Perhaps the peak of the crisis was already in the past. But we are still waiting for hard times. These times in which to be, we should be together. Unfortunately, in recent years we have lost the capacity for unity and the "common touch", which saved our country in the most difficult years. Russian society has disintegrated and turned into human dust and individuals, crushing each other in competition.
I'll give you a simple and true story. Once upon a time, in November forty-first, my grandfather was seriously wounded in the fighting north of Moscow. His thought dead and buried in shallow graves. Cold at night from the wild, he woke up, got out from under the piled up bodies and a few hours crawled to the road, where it picked up by your own. My grandfather was still alive, and after the war he worked as a tractor for a long time.
What also was not easy – disabled, with a paralyzed arm, he worked in the harvest in the field of sixteen, or twenty hours a day. My grandfather was not a battle medals or awards for their work. During the difficult years awards were given very sparingly and selectively. Not so much for his services – the exploits of casually made millions, but only to maintain morale and to show examples of the press. Otherwise, the fate of his grandfather, was probably no worse than others, against the background of many, maybe even happy. Yet out of more than two hundred went to the front men in the village, only three returned.