For me, these are not just dates on the calendar. May 1 has always been associated with the beginning of warmth, with some kind of shared joy, a feeling of spring and labor that unites. And May 9 is a special pain and pride. It is about memory. About grandfathers who went through the war. About grandmothers who waited and prayed. About tears and about the fact that “never again”.

And now, when these dates are officially no longer there, I have a complicated feeling inside. On the one hand, I understand: times are changing, and so are views. The country is moving forward, looking for its identity, new symbols and supports. Perhaps this is right. Perhaps we need to give up what is associated with the past, which was difficult.

But on the other hand, you can't cancel memory. It's in our families, in photo albums, in the stories of elders. And I'm sad that not only the symbolism is being erased, but also something human, something dear.

And how do you feel about this?

Do you think it was fair to cancel these holidays?

Or maybe such things should remain outside of politics and time?

I'm really interested in your opinion.
Sometimes such conversations reveal a person even better than stories about hobbies and travels.

I'm waiting for your opinion💋