Happy Victory Day!
 

I want to congratulate all participants of the forum on the Day of Victory of the Soviet people over fascist Germany!
Eternal Glory to our veterans and the Eternal Memory of those who never returned from that war!

In my collection unfortunately little military theme. Here are two works (one former). There are drawings of a war correspondent Novikova, made in 1942-43 GG directly on the front.

Yevgeny Khaldei - war photographer

Take coat, went home
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And we're with you, brother, from the infantry.
And in the summer better than winter.
With the war finished we abacus
take his coat, and went home.

The war we bent and mowing,
came to an end and herself.
Four years without a mother, son
take his coat, and went home.

By the ashes and ashes of our streets
again, again, my companion,
starlings missing returned
take his coat, and went home.

And you with eyes closed
sleeping under the plywood star.
Get up, get up, brother-soldier,
take his coat, and went home.

What should I say your home,
as I get up in front of a widow?
Is it possible to curse the day yesterday?
take his coat, and went home.

We all wars crazy kids --
and general, and private.
Again the spring with white light
take his coat, went home
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1.Na photos: Bulat Okudzhava. 1944

While all disputes "as we arrange the forum (Russia, the planet Earth, Universe)" I will continue here. I have a small corner of the house to the Day of Victory erected, tomorrow will be a lot of visitors ...
In the photo - my maternal grandfather Filippov Alexander, Lieutenant Colonel of the Soviet Army. Photo 1945. And it is those orders, which in this photo.

1. Parents and sister. Father-captain. 1949
2. Even with his brother. 1952

Dear members and all readers a forum ARTinvestment.RU!

Congratulations to you and all your loved ones with the anniversary of the Great Victory! Thank your fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfather, who brought nearer the day!

And if anyone of you personally participated in the Great Patriotic or toiled in the rear, helping our common victory, a low bow to him for this great feat!

... I often dream of all guys
    Friends of my military days,
    Dug our three rolling,
    Pine burned over it.
    As if I re-together with them
    I'm standing on the fire line --
    In an unfamiliar village
    In unknown places.

In my family all fought, and I tsepanulo word war in the 80's, just another meaningless. Happy holiday! Happy Victory Day!

Happy holiday.
 

Victory Day is dedicated
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               Vladimir Vysotsky

From the border we turned the land back
It was the case, first,
But it spun back to our battalion
Pushing foot of the Urals.

Finally we were given orders to advance;
Filter our span and tufts,
But we remember as the sun set sail back
I almost went down in the east.

    We are not measures the earth moves,
    Ponaprasnu flowers tugging,
    We push her boots
    From myself, from myself.

And the wind from the east ducked haystack
Clinging to the rocks flock.
The axis of the earth we have moved without a lever,
By changing the direction of impact.

Do not worry, when not on the spot sunset
Doomsday - a fairy tale for grown-ups,
Simply rotate the earth, where they want,
Our replacement company on the march.

    We crawl, tubercles kisses,
    Hummocks squeezed evil, dislikes,
    And knees ground push
    From myself, from myself.

Here no one has found, even if I wanted
Hands up raised.
All the tangible benefits of living bodies
How to use the cover of the fallen.

This stupid lead all at once I find,
Where to overtake - straight or rear?
Someone there, in front, leaned on the dot,
And the earth momentarily froze.

    I have a foot behind your left,
    In passing, the dead mourning
    Globe I move elbows
    From myself, from myself.

Someone stood at full height
And, bowed,
Took a bullet in the breath.
But to the west, the west creeps Battalion,
To the sun rose in the east.

Belly in the mud, breathing the stench of the marshes,
But the eyes are closing on the smell.
Today on the sky the sun is normal,
Because we relocate to the West!

    Hands, feet on the spot whether there are any?
    As the wedding, sipped the dew,
    Earth pull the teeth of the stems
    For himself, for himself, from himself!

Friends! All the Victory Day! Our fathers and grandfathers, grandmothers and mothers have extracted this victory, defending their country and believing in a brighter future.
I believe that our peaceful victory ahead! And let our discussion creative battles never develop into war! Once a holiday!