It's the Victory Day. The holiday full of blood, tragedies and tears. The holiday that has brought us blue sky and the hope for happy future.
The price of it was too high - millions of deaths, millions of broken families and oceans of tears and fear...

I wanted to make a big post about it but, to tell you the truth, I just can't.. I start to cry.
I really take this holiday close to my heart and when I think about the price of it I can't stay calm.
There is no family in the post-soviet countries who wasn't touched by this blood war.
And mine isn't an exception.

I can't be calm looking at veterans (old people who are still alive but who saw this war by their own eyes)
I can't stay calm looking at war monuments - they have great and powerful energy of pain and fear...
I can't be calm when this day comes every year, because we had all chances not to have all these days at all..

The photo shows the most horrible monument of the war that is situated in my native city Kerch.
I was there when I was a child. But I remember it like it was 1 hour ago.

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Death to german occupants - the words say

Endless fear, hopelessness, despair, pain and desire to live is felt inside

Most people walk there and look at it like at the monument, emotionless, but I could't stare around because I felt that very hard energy of those dead people

The history says many people tried to find safety inside of these huge stones during the war, and most of them dead inside because og hunger and lack of water...