today our country celebrates national unity day. folk festivals, concerts, exhibitions, sporting events, charity events, for everyone. in every city. on national unity day, muscovites traditionally lay flowers at the monument to minin and pozharsky on red square. the president did not break this tradition either. evgenia petrukhina will tell you how the ceremony went, what vladimir putin and its participants were asked about. this ceremony has already become a tradition, but every year it is special. nik kuzma

minin and dmitry pozharsky on red square, vladimir putin, kneeling on one knee, lays a bouquet of scarlet dews. and then, he bows his head as a sign of respect for the liberator of the country from the polish invaders. following the president to the monument, representatives of religious associations all go together. in multi-confessional russia , the day of unity is just that, unifying. immediately after, patriarch kiril of moscow goes to the president while members of public and youth organizations lay flowers at the monument, the patriarch and the president have a few minutes of conversation, a long handshake. chairman of the council of muftis of russia ravil gainuddin gives vladimir putin a note and thanks him for supporting the idea of ​​construction.

mosques in patriot park, on red square, vladimir putin is already waiting: victory volunteers, young army members, representatives of the popular front, the movement of the first, i’m all looking at you, volunteers, rescuers, the popular front, you’re all actively involved, useful work, great, great, thank you great and to everyone with whom you work, you perform your such a heartfelt, sincere civic hand over. a group photo with the president, please take a selfie for your mother, a photo for your grandmother, please do not take off your junior badge from kiitel, those who volunteered to carry out the tasks of a special military operation, the young people also tell vladimir putin about this, my dad is taking part in a special military operation operations, and i also know many foreigners

who left as volunteers, defending the positions of russia with honor, allow me to present you with our badge, thank you, it serves as an eternal symbol of brotherhood, the unity of all young army men, wherever they are, this it will be especially valuable for our guys who take part in special military operations, how to support dad, communication , well, no, it’s clear how we correspond, yes, i write letters, as i write on my own behalf, and to my father to all his military comrades. the same letters and soldiers’ triangles were brought to red square today and shown to vladimir putin. more than a million such letters were sent from the rear to the front. these letters help them, save their lives, help you regain your spirit. i know, i know, and this is a very important thing, so moral support for people who daily, and maybe even often, are fighting for their lives, here, on red square, guests from

the liberated territories, thank you for bringing us back home, sorian lands, if we didn’t believe in you, if it weren’t for you if they beat everyone up, they would never have done this. thanks are followed by ideas and suggestions; a member of the popular front and the expeditionary project northern landing, pyotr mamontov proposed organizing an arctic training ground for special forces in the kantoman autonomous okrug. of course, arctic expeditions are tests of the use of weapons, our russian equipment, and communications. navigation, nutrition, we do all this together with the special forces of the ministry of defense, that we need an arctic training ground, where is your proposal, well , we’ll pass it on to whom, you tell us, leave his phone number, the volunteers told vladimir putin that military doctors at the front now we need, for example, reinforced tape, but volunteers cannot provide it, reinforced tape, flashlights, felt-tip pens and this

they cannot purchase because they do not have a permit. well, then photos, photos, photos of the most modest ones, vladimir putin invites you to take photos himself, well, how can you not tell about your hero, that he wanted to become like my dad, a makha, who died on february 27, 2022 in ukraine, while serving as a military master, how do you like it? who else do you have a brother brother have a brother older younger younger younger how many five good do you love? and somewhere in a moscow school? do you like it? and everyone wants

to share their results with the president work on the humanitarian front line. here are volunteers from donetsk and the front lines... in the kalininsky district, while clearing away the debris, the guys and i found a broken children 's wheelchair, so the neighbors told us that this was the only means of transportation for the girl natasha, who lived there, so the guys and i are literally in within a few hours we found a new one and brought it there , no one still believes that we are here on red square participating in such an event with the supreme commander-in-chief, ideas directly the president, who responds to every appeal with attention and understanding. here are the contacts of those who just spoke with vladimir putin, recorded by employees of the presidential administration. and the issue is often resolved in a matter of minutes. evgenia petrukhina, vesti. the grand exhibition forum

of russia opened at vdnkh. it presents an exposition of all 89 regions and leading sectors of the economy. the main achievement of the country. it’s not just interesting, but also useful, the main thing is how to attract people to your pavilions, there are a great many pavilions, i let me remind you that pavilions of the constituent entities of the russian federation, as well as relevant ministries, are presented here, the task of each is to attract visitors to their site and not just tell them about their work, about their activities and benefits, but to involve them in the activities, so it is truly interactive a lot, in particular, at the pavilion of the medical cluster that opened today, it was possible to resuscitate a child. what's his name? vanya. the greatest

