History of the past time. It was in the distant, now, 90s. In 1999, in the city of Nizhny Novgorod. I was then a student of a non-civil institution and the case took place on Victory Day on May 9. I was the senior in the group dedicated to providing this celebration. The holiday itself was held in the park "Switzerland", in its programme there was a celebration of the veterans of two districts of the city - Priok and Soviet. Children’s groups spoke, respected people spoke, military specialists showed skills. Our task was to set up inventory, to ensure order, but we were not in shape. I commanded all the soldiers of one of the districts, I do not remember his name, but the colonel was real. Breast wheel, steering, voice for the whole park. As a senior, he assigned me to a responsible task, which was as follows: in addition to the spectacles at the holiday, there was also a catering in the form of a soldier's mobile kitchen with oatmeal, as well as front 100 grams. The entire stock of vodka was in four boxes near a plastic table and a stock of plastic glasses. So, I have to provide vodka for glasses for the veterans themselves, and all the other guests. Such a responsible task was provided with an instruction – if possible, grandparents to pour only 100 grams, and no more for reasons of their respectable age and only. The soldier himself, overthrowing the gram 200, removed the colonel's bushlet, and the weather was not cold in the spring, put it on me as a hangover, for the most important part, and managed the furchette at all. The veterans were very happy and pleased with what was happening, they communicated and laughed, it was clear that this is how they rarely see each other together. Well, accordingly, they approached my table not once, and it was impossible to refuse the old veteran in the repeated 100 grams, they approached by hugging and talking, and we still did not see each other for a long time. And there were tears in their eyes, that this is another year, and we saw again, and the next, maybe, no longer. On the venue, children ran, soldiers clashed near the kitchen, groomed as a soldier, played an orchestra. There is no funny case in this story. But why is this celebration remembered forever? Because he was right and needed. Without artificial pathos and excessive patriotism, without loud, unfounded speeches, bright posters and strips of Georgian tapes and other shells. It was that cold day in the park warm and not because of the vodka, which now do not give god on the holiday such to get. Where we did not go, in which year. and?