Bringing “ours” greetings

Shortly everyone will be greeting women on the occasion of March 8, the International Women’s Day, and I’m still writing about we, on February 23, brought greetings to people under our are. But it’s better late then never, right?
You know, February 23, May 9, those are days when people OVER THERE are so happy that we can’t even imagine.
Over there–in LPR. Over there–in Novorossia. Over there–where there’s war. Where people have been living on top a volcano for 4 years already.
This day is unbelievably important to the Donbass people.
We brought greetings to the men under our care with what many internet users think foolish, ironic, but to them important little things. Not everyone can always afford to buy shaving cream or deodorant.

Seryozha…Seryozha was a tank commander and served near Moscow. Once upon a time he was Ukraine’s boxing champion.
Now he’s disabled–he’s lost a leg, he has polyarthritis. He lives in a retirement home. His house in Khryashchevatoye is gone, it was bombed out during the summer of ’14.
But you know Seryozha!!))) Our Seryozha!
If not, please click on the Kutsenko tag at the bottom of the article.

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Fatherland Defender’s Day

Not every man is a defender. The presence of testicles does not bestow this quality on everyone.
I’m often near the Partizanskaya metro station. The monument to partisans stands there.
There is a grandfather, next to him a youth and a woman.
One can stand without end.
Here’s a grandfather, a grandson next to him. Or no, perhaps not–not a grandson, they met later. Rather the boy’s parents were shot back in 1941. While he was watching, hiding in the garden. Then there’s a woman. Straight-backed, resting on a submachine-gun. Her husband was most likely hanged. She’s not young, all of her children were probably killed…
And he, with a beard, stands and raises his hand.
I can’t convey how much pain is contained in that monument.
I don’t understand that day. I don’t understand to whom it is dedicated

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