Once, at school, we were sent out to congratulate the nearby grandmother-veteran, invite her to a school concert. We bought sweets, flowers, came to the address, and there is no one at home, because of the door, no one responds to our calls and knocks. We get out of the entrance, and there the locals discuss their difficult old fate. Asked them, they say, said, died last year, heroic, said, a woman was, the whole war passed... We breathed sympathetically, went to report to the class leader about the failure of the operation, was late, said, for a year. The next day, on the ninth, the aforementioned heroine of combat and political in the parade uniform, with the chest hanged with orders, appeared to the concert.