I hadn't quite believed before that propaganda is capable of turning people into eternal infants, but, it seems, precisely that is now happening around me. People get lost, stop understanding each other. They seriously begin to think that they live in a reality from federal TV channels, where they are surrounded by monsters woven from pure hatred. Not so many people and platforms are left capable of bringing light into this gloomy space. Meduza, perhaps, is the best thing that we have left. It is Meduza's texts that for many years in a row have allowed me and my loved ones, as well as millions of other Russians, not to drown in darkness, not to go insane, not to turn into eternal infants. I am frightened by the possibility that Meduza might cease to exist. Please, help Meduza, we need her.