussie term for tennis shoes). Also had me walk across his exam room with my brace on. He took the shoes, looked at the wear pattern and started explaining to me how I rotated my right foot a few degrees inward, and how I biased my weight onto the right side, and how this showed up in the way the sole was worn down. This guy was telling me things about my own body that I had never realised, but it was all true.

        The great thing about bicycling is that it’s not weight-bearing. I can pump the pedals for hours but it’s rotational movement, not supporting my bulk. (Which is nicely within the Ideal Body Weight range for my height. I have intentionally lost weight since I bailed out of the work force because I’m not eating as much of the sweet stuff that infests nursing stations or scrounging the free food that proliferates throughout the hospital system. When I was doing shifts on psych wards, there would always be extra meal trays sent up in case someone wanted seconds or there were late admissions. If there were still trays left over at the end of the shift, they’d just be tossed, and the poor cow, sheep or chicken that contributed those cuts would have died for nothing. So into my Tupperware it would go. I am multi-talented at grifting.) It bothers me that walking is now a pain, but on the pushbike I feel like I’m flying. It’s the sensation you’d get when you’re downhill skiing, but I can do it every day, weaving through pedestrians like they were moguls. Frequently scaring the crap out of them, but that’s my antisocial side, which is another topic entirely.

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        • yalensis says:

          Wow, you’re a mess, Bukko, but thanks for explaining everything. My takeaway is you will never be a professional tap dancer, but it’s marvelous that you can fly like an eagle on that bike. Just be careful, I don’t want to hear about you killing either yourself or another person!

          You make me feel lucky, because my feet are not nearly as messed up as yours. Some days I start feeling sorry for myself because I am a lousy figure skater, and I wish I could be good at it. I’d give anything to be like one of those cool ice dancers with their deep edges and intricate turns. My problem is pronation (what they used to call “flat feet”). I have orthotic inserts in my skates, as well as my ski boots, these shims gently tilt my footsies more to the outside edges.

          I never actually knew anything was wrong with my feet (nor did my parents, because it’s not visible) until I started skating, and that’s when I was told about the pronation. If they had known when I was still a baby, they could have maybe adjusted for it with a brace or something that moved my bones around before it was too late to change the way they grew.

          I read somewhere that 98% of the population of the planet have something wrong with their feet. Only a handful of people are born with perfect feet. Society should seek them out and put them in the ballet.

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