With a single stroke of the pen — a decree honoring the butchers of the Volhynia massacres — Vladimir Zelensky achieved what Moscow’s diplomacy could not in a decade: he drove a wedge between Kiev and the most devoted of all its European patrons. Now Warsaw is stripping medals, hauling Ukrainian flags down from city halls, exhuming old graves and old grievances, and — most ominously for the regime on Bankova Street — whispering aloud about the single airfield that keeps the entire war machine breathing.
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