Who remembers the 25 anniversary of Victory? How to beat Russians
I remember. Early morning 9 May 1970 of the year. Khrushchev 5-floor on the New Houses in Kharkov. The house of all 5 years, he, as they used to call such houses, "factory". That is, employees of Kharkov factories received apartments in it. In our house, the vast majority of apartments belonged to the engineers and workers of the Svet Miner plant.
That year the participants of the war were only 45-50 years old ...
At first my mother and I congratulated my daddy, then her parents, who lived in the center, arrived. We sat a little at the table. Then my father went to the window, we lived on the 4 floor, started gathering and said: "I will go sit with the peasants ..."
I also went to the window and saw our neighbors, wholesome and not very good, but almost all of them were gray, had already pulled out several tables, stools and chairs, and began to set them up, putting bottles of vodka and moonshine on the tops. Immediate homemade snacks appeared immediately - pickled cucumbers, sauerkraut, bread, mushrooms, bacon.
Some men, despite the fact that it was quite warm, wore jackets with orders and medals, and many came out just in shirts.
After a few minutes, everyone sat down, and the children and women, who had also stepped out into the street, were far away, and were silently watching.
The men took turns standing up with a glass or glass in hand. Something said quietly. Then they drank.
A policeman approached, probably the district police officer, stood, he was offered a drink too, but he refused and quietly left.
Then the men sang a few songs: “Get up, great country!”, “Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order!”, “He was ordered to go to the west”, “Three tankers” and others.
I remember what surprised me the most, and then due to my childhood I couldn’t understand why they don’t laugh or smile ... Is it a holiday?
Then, they also quietly gathered from the tables and, helping each other to carry away the furniture, quietly dispersed.
Then every year their number at the table began to decline. They went to their military friends who did not live to see the Victory.
Coffins with their bodies carried out from entrances, and the remained alive accompanied their friends on their last journey.
Now no one is alive. And my old house is completely orphaned.
In the 2014 year, yellow-blue flags appeared on many of its balconies, and in the summer from the open windows there are voices of Ukrainian announcers hanging about the “Russian aggression” in the Donbas.
Maybe they were specifically waiting for the last veterans of the Great Patriotic War to leave to start killing ...
Hundreds of people from all over the world have responded to these memories. Here are just some of the responses. Descendants recall the deceased Heroes of the Great War:
- I remember very well the 25 anniversary of the Victory, I was instructed to make a stand about fellow countrymen who fought with the Nazis. I made a stand, according to information from the military registration and enlistment office, and I learned a lot about stories the village. In 1941 - 1945, 90% of the male population went to the front, and 1 returned from 7.
- On the 25 anniversary I was only a year old, but I remember the 30 anniversary well, as well as the subsequent holidays. And then, at the age of six, everyone was trying to find out from his grandfather how many Germans he had killed and was very surprised why only three. And he served in the Remotte. He received a disability before the war (he cut off a finger with a machine tool, which they sewed, but he was already shorter and did not move well). I don't remember the second grandfather. He was a medical officer and died of injuries in 46. But the grandmother's husband's husband was like an iconostasis. Antitankist, Kursk arc, storming of Berlin, iconostasis on the chest, trophy dirk. Should they be resurrected, they would immediately have taken up weapon. Eternal glory to them !!!
- I remember well. Dad then served in Lviv. (I specifically emphasize this !!) In the center of the city, near the House of Officers, a military box was being assembled, and to the tail of it were members of the families of officers. While walking in the center, people and the tail of the column were attached. The columns from the enterprises also approached, just as they grew along the road. They went to the Hill of Glory, where there were war graves.
We walked past the market (the Galitsky market was probably the most expensive in the city, perhaps), so ALL flower dealers brought all the flowers to the column, I still remember the weight of that huge bunch of flowers! It was necessary to pass the path not small, but when we were already descending from the Hill, people kept walking and walking ... One of the rules of those campaigns on May 9 was NO OBLIGATION ... We lived in Lviv for another three years, and all the time for the Day Victory was so ... And I remember an old woman, crying, who stood on the sidewalk and gave her flowers to me with the request "to put the sons for her" - she did not have the strength to walk ... I remember and ask myself: after all, IT WAS ! So how could people betray this memory ???
