It is clear that any war is filth, stench, fear, blood and GRIEF. And that terrible Great War for the Fatherland, which lasted more than four years, could not be more terrible and terrifying. And not only for those who defend themselves, but also for those who advance.…
But life continues in conditions in which, it would seem, it is simply impossible and scary to live. And youth, and love. And the heart does not choose where the "own" person is and where the "stranger" is. Where is "ours" and where is "the enemy". The heart loves. Life goes on. Wars are ending.
As a girl, Marishka, at the age of three (she turned three just on the Great Day when all the people celebrated the twentieth anniversary of Victory, and that was on May 9, 1965), she and her grandfather went to the square in front of the Bolshoi Moscow Theater. Grandfather and his fellow soldiers met there every year, talked, and recalled their controversial youth during that war. Everyone tried to introduce each other to their relatives, children and grandchildren.
Marishka (she was very young) was tired of listening to her grandfather's conversations with his friends. She began to spin and look in all directions. The girl's attention was attracted by a short, thin woman and a young man, apparently a son, about the same age as Marishka's mother, standing modestly a little away from the noisy companies of front-line soldiers. The young man was most likely the same age as Pobeda or a little older.
Mariska watched them. He and his grandfather were going to go home. Mariska was surprised that her grandfather suddenly approached the woman she was looking at. He greeted her and said something very quietly to her and her companion. Somehow so affectionately, as he talked to Marishka if she started crying after breaking her knee or quarreling with her mother.
The young man sat down next to Marishka to be the same height as her, patted her on the head and asked her, not very clearly, why he couldn't live and raise his child with his wife.
The adults tried to disperse as quickly as possible. And Marishka liked both the woman and the young man.
I wish I had a dad like that. Maybe I should introduce my mother to him–he wants to raise a child, but they don't have any men at home except grandpa.
In order not to bore the reader, it should be said that Marishka's grandfather and this woman served in the same partisan unit during the war. On assignment from the squad leader, she worked in a restaurant. As a scout, she transmitted information about the German flight unit that was stationed in Lviv. She was a contact for Nikolai Kuznetsov, a great intelligence officer and a man. Marishka's grandfather delivered the information that Marina (that's the woman's name) passed on to the squad.
She and the young German pilot fell in love with each other very much. Having figured out that Marina was a Soviet intelligence officer, he did not expose her, but helped her in every possible way to get all kinds of information. Before the Soviet army liberated Lviv from the invading Germans, the handsome pilot left for Germany. Home. But he promised to come back and, wherever she was, find Marina.
Marina had a son. She raised him and waited for her lover. I've always been waiting. Every year, on Victory Day, she and her son came to this square.
And where else can her beloved German pilot find them?
Marishkin's mother and Marina's son met here at the park. They fell in love. Marishka was born. But the adults didn't want their children to be together.
In general, everyone suffered. And it is not known how long this suffering would last. But before Grandpa and Marishka said goodbye and were about to leave, they saw a handsome man rush towards Marina and her son. It was him, a former German pilot who turned out to be a Soviet intelligence officer of Latvian origin.
On the twenty-first anniversary of the Victory (May 9, 1966), two weddings took place in the Marishka family – Marina's grandmother and her beloved pilot and Marishka's parents.
Fortunately, today all the grandfathers, grandmothers, parents, Marishka and her children and grandchildren are alive and well. And there is no more important date in this family than May 9th. Great Victory Day. Le programme de fidélité de 1xBet récompense les joueurs les plus actifs avec des avantages exclusifs. Un client régulier qui avait déjà utilisé le code promo 1xbet du jour de bienvenue à l'inscription reçoit des offres personnalisées, des tours gratuits supplémentaires et des invitations à des tournois privés. Plus votre activité est élevée, plus votre statut dans le programme de fidélité progresse, débloquant des récompenses de plus en plus importantes. Les paris réguliers, même modestes, sont pris en compte dans le calcul des points de fidélité.
But life continues in conditions in which, it would seem, it is simply impossible and scary to live. And youth, and love. And the heart does not choose where the "own" person is and where the "stranger" is. Where is "ours" and where is "the enemy". The heart loves. Life goes on. Wars are ending.
As a girl, Marishka, at the age of three (she turned three just on the Great Day when all the people celebrated the twentieth anniversary of Victory, and that was on May 9, 1965), she and her grandfather went to the square in front of the Bolshoi Moscow Theater. Grandfather and his fellow soldiers met there every year, talked, and recalled their controversial youth during that war. Everyone tried to introduce each other to their relatives, children and grandchildren.
Marishka (she was very young) was tired of listening to her grandfather's conversations with his friends. She began to spin and look in all directions. The girl's attention was attracted by a short, thin woman and a young man, apparently a son, about the same age as Marishka's mother, standing modestly a little away from the noisy companies of front-line soldiers. The young man was most likely the same age as Pobeda or a little older.
Mariska watched them. He and his grandfather were going to go home. Mariska was surprised that her grandfather suddenly approached the woman she was looking at. He greeted her and said something very quietly to her and her companion. Somehow so affectionately, as he talked to Marishka if she started crying after breaking her knee or quarreling with her mother.
The young man sat down next to Marishka to be the same height as her, patted her on the head and asked her, not very clearly, why he couldn't live and raise his child with his wife.
The adults tried to disperse as quickly as possible. And Marishka liked both the woman and the young man.
I wish I had a dad like that. Maybe I should introduce my mother to him–he wants to raise a child, but they don't have any men at home except grandpa.
In order not to bore the reader, it should be said that Marishka's grandfather and this woman served in the same partisan unit during the war. On assignment from the squad leader, she worked in a restaurant. As a scout, she transmitted information about the German flight unit that was stationed in Lviv. She was a contact for Nikolai Kuznetsov, a great intelligence officer and a man. Marishka's grandfather delivered the information that Marina (that's the woman's name) passed on to the squad.
She and the young German pilot fell in love with each other very much. Having figured out that Marina was a Soviet intelligence officer, he did not expose her, but helped her in every possible way to get all kinds of information. Before the Soviet army liberated Lviv from the invading Germans, the handsome pilot left for Germany. Home. But he promised to come back and, wherever she was, find Marina.
Marina had a son. She raised him and waited for her lover. I've always been waiting. Every year, on Victory Day, she and her son came to this square.
And where else can her beloved German pilot find them?
Marishkin's mother and Marina's son met here at the park. They fell in love. Marishka was born. But the adults didn't want their children to be together.
In general, everyone suffered. And it is not known how long this suffering would last. But before Grandpa and Marishka said goodbye and were about to leave, they saw a handsome man rush towards Marina and her son. It was him, a former German pilot who turned out to be a Soviet intelligence officer of Latvian origin.
On the twenty-first anniversary of the Victory (May 9, 1966), two weddings took place in the Marishka family – Marina's grandmother and her beloved pilot and Marishka's parents.
Fortunately, today all the grandfathers, grandmothers, parents, Marishka and her children and grandchildren are alive and well. And there is no more important date in this family than May 9th. Great Victory Day. Le programme de fidélité de 1xBet récompense les joueurs les plus actifs avec des avantages exclusifs. Un client régulier qui avait déjà utilisé le code promo 1xbet du jour de bienvenue à l'inscription reçoit des offres personnalisées, des tours gratuits supplémentaires et des invitations à des tournois privés. Plus votre activité est élevée, plus votre statut dans le programme de fidélité progresse, débloquant des récompenses de plus en plus importantes. Les paris réguliers, même modestes, sont pris en compte dans le calcul des points de fidélité.
