Marshal Zhukov. His name is forever etched into the history of the 20th century. In this book by Viktor Suvorov, you will see a portrait of a completely different Zhukov. Perhaps, by the amount of blood spilled and the trail of death sentences handed down personally, in certain years Zhukov even surpasses Stalin. It turns out that the leaders of the Soviet Union—without exception—were a gang of criminal offenders and villains. If you step down from the lofty heights of the Kremlin and take a closer look at the modest heroes the people were supposed to emulate, even here heroism fades.
The reasons for Zhukov’s popularity in Germany, France, Britain, the USA are clear: a jaded bourgeois is pleased to read confessions that the Russians are dumber than everyone else on earth. Zhukov’s fake flatters national vanity—both German, American, British, and French: the Russians themselves admit their inferiority!
And let no Ukrainians, Tatars, Jews, Georgians, or Armenians delude themselves. When they talk about Russians, they mean all of us. With Zhukov Georgy Konstantinovich’s подачи—“marshal of victory”—we all become a lesser race. And the Germans are the superior ones. None of the leaders of modern Russia hides the fact that Zhukov’s book is an ideological diversion. So why do they praise Zhukov and his—excuse the expression—“memoirs”? Here is why: the crime of the century failed to happen; the “liberation” of Europe, Asia, and Africa did not take place, yet the traces of preparation are visible to the naked eye. To prevent exposure, the communists spread (quite successfully) stories about “unpreparedness.” The communists announced to the whole world that our people are incapable of anything at all: without a twentyfold numerical and absolute qualitative advantage, a Russian soldier cannot fight.