-- I remember. My father came home from work and set us a combat task — to find his front-line combat awards, which had no one to show before ... I first distinguished myself — I found the medal “For Military Merit” in my mother’s threadbox, then my sister discovered “For Courage” and "For the defense of Stalingrad" ... it seems like it went. Of course, they didn’t find everything, but my father wasn’t ashamed to go to our 9 May parade. Middle East in October 73-I understood why they almost did not talk about the war then.
- The bright memory of veterans who never survived until the Victory of good over evil, indifference, rudeness. I remember my mother, who was a member of the Second World War.
I remember how we went with her around Moscow on May 9 and searched for her fellow soldiers. No one from the state helped them to find fellow soldiers. She stood in line for a separate apartment for many years. And she got it only old, before death.
They were given food rations for the holidays.
They gave her the Order of the Patriotic War 2 degree.
Before that, she had one medal - For Victory over Germany.
- I am certainly not young in years, but the 25 anniversary of the Victory ..... I was not even three years old! But I remember the thirtieth anniversary. Grandpa Vasya, grandfather Taras, grandfather Peter, grandfather Kolya, only now I understand what different fates, and one War!
And what is most surprising is that they were dogged each other before the fight, and on Victory Day you can’t hear the quiet sittings of even the big word!
- I remember those years. Especially the colossal number of people with disabilities in the city where he lived hit the memory. Many were lonely, dragged the existence of alms ... some earned playing the accordion, usually drunk and dirty. Terrible memory. I saw a lot of people with disabilities in a public bath. It was the real traces of that war. Now you will not meet an invalid without both legs, moving on a platform with bearings ...
Grandfather returned from the war, physically seemingly healthy, and his mind and nerves were crippled. Sawed a lot, at night in a dream, screaming, calling someone, swearing ... In the dream he continued to fight. Two orders of "Glory" was with him.
-- I remember! My mother brought me to B. Morskaya, - then the parade was not from Pl. Nakhimov and to the Palace of Pioneers in Sevastopol, as now, - and from from the square. Pushkin - now pl. Suvorov and to Sq. Ushakov, - read it, the whole city ring.
I was incomplete 3 year, and we lived nearby. Of course, at that time I understood little, but the faces of the men walking in wide columns remained in my memory ... I remembered recently, realizing that then there were less of them than I did now ...
- 1973 year remember. I was already ten years old. Grandfather was very sick, could not speak. Just wrote. But on May 9 wore a jacket with awards and sat silently. One. Then friends came up with whom he fought and was friends. We sat and drank a little. Quickly left. My grandfather watched TV out of the corner of my eye. I was surprised that they didn’t watch the parade and films about the war. And in October, the grandfather was gone.
- I remember too. It was so. Celebrated all over the world, on the street. And before that there was a parade. From the Eternal Flame along the street of Lenin were military units of the garrison.
And they went. Winners Under the march of a military orchestra and quiet loud chime combat awards.
In these ranks all were equal. And the colonel-artilleryman, and the hard worker in a worn jacket, and the rector of the institute, and the invalid on crutches.
They were all heroes. They won in the most terrible war in the history of mankind. They smashed a strong cruel enemy. Raised the country in the difficult postwar years.
We remember. We are proud.
- My grandfather, it was already 59 years old, in five years his house with a garage and a garden, built by him long before the war, will be overwhelmed with a one-room apartment on the outskirts of the city, where he will die while I serve in the SA. In place of his house, in the center of the regional city, a school will be built, in principle, the best monument to his grandfather. I didn’t really celebrate it then, I had seen enough injuries and wounds in the bath, my grandfather lived near Gorbani, and we were all on Sundays: father, grandfather and I were in a bathhouse, although we lived in a comfortable apartment. I remembered that the board clock at work was given to my grandfather on this holiday, but the glass was all covered with a red inscription, "A full name is awarded, in commemoration of the Victory Day 25," the mother still has.
