My wife brought history. I could not share. Such stories are probably not uncommon. My wife is a therapist. From her words: A couple has been visiting me for a couple of years - he is 92, he is 90 this year. Yes, old-age wounds, but thank God, no Alzheimer’s or something like that. They talked. On May 9th we will have two celebrations for Victory plus 70 years of marriage. I was discharged from the hospital for injury at the beginning of May 45, and I met her on the 7th. The day after the victory. I gladly made her an offer. Then they wrote immediately. Seventy years together. And on the 9th, the children took the restaurant, everyone will gather, and children, and grandchildren, and grandchildren.
There was something in that generation. Let the specialists understand this. And I want to raise the ninth bottle separately for those.