Hello everyone, good evening everyone. !

I understand that May 9th is still far away, and that perhaps many will consider this post as something not related to cars, etc., etc.

But still.
The impetus for this post was something that caught my eye last night.

Everything under the cut
Ordinary Tuesday, phoned friends to meet in the city. My brother took the car an hour before departure, so I had to use public transport, the metro.

I go down to the subway, I go into the car .. All as usual tired faces, after work they go home, drunken students celebrating March 8 in advance, as always, everything is normal ... and grandfather comes in at one of the stations.
The jacket was unbuttoned, breast medals peeked out from under it. there was the same veteran ... I smiled, remembered those years, and noticed that no one gives way to my grandfather .... I stood, a guy was sitting to my left, or rather a premature baby of 25 years old, headphones on the floor of the muzzle, and the guy closed his eyes And he can't see shit in front of him. I pulled him by the shoulder ... silence, even if I moved, I didn’t even open my eyes, I pulled it harder again so that the floor of the car was already looking at us ..... He takes off the headphones and I
Him: What are you doing? "
Me: Grandpa is standing in front of you and you pretend that you don’t see him, give up your seat, sit still "
He: Am I sitting here alone, go to someone else to ***!

I didn’t have time to answer him when everyone was already awake and let’s support me. That’s right, they say give way to the old man, he fought for you and you pretend that you don’t see him ....
And the herd propaganda of respect for the elder rushed, as usual, although everyone saw him and everyone was sitting ...

In the end, they finished off this okhlamon, got up, gave in, it seems, he did a favor ......
I came home, all on emotions, anger, shame for people, and you think what is happening every day ..

And creatures like those who spit on age, on the merits of people who were ready to lay down their lives for us, PUNISH, TEACH!

We are the LAST GENERATION SEERING VETERANS

Respect, pride, HONOR for those who fought for us, for our parents, for our children and grandchildren should be with us, and not the shame of shame that remains after those who spit on the lives of those who will soon be only in history, stories .. .

These are the last Heroes of our time, Let's do everything to make their lives brighter, full of kindness and gratitude!

Let's remember to whom we should be grateful for the present and the future!

Thank you all for your attention and understanding

POV Nastya I slowly and calmly walked to one place. There was a small bouquet in my hands. It was on this day that someone close to me died. The cemetery was close, but then I ran into one boy and heard his conversation: - My great-grandfather has already got me! ! What did he say? How can you hate a man who just cares about you?! Bitch, idiot! I turned around and hit him in the back with all my might. “Hey, bitch, how dare you hit me, and for what?” he asked with anger. “How dare you talk about your great-grandfather like that? Did he get you? Protects? He loves you, cherishes you, and you? You don’t deserve him!” I said angrily. - Yes, you went! - I went myself! End POV Nastya POV Sasha What does this fool think about herself?! You see, I'm not worthy of my great-grandfather! And she doesn't deserve anything at all! While I was desecrating it to myself, I didn’t notice how I approached the cemetery. I turned my head and saw that girl who was angry with me. She stood near one of the monuments and cried. no one noticed me and approached the grave where she stood. "Alexander Nazarov" read the first inscription. I left the cemetery and went to the hill. It was close and when I got to it, I saw this girl. She sat huddled and looked at the setting sun. - Beautiful sunset, isn't it? - I tried to start a conversation. - Yes, very beautiful, - she said and turned her head, - What do you want? I sat down on the grass and began to say: - I'm sorry. I spoke so badly about my great-grandfather, and you heard. I'm sorry, - I said in a calm tone. - No need to apologize. I just got a little pissed off, that's all. -And because of what? -Because you didn't understand one thing. -And what is it? -And so. After all, we are the last generation that sees veterans. In the future, our children will know about the victory, they will know about the heroes, but they will not be able to see them! They will not be able to ask them, they will not listen to their stories. but every year there are fewer and fewer. That's why it's so important! - Yes, veterans are dying. Yes, someday they will not be. But if we remember them, they will remain in the hearts of anyone! "Your truth," she said with a smile. -Goodbye! -See you!