- 25 years of Victory ... Not "non-emerging" times of "global warming." Always on May 9 it was snowing.
As usual, on May 9 my mother and I were in a sanitary UAZ (nurse nurse) and her staff went to the Southern Cemetery. There was no special parade, he served as a military commissar of our region, veterans, many still strong men, passed then, as I am today.
Under the snow falling from the sky, veterans stood, glittering with medals on civilian jackets, visible from under the open coat. The band played and the musicians' lips were bluish from the cold.
Then my mother and I laid a wreath on one of the graves of either the deceased in our hospital, or the one who died in the blast in our "TOW" (February 21 1944 of the year, due to the careless handling of a combat mine, almost all of them died) the training group - more than 20 people cadets and their teacher, as well as two TAU officers who were at the time of the explosion in the office space on the floor above) and went home.
Mama, as always, cried on that day, remembering her father, who was missing.
Then they watched the Parade on our b / w TV "Emerald". Of course, the neighbors came - almost from the whole fence - the time was different, they lived closer, they were simpler.
Grandmas cried, because in our fence most of the women from 50 are soldier's widows, such as my grandmother.
Well, then we went to the grandmother's brother, grandfather Fedya.
The whole family gathered (there were a lot of Krasovskys - the family of my grandmother’s parents — 15 people); Kolya’s grandfather also came, also a brother’s brother, a former gangster, a horse thief, a criminal in his youth, who ended up in Vorkutlag and then in the penal battalion. Cavalier of the Order of Glory, front-line scout.
My mother's cousin, Aunt Tasia, a front-line doctor and her husband, Uncle Misha, also came.
In all orders, except Grandfather Fedi, he received his “Patriotic War” in 1986, but did not earn it on the front, although he fought 2 for the year, until it was written off as wounded.
About the war did not say, it was not accepted, somehow. Unless Kolya's grandfather, when he drinks, he sometimes began to tell how he slaughtered the Germans when he went beyond the front line.
And this time they silently raised their glasses, remembered all the fallen.
And then they sang songs, drank, of course, watched a concert on Victory Day on a small TV.
Well, we, the little ones, were worn by adults under our feet, playing hide and seek and war games, although the apartment of the grandfather Fedi and the women of Shura, although 2x room, was quite small, the squares of 20 ... 25, probably ...
- We went to visit aunts husband. He went through three wars and was never injured! And served as a commander of the howitzer battery, if memory serves. Vodka drank only from a cut glass and smoked Kazbek, the man was very modest.
- My father never told me anything about the war, although he started near Moscow and ended up near Konigsberg. Neither he nor his comrades talked about the war in front of me.
They simply remembered those who did not live to see the Victory, and to my questions they simply transferred the conversation to another.
I am ashamed of what is happening in Ukraine now, and not only.
If father would live to our time, perhaps I would get answers to my questions.
Eternal memory to them!
- I remember perfectly. It was a great holiday, for which we prepared both at school and at home. There was a solemn part - the adults performed officially (the collective farm chairman, the guest from the city was, all the men in the village, except literally two or three people were at the awards. Some paper was read about awarding almost all our fathers with a war veteran medal. Aunt Valya (our local amateur singer) also sang something from military songs. Then the adult population of the village had a feast, dancing to the accordion, and we ran to run - either to watch the ice drift, or just to spin at the river, this is definitely not I remember.
- They started offensively Ukraine. And the war veterans are gone ...
There are no my uncles and aunts who took Königsberg and Berlin, no my father, who in 17 began to fight near Vitebsk. There is no my uncle who, being a miner, lost an eye.
And in 13-14, I sat in front of the box and gnashed my teeth in impotence, seeing Janek snot chewing and trying to sit on two chairs. And on May 9, I drink vodka once a year. I remember and remember.
And this year I made great portraits of my father and wife’s grandfather. And we went with them to the "immortal regiment" in the neighboring town.
