Happy Victory Day!

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Orchestras, parades, flowers, orders and medals ... Perhaps, this is the only right celebration in our country that is truly national. Too much of each of us associates with it. And you know what ... Probably, this day is given to us so that we try to distract from everyday fuss and try to understand and appreciate all these “harmful” old men and grannies, who sometimes get tired of us in life. Look - there is that grandfather who grumbles all the time on the bench when you park at the porch, maybe it was he who blew up that bridge with a fascist freight train that drove shells and bombs on your city. On your family and friends. And who knows, would not one of the projectiles cause your non-appearance to the light? But this granny, who made a scandal about the night party in your apartment - being an 18-year-old girl, she carried your grandfather on her fragile shoulders from bullets and fragments, saving him life. But this pair of “God's dandelions”, shuffling softly under the arm along the steps of the front door, in besieged Leningrad, sheltered a homeless child who lost his relatives and friends, and shared with him his meager ration of bran bread. Was it your father?

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I understand that in ordinary life we ​​don’t even think about it - business, care, not old people with their problems ... But today - forget everything, look at them with different eyes. I assure you, they are not so harmful.



And with the holiday of all of us, with great and joyful, despite all the hardships and crises.