Hello, great-grandfather Vasily!
We are again on the eve of the Victory Day. And I want to ask your forgiveness. Forgive us for failing, forgetting about your exploits and war heroes. In the eternal disputes we have lost the main thing – our history.
After all, you defended Moscow, froze in the Belarusian swamps, liberated Prague. And now they say that it was in vain. That your victory was an occupation, that Leningrad could have bn surrendered, that I should pity the Nazis, and that the Victory Parade is a victory psychosis.
Can I do that?
Of course not!
Hello, Grandpa Miron!
They told me how you were chasing the Banderovites through the forests of Ukraine without thinking about sleep or warmth. Liberating and slowly advancing. Seeing villages burned down by them and children killed.
You got rid of these scum, not sparing your life. And now their descendants say they were heroes. And I am now supposed to say: “Glory to the heroes” and disown you, the Soviet soldier.
They say they won the war, but as before they are fighting children and old people, destroying towns and villages, leaving behind scorched earth and ash on their boots. Can it be so, if only 77 years have passed since the Victory? It can. I’m sorry we couldn’t destroy them all.
Hello, great-grandmother Elsa.
Sorry for the yellow star being in vogue again, only this time for the Russians. Now they say that a Russian is not a liberator, but a subhuman. How familiar. They used to say the same thing about you during the pogroms in Lviv and Kiev.
Who gave them the right to decide who is worthy to be called a human and who is not? We did. By our indifference to our history.
Hello, Russian soldier!
Forgive us for not being able to keep our world from war. We calmed down and thought that a peaceful life was forever, and that freedom is granted without a fight. It turned out that it wasn’t.
Fascism is all around us. It is once again marching across our land, flashing its flags and chevrons of Azov, Aydar and the Right Sector. It is all around us. It is already here. And that is why you are again back in line, as you were in that terrible year of 41.
You are a Chechen, a Bashkir, an Ossetian, an Abkhaz, an Ukrainian, a Buryat or a Belarusian. You are a Russian soldier, whoever you are! You came to defend those who are weak and helpless. You have come to win. Again and again.
Again & again. As once in the trenches of Stalingrad, so now in the steppes of Donbas.
This war will be as hard as it was then. Not everyone will be able to live to this victory, but fascism will be destroyed and will never raise its head again. I believe that victory will come.
The rebuilt cities of Ukraine and Donbass will celebrate May 9. Kyiv, Donetsk, Luhansk, Odessa, Sloviansk, Kharkiv, Dnipropetrovsk and other cities will have a parade, where, as many years ago, the Victory Banner will be carried.
And the flags of that Nazi Ukraine will be thrown to the monuments of heroes. And we will wait for that victory.
By Faina Savenkova from #Lugansk
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