On June 12th, the Independence Day of the Woolly Bear, on this day, the Woolly Bear passed the Declaration of National Sovereignty adopted by the First People's Congress, announcing the declaration of the formal establishment of the capitalized Woolly Bear.

On Red Square, adjacent to the Kremlin, groups of soldiers dressed in new-style uniforms tread on the parade trail paved with ancient stone bars in a neat goose-like pace.

The ups and downs of the boasts and the ups and downs of the puffs and whistles have stepped on a different kind of majesty.

On the basis of retaining the epaulettes, armbands, and chest strips of the military uniform, this suit was changed to a jacket, and even all the metal accessories and logos were changed to the form of embroidered stamps.

It is in stark contrast to the former Soviet veterans who have heavy medals on their chests.

"What are these guys trying to do? Loose military uniforms are worn on them, like big bears with shy stomachs, without a trace of the demeanor of the Soviet army! ”

"Okay, grandpa, you were all decades old, and now we don't call it the Soviet Union!"

Rather than watching this group of bears walking, the young man hopes to have a phone call and a glass of whiskey with the hot hairy girl next to him.

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, Mao Xiong has completely fallen into capitalism, and these young people's passion for iron and fire, machinery and factory, blood and passion have slowly been consumed in a glass of vodka.

In the days without faith, they no longer have the motivation to work, and they are also confused about the future, except for wine and sex, the rest of their energy is vented on beating their wives.

I don't know why, anyway, it's itchy hands and I want to hammer something!

In the distance of the Heroes Monument Tower, an old woman who is mottled in her youth, with her hair full of green silk and frost, reflects the neat army like blue waves in her uncertain eyes, and slowly drives past the parade trail.

Under the magnificent Heroes Monument tower, she sat intently, with only columns of military parades striding through in her eyes.

From time to time, she flicked her delicate reading glasses, and then carefully flipped through the photo album in her hand, looking up anxiously in the crowd, her beloved lover, her expeditionary brother, her classmate's friend, which team and which column?

"Look, look, that old madman is here again, every year!"

"That's it, holding the merits of the old era and enjoying the care of the new era, how embarrassed is she!"

"Coming every year, does she think she's president?"

The sound of laughter and ridicule kept coming to her ears, but she didn't care, Alzheimer's made her more and more focused on her own world, the world of the past.

"By the small river in the field, the cranberry flowers are blooming, I and a teenager, walking outside the woods, but we will be separated after all, and the parting words full of heart can't be spoken~~~"

A wandering entertainer on the side of the road gently played the accordion, as if bringing the whole world back to memory.

"Little Martha~~Little Martha~~~"

The old man seemed to hear the departed calls, and she hurriedly searched around to determine the source of the sound.

Suddenly, a yellow-brown military uniform different from the emerald green came into view, which was the color of her memory, and at this moment it was as if the world had returned to color.

With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, fearing that all this would be like the past, and turn into a bubble!

Finally, a large, slightly rough hand grabbed her hand as if by magic, rejuvenating her body.

"Leonid !!"

The hoarse voice revealed a different kind of excitement at this moment, how many years, she had shouted this name in countless lonely nights, even if she cried blood and vomited.

They took her into their arms, kissed her white hair deeply, stroked her clumsy back, and hummed their former songs.

Then, more and more familiar young faces began to laugh and hug her, tightly hugging their most cherished little Martha.

The old man wanted to call out the names engraved on the tombstone at this moment, but because of his age, it was difficult to recall them, so he could only cry anxiously and caress these familiar faces over and over again.

"Little Martha, the war is coming, you have to hide it!"

His brother stepped forward, touched her head, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Then her neighbors, classmates, girlfriends, friends, and finally Leonid.

"No~~~"

Just like the separation scene in her memory, she knew that if they left, they would never come back.

The old man gripped his lover's wrist with all his might, hoping that he would not abandon him.

"Little Martha, my cherished lover, the motherland needs me!"

"I.... I need you ..... too."

The old man whimpered and whispered, what she had not been able to say at the beginning, but now she finally said it, but it was as low as a mosquito, and was covered by the sound of the surrounding mountains.

"Take it and we'll show up when you really need us!"

A medal of Hero of the Soviet Union was stuffed into the palm of the old man's hand, a simple metal medal in the shape of a five-pointed star, and several large characters of the Hero of the Soviet Union were engraved on the back.

When the old man looked up again, her beloved Leonid had completely disappeared into the vast sea of people.

An endless emptiness filled the old man's chest, and those dusty memories, like real scenes, made her completely collapse.

She crouched on the ground, clutching her aching chest and howling hysterically.

This is a shallow sea of people, people are chasing the army on the avenue, and no one cares about this old woman who is crying and almost fainting.

The old man smiled sadly, turned his back on the noisy crowd, and walked to the street home.

"The fields and rivers are blooming with cranberries

I walked out of the woods with a teenager

But we will be separated eventually

I can't say the words of parting with all my heart

I can't say the words of parting with all my heart

Last year, at dusk here and now, outside the horizon

I wandered with the young man when I first saw the clouds

A clump of cranberry flowers blooms leisurely alone

The time of youth is all sincerity

The time of youth is all sincerity

What will happen to each of us years from now?

Can you still remember the love at this moment?

Youth is gone, time is no longer back

May you remember the cranberry blossoms at this moment

May you remember the cranberry blossoms at this moment

May you remember that the cranberry blossoms are blooming at this moment"

Familiar melody, unfamiliar lyrics, but evoking the old man's sad memories.

So she stopped and walked to the wandering singer in the corner of the eaves, wanting to reward him with a few dollars, but it was difficult to find it in her pockets, so she could only sigh and smile at the other party, showing her helplessness.

The other party did not complain about her, but took out an old map and asked her.

"Hello, comrade!"

I haven't heard the title for many years, and the party membership that she almost forgot is awakened again.

"Oh, hello comrade, you're not a furry bear?"

Under careful identification, the other party's dirty face vaguely has a bit of a Chinese appearance.

Huaxia, where the flame of revolution shines forever, can we maintain the purest appearance!

"Are you here for a hairy bear tour? It's been a long time since I've seen people from Huaxia! Is there anything I can do to help you? ”

The visitor looked at the old man with a smile, as if he was happy that the old man could help.

"Yes, comrade, I'm here for tourism, I want to go to Stalingrad, but I can't find it on the map!"