activity, of course, is perhaps still in the pavilions of the ministry of sports, here for visitors were presented with such classic interactives, it would seem that for us it was... football, basketball, but they could play something unusual for the average person, in particular bot battles, drone battles, and another novelty was a sport mixed with esports, these are fidgetal games , deputy prime minister dmitry chernyshenko got to know him better and he reminded that for the first time in the world, a championship in these sports, for these games, will be held next year in kazan. we are waiting. more than 100 participating countries, within 9 days of competitions in twenty-one completely new disciplines and according to new rules that do not fall under the regulation of international sports organizations, which we see in every way

trying to block the development of sports in the world, to isolate us from world sports, and world sports, most importantly, from us, because that this is a huge loss: first of all for themselves. there was a lot of interesting things today at the prirodograd pavilion, where you could learn about your personal impact on the environment and how it can be neutralized by tree planting. in addition, you could try your hand at ridding natural waters of plastic, and also look for minerals and study animals from the red book. deputy prime minister victoria dealt with all this a little bit. this is an amazing fairy tale about how to build relationships between man and nature. there are several locations here; it will be of interest primarily to children, who will be able to tell their parents how they can and should live environmentally. here, right at

the exhibition, adults and children will be able to chop plastic bottles, for example, or some other plastic waste in order to make a new product right at the exhibition from... this recycled plastic. in this case, we are talking about a processing workshop, where it is actually shown step by step , how from plastic caps, first a material is obtained, then it is turned into a certain kind of mixture, and then from this mixture you can make, say, badges or keychains, whatever your heart desires, here children will be able to recycle plastic caps, for example, we have such lids, we sorted them, maybe by color, by type of plastic, and we immerse them in an electric shredder, turn them on, crush them, we get such crumbs, we immerse this crumbs , for example, in a heat press, they poured it here, closed it, melted it down, we get sheets, then from these sheets we can... cut out such tablets for events, for performances, but the most important thing is that it tells not how you can change

the plastic, change the material, but also how you can change your attitude and how important it is to change your attitude towards the surrounding nature, in first of all, of course, this is the awareness of all of us that for us the present moment is nature, how each of us relates to it, and everyone’s choice... we make this choice every day, believe me, it is extremely important for the preservation of our nature. i am sure that there is still a lot of interesting things ahead, because today is only the first day of the exhibition, but we will continue to follow it. anna boronina, vladimirin, andrey melnikov, international exhibition forum russia to conduct. time spent with family is priceless. you can do sports or creativity together, or you can all take part in

the competition together, it’s a family affair and win great prizes, details on etofamily. rf. hello, i'm the director, vladimir bortk, and i'm from st. petersburg. we all hear it often. about such a concept as russian character. and we seem to understand what we are talking about, about the ability for instant mobilization, perseverance, collectivism, and a sense of mutual assistance. this example now, when there is a war, when heroism is commonplace, when a warrior sacrifices his life saving his comrades, and does not spare himself, trying to fulfill the task assigned to him, nothing. there is, but where do these wonderful

traits of a persistent fighter come from? what manifests itself on the battlefield is inherent in him initially, in his character, it comes from the concept, oddly enough, compassion and humanity, present in our person from childhood, from his mother, from my father, from friends in the yard, from our whole life, it’s about this... character that i want to tell you, together with the wonderful writer alexei tolstoy, this writer is a descendant of the famous lev nikolaevich tolstoy, after the revolution, he went to france, but then he returned, wrote many good books, everyone read buratin, but besides buratin, he wrote wonderful novels, peter ii, through torment and many stories, one of them about the russian character, i want

to remind you, a story about a russian soldier , yegor dremov, a tank driver, during the great patriotic war, and the great difference today is during the battle of kursk, when the germans were already bleeding, the core. dremov on a hillock, in a wheat field, was hit by a shell, three of the crew were killed immediately, a tank was hit by a second shell caught fire. the driver chuvelev, who jumped out through the front hatch, again climbed onto the armor and managed to pull out the lieutenant. he was unconscious, his overalls were on fire. as soon as chuvelev pulled the lieutenant away, the tank exploded, and with such force that the turret was thrown off.

at 50. chuvelev threw handfuls of loose earth on the lieutenant’s face, on his head, on his clothes to put