Our Victory Day and Yours

(This piece originally appeared on Russia Beyond the Headlines)

As someone who moved from Russia to the United States as an adult, I know firsthand the difficulties of adapting to life in foreign country. New language, new culture, new rules of intra-personal relations, new climate and new food – all dawn upon you at once.

An intrinsic, if not fully appreciated, part of the adaptation process is getting used to a new set of holidays. This isn’t as trivial as it might seem: the order of American holidays often challenges the biological clock set up back in Russia. Additionally, the meaning of some of them is not always obvious to a newcomer. Eventually you settle, of course. First, you stop celebrating the official Russian holidays you remember from childhood: the Day of the October Revolution on November 7 and the Day of International Solidarity of Workers on May 1. In the United States, the Independence Day on July 4 becomes a proxy for both. Then you stop buying flowers for your wife on March 8 (International Women’s Day), although mandatory attendance at an expensive restaurant on Valentine’s Day may not appear to you as a sensible replacement. Over time, New Year’s Day, the most cherished holiday in Russia, turns into an extension of Christmas.  Finally, you realize that Thanksgiving, a day that you never heard of before moving to the U.S., has gradually become your favorite holiday.

There is, however, a Russian holiday that will always find place on my busy calendar.  It’s May 9 – Victory Day, the day commemorating the end of the World War II, known by Russians as the Great Patriotic War.  I belong to the first post-war generation, so my memory of the war can only be called historic, derived as it was from reading books and watching movies about this part of Russia’s tragic and glorious past. But although I have no memories of the fighting or the deprivations of the war years, I have my own memories of the annual military parades that take place every year on this day in Moscow’s Red Square. As a boy, I spent the morning sitting in front of a TV set, afraid to miss a blink. And then, there were war veterans filling the streets in the afternoon, their clothes shining with gold and silver of military decorations. They looked so old to me back then; today, I realize that many of them were younger than I am now.

These days, my 87-year-old mother helps my wife and me remember and celebrate this day. Every year on May 9, all three of us have a celebration dinner.  We eat Russian food, drink vodka and listen to my Mom’s “war stories.”  My wife and I already know all of them by heart, so that we can always add an important detail that Mom has forgotten since last time. A year ago, she reminded us how one night in February 1943, she was chased by a stranger who apparently wanted to rob her of bread stamps she just received. Without looking back or even screaming, Mom made the run of her life knowing that should she lose this race, her parents and two sisters would have no bread for the rest of the month. Before the dinner is over, Mom always tells my favorite story: how she learned that the war was over. She remembers exactly the time of the day and the street in Vladivostok she was on when she heard the radio announcement by the legendary Yuri Levitan. The weather was beautiful, of course, and, sure, she remembers the dress she wore that day.

Sometimes, we’re joined for dinner by our grown-up, perfectly American children. They are not expected to share the emotional atmosphere of the occasion; sitting around the table and politely listening to the conversation is all what is expected from them. As parents, we take pride in the fact that in contrast to many of their friends – and, I suspect, some U.S. politicians – our kids at least know that in the World War II, the United States and Russia were allies, not foes.

This year, Victory Day falls on a weekday, so our kids are unlikely to visit us.  I wish they could.  A couple of hours every year is not a high price to pay for reminding ourselves that the history of mankind doesn’t split along the country borders or generation lines.  It’s our common history.  And the victory we are to celebrate on May 9 is not only victory for us and our parents; it’s also victory for our children and their future children too.

For our Victory Day and yours! Cheers!

About Eugene Ivanov

Eugene Ivanov is a PMI-certified Innovation Management Consultant who helps organizations increase the efficiency of their internal and external innovation programs.
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12 Responses to Our Victory Day and Yours

  1. Happy Victory Day Eugene. Blessings to you and your family.

  2. Alex says:

    The Americans did not change much for ~ 70 years in this regard.
    http://digital.library.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc230/ – they needed it then, they still need it now.
    (some time ago I had this poster in my office – I was told – I don’t know whether it was true story or not – that some US consulate staff member passing by, saw the poster and then remarked that it should be removed as “Red propaganda” – because it were the Americans who fought for freedom ..:)

    And here how I “celebrated” the Victory Day today –
    https://picasaweb.google.com/116206527322109203297/May92012?authkey=Gv1sRgCJ-S6ZiKovKcNg – enjoy, it probably, won;t be there long .


  3. Alex says:

    Would you dig my comment – with two links – from your spam filter , please?

  4. Alex says:

    Actually the glass was blown away by ~50 km/hour wind while I was running back from the timed camera. So it is a clenched fist instead- something like “No pasaran!” (maybe, also to prevent shaking from the cold too much :). Of course, it was not a specially planned “demonstration” , but at least I remember to celebrate the Day too. 🙂

  5. Augis Barkov says:

    Interestingly, in Russia itself there are currently more and more voices heard that the Victory Day is over-evaluated. And that celebrating it has become a kind of religious cult in Russia.

    • Eugene says:

      Yes, I know. However, for as long as we have veterans of the War who are still alive, I’d prefer it this way. We can start “re-evaluating” the war and the victory when they’re gone. I personally would be reluctant to tell people that their lives were wasted for nothing.

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