"We are the last generation that sees veterans. The last generation that will thank them. Years will pass, all veterans will die. We will not be able to thank them for the victory, but the memory of their feat will remain in everyone's hearts. It will remain forever ... And we we must respect these people not only on May 9, but always ... "

The end of POV Sasha ________________________________________________________________________ It didn't turn out very well, but I ask you to rate my nonsense. If you like it (which I doubt), then write why!

An old man climbed into the cabin of an almost empty route Gazelle with difficulty. The only passenger in the minibus, a young student guy, looked up from the window and looked at his grandfather. He was very old, his face was completely wrinkled, and there was sadness in his watery blue eyes. Sitting down in an empty seat, he groaned and reached into the pocket of his old overcoat. The conductor, no longer a young woman, watched his movements, waiting for the old man to take out a ten-ruble bill and pay the fare. However, the old man was in no hurry to do so. He fumbled for a long time in his pocket, then began to fumble in another. Apparently, not finding what he needed, he reached into the inside pocket of his coat. He did all this very slowly. This began to annoy the conductor. She had already tore off the ticket to the old man, but he was in no hurry to pay. The woman was very tired today: in order to be in time for work, she got up at half past five in the morning and since then she has not been able to rest properly.
The old man, meanwhile, still could not find what he was looking for. He unbuttoned his overcoat and reached into the pockets of his tweed jacket, which had a star on the collar. The student guy, seeing her, simply gasped: it was the star of the Hero of the Soviet Union. Next to the star, he also noticed several orders: "For Courage", the Order of the Great Patriotic War, the medal "For the Liberation of Leningrad".
The conductor also noticed what was on the old man's jacket, but did not attach any importance to this. “Anyone can attach all these medals ... Let him show the veteran’s crust,” she thought with irritation, saying goodbye to ten whole rubles, which the old man, apparently, would not pay.
However, the old man could not find the certificate of a participant in the Great Patriotic War anywhere. Then he remembered that he had left it at home.
- Daughter, I am a veteran, I forgot my certificate at home, just something ... - having stopped fumbling in his pockets, the old man said with difficulty, trying to smile. Not so long ago, he suffered a stroke, and now every word was given to him with difficulty.
I won't let you out without a certificate. These medals are yours, grandfather, they don’t say anything yet, anyone can buy such medals at the market and walk with them later, - the conductor blurted out angrily.
- Daughter ... But where can you find such medals? ... - the old man asked in surprise.
- I don't care, grandfather, either you show your ID or pay the fare, - there was annoyance in her voice.
- Yes, I'm telling you that I forgot my certificate at home. And I don't have any money with me. Look at my medals! I'm a Hero of the Soviet Union! Where do you get such medals, daughter?
- Now you can get everything!
- Are we for the sake of people like you, sixty years ago, crawled in the trenches near Leningrad? There was no rage in the old man's voice, there was a strange sadness and regret in it. “For the sake of you, our children, we killed the Nazis, sparing no effort, daughter!” For the sake of having a peaceful sky above you, we fought without knowing rest! Daughter ... - the old man fell silent, looked somewhere in the distance, out the window, sighed and reached into his pocket for his wallet. Taking it out, he pulled out a crumpled bill.
The woman sat, obviously triumphant. Is it her fault that old people forget all kinds of certificates at home, after all? And they lie that they have no money!
- Here, take it, daughter ... I give the last money.
- Grandpa, wait! – suddenly gave voice guy. He took out a ten-ruble bill from his pocket and handed it to the woman. The latter was confused. Did the guy decide to pay for the old man? Well, although, the money is something he wants, let him do it. She gave the student a ticket. He, in turn, gave it to his grandfather.
The veteran with trembling hands silently accepted the ticket from the hands of the young man.
- Thank you, son ... - he whispered a little audibly. - Health to you, dear, and to all your relatives, love, happiness ... Thank you, dear ...
The guy just smiled back.
- Nothing, grandpa. This is your health and happiness! Thank you for everything, grandfather, thank you for us, for the peaceful sky above our heads ...
The old man turned to the window. With trembling hands, he squeezed the ticket bought by the guy in his hand. Then he closed his eyes. Tears flowed from his eyes...