Parade.

Strange, but one of the very early childhood memories – I am walking with my mother along Victory Street, to the cinema Victory, built by prisoners of war, there is a poster on it, on which the Motherland, and figure 35 (Yes, I learned to read and count very early, I think, for almost as long as I remember myself consciously :)) On days like this, it's tempting to philosophize, what if it weren't for the war, the story went on a different branch, there was a different world, in other boundaries, with other values, maybe, with other scientific discoveries, I would not be, and there was someone else, grandfathers did not die at the front, and mom and grandmother did not sail under the bombing on the last steamer, departing from Feodosia. Think, the majority in our country can say the same about themselves.
Is always, in childhood, loved to watch parades – now more of a habit, but the current one – didn't like – everyone was dressed in the same dark green “figure”, the same color technique – “splendor” No.