It was great, because a lot of people came with portraits. Played music. The column, which went to the monument to the Jewish soldiers who died in the Great Patriotic War, was accompanied by many cars.
There were girls dressed in what was then a soldier's uniform. Distributed St. George ribbons. Whoever wanted, could remember the dead and drink for the Victory.
And then we were in Haifa, at a concert dedicated to Victory. Before the start, the consul of the Russian Federation in Israel spoke. It was nice. And veterans only had 1 or 2 ...
- Now I go with my wife and children to congratulate dad on Victory Day already at the cemetery. This has become our family tradition.
- Transbaikal Military District. Chita region. Olovyaninsky district, Mirnaya station.
Great military garrison. In the army there were still few participants in the war, a little.
No TV, one radio program.
The whole cultural life in the house of officers and near the sculpture of Lenin (Ulyanov) at the stadium.
The grand meeting in the DO, then to homes, apartments, garages (sheds), dormitories.
A table, a simple and tricky snack, vodka on 3,62, even brandy, a meat dish made from rations of camel meat or a rabbit or chicken, which they kept themselves.
Natural memories of the war, the retelling of someone's memories ...
surely the songs ...
and laughter and of course tears ...
Children (us) freely, walk as much as you want ...
- And in our town did not do parades. It was a cold, foggy morning, my mother put a jacket over my jacket. Gathered at the Combine Club and went to the cemetery where there was a mass grave of soldiers who died from wounds in hospital number 3091 which was located in the school building opposite the station. At the cemetery we, the pioneers, stood in the guard of honor in turn while adults were speaking. after going home ...
I do not remember the fun then - no pump, really like a memorial day for those killed in that war.
The neighbors were Vasil Andreich, an infantry soldier as he said, with the medal "For Courage", "For the capture of Koenigsberg" and the Order of the Red Star, and Lieutenant Colonel Palen, in a blue uniform with many awards, among which was separately the Order of the Battle Red Banner. From the cemetery, they walked together and went to the store for vodka. After that, in the apartment of Palenov on the third floor, a balcony opened and both veterans, standing by the railing, smoked and talked about something. The boys and I sat on the bench at the sandpit and watched them.
For some reason, I remember that it was like something very quiet - the tape recorders were then a rarity and expensive, low-power televisions - the house is barely audible. And for some reason the radio was not turned on. And only a distant button accordion from the Noginsk village poured softly tunes ...
Much later, they began to “pump up” this day with victorious marches and reports - and then it was incredibly quiet ...
- Four years in the 25 anniversary I was. Grandfather Vasily died in 76. But I remember my grandfather perfectly. Grandfather passed the first world, Finnish and Patriotic. Never told about the war. Never in the order-medals did not dress up. Only the pads on the suit were. On May 9 I poured myself a little, silently drank and left somewhere ... The stern man was ... Now I have his awards.
- One grandfather started the war in Stalingrad, finished in Berlin, died at 1973 ... The second one started from Kiev, finished in Vienna, died at 1981 ... Both died during trivial operations - they did not wake up from the anesthesia ...
- My great-grandfather Alexei died near Smolensk 2 April 42. Another great-grandfather, Max, smelted steel throughout the war, was not allowed to go to the front. Grandma's older sister Aunt Marusya fought, awarded the Order of the Patriotic War. That's all in principle, that I could learn from my grandmothers. And my grandmother told me how they went to the toilet when they were young in a German helmet. And about hunger. About cakes of quinoa, and frozen, but such a tasty potato!
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Now it is quite obvious why it is impossible to win all those who recognize themselves as Russians, regardless of their nationality. And it is abundantly clear that they can be defeated only by knocking out the main foundation stone, Memory, from consciousness.
That is what happened in Ukraine. This is happening now in Kazakhstan, where President Nursultan Nazarbayev is pushing hard and fast for the country to switch to Latin.
Breaking the bonds of memory between the Russian and other peoples of the USSR, local elites in the former republics of the Union lead their countries to great bloody upheavals.
Our dead as sentries.
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