Tak, Tak, Tak

I can't remember whether I posted this before, but my friend Olya, a member of the great Orange revolutionary diaspora, painted a quick still-life tribute to Ukrainian President-elect Viktor Yushchenko. (Here's hoping Olechka doesn't mind my broadcasting it.)

Despite what Pravda reported two days ago, Viktor Yanukovich has not respectfully acknowledged Yushenko's tidy victory, and now the mob of Yushchenk-iacs has blocked Yanukovich from entering a government building where he was to address the Cabinet of Ministers. This may be the best evidence yet that Americans did not rig the revolution—there's no way we could muster the attention span to hang out in the cold for weeks just for the president. The cast of OC might keep people out for several days, but I have my doubts.

Tak is Ukrainian and Polish for "yes," and—according to my limited Russian, Google, and the (ahem) Russian Women Guide Message Board—there isn't a precise English translation for tak. It's one of those "prego" words that means however you say it. Phonically speaking, tak is totally hilarious to me, and the longer Yanukovich acts like a prick, the longer I get to keep saying it.