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We won! Whether are finished war scores?

Mai of the forty fifth. Spring. Volleys of salutes. And feeling of happiness, one on all, - the Victory! Stood, passed and won. Now, appear, there can be nothing more terrible than what is passed, tested, gained. War it is finished, we won!

It seemed, the victory is unconditional. The belief that descendants will remember everything that preceded this victory and by what price it was given was how strong...

From heroes of former times did not remain time of names.
Those who accepted mortal battle became just the earth and a grass.
Only their terrible valor lodged in the hearts of live,
This eternal flame, to us bequeathed one, We store
in a breast.
(E. Agranovich)

Passed more than half a century after the end of war, and separate “grateful descendants“ cannot finish war scores. There is a recalculation of number of the victims, recalculation of ponderability of a contribution to a victory, and there are even doubts and whether there was it, the Victory, from capital letter?

Under the car of audit also the fighting past of the people striking for the country and destiny of the people who tested horrors of concentration camps, and even the people which took out war lays down. The Victory began to be exposed to audit.

Fighters for “the historical truth“ prove that they not so were at war, not so protected and protected not that country. Claims concerning losses in this war and ways of its maintaining move forward.

Yes, war is losses. Yes, war is blood, sweat and dirt. Yes, war is inevitable cases of cowardice and treachery. Yes, war is pain of losses on not come back.

How to expect beforehand
the Difficult way of rifle companies,
Who will reach near crossings,
Who will reach the victory?
How to expect beforehand,
That it on light waits for you?.
(M. Matusovsky) whether
war without the dead, without necessary retreats, without loss Is possible

? How present seekers of truth can judge “correctness“ or “abnormality“ of the won victory? This war not only borders of human opportunities were tested. War became check and for those limits which the mankind has to reach to understand - it should not repeat.

And you with the closed eyes
Sleep under a plywood star.
Get up, get up, the brother-soldier, Take
an overcoat, went home!
What I will tell your house,
As I before the widow will get up?
Really to swear yesterday? Take
an overcoat, went home!
(B. Okudzhava)

This Victory which became permeated with the smell of gunpowder grew ripe and was forged not only on fronts, in the back, in guerrilla groups, in the cities besieged, dying in the last ditch. The main thing - the victory was forged in souls of people, in the spirit of the people, in belief that the enemy will be broken and the victory will be for us.

It was the Victory of the multinational people which battled for the country, for the family, for the world without war for future generations - for us, present. The people which won Ice slaughter, the Poltava fight won a victory in the Borodino battle, won also the most terrible war of the left century.

We will look back in far the fortieth, we will peer into what the generation singed by war happened to test and we will honor a feat of the people which bore burdens of war, stood and won.

to us will have enough i> Ha feats and glory,
of the Victory over the enemy bloody
Ha for the rest of the life. to us will have enough p> Ha grief and grief,
Where those whom we lost
of Ha for the rest of the life.
(B. Vakhtin)

… And here again spring in this world. The next time we celebrate the Victory Day. Streets are full of people with flowers. There are assumed a dignified air veterans to the Eternal flame, and again put flowers. Songs of military years sound. And air is filled with the special atmosphere of a front brotherhood, pleasure with tears in the eyes from feeling of one on all victories.

Veterans in the center of attention: people of different generations present them with bouquets, congratulate on the Victory. Among comers on parade the former military with the 22 - the summer grandson. The officer brings him on parade every year, since five-year age. Now the grandson aged in whom in far the forty first left on war. They came again together that link of times and generations that the grandson did not join ranks of the “grateful descendants“ trying to call into question our Victory was not interrupted. It gives hope for respect and memory of generations present. Hope that all points in accounts with war will be sometime finally placed.

It seems to me at times that soldiers,
C bloody not come fields, Not to our earth fell
once,
A turned into white cranes.
They since times of those distant
Fly to this day and give to us votes.
Not therefore is so frequent and sad
We become silent, looking in heaven?
(R. Gamzatov)