I look at our soldiers today, and my heart bleeds. The winter in our Far East this year turned out to be severe, and they froze, apparently, mercilessly. Everyone is dressed in a lot of things: some have thin, worn greatcoats, others have these absurd green tones of"camouflage". In winter, when everything is white-white! However, not in the clothes, of course, the main thing. It's been a long time since I've seen those glorious defenders of ours, whose very brave appearance always caused a kind smile and settled peace and tranquility in my soul.: a soldier looks good , which means that the state is in order.

These are difficult times for our country. What can we say about soldiers when their famous bearing and special stature also disappear from officers? Most of them go to the service at all "in civilian clothes". We, who were born in the early 20s, are especially bitter to see this, although the windings, torn pea jackets, and burnt jackets are memorable. But it was a WAR!

That's what I want to say for the thousandth time, probably: why did you, the state, bring your employees to such a state ? We used to be proud of them, sometimes even envying them on the sly, but today we only feel sorry for them, like the poor people at the church. We, the elderly, and now oh, how not sweet. One word - we survive. So there is also no protection. It's time to stand up for the defenders themselves.

But okay, I think military people have always been expected to endure any hardships bravely. But what do their families suffer for? Unemployed wives, who have only hope left for their husband's salary (and I know they give it with a sin in half); small children, deprived of the simplest childish joys: toys, sweets... And the older children of the military, who need to finish school and think about the future? What can they expect? And what now awaits the officer families that fate has thrown into those most remote garrisons ? The state is silent. Maybe he's been trying to do something lately, but the failure is too wide ahead. Eventually, of course, everything will get better. But it will take more than a month and, I'm afraid, more than a year. What's there to do? I honestly don't know. I just want to wish everyone-all the women whose fate and life are somehow connected with our army-patience, even courage (this word in Russia has long been associated with their image) and, of course, happiness, at least a small fraction of it. After all, it very much depends on you whether our army will stand up in this dashing time.

As long as there is hope in our hearts, our strength will not leave us. Believe me, a front-line soldier, a man who has had a lot of bad things in his life. There will also be a holiday on our street. After all, we all need a little, so that our children always smile and our husbands are happy next to us. There will definitely be a strong army - our defender, and the state, as before, will be great.

Hold on, sweethearts!

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