The joy of Victory.

For some reason, some people consider Victory Day to be an exceptionally mournful day and are zealous that no one should rejoice on this day.

I see some kind of youthful maximalism in this.

Yes, we must not forget the enormous sacrifices of the Second World War, we must not forget our grandfathers who died in those battles, but at the same time we must not rush to the other extreme and forget the very joy of victory over fascism and Nazism. One does not contradict the other.

When in a very short time the world wins the modern fascist regime – Putin’s, then we will all remember its victims: Boris Nemtsov, Anna Politkovskaya, and Ukrainian children who died under the bombing. But are we really not going to sincerely rejoice, rejoice and congratulate each other on the fall of the fascist regime?! The last in this historical segment, but perhaps not the last in the history of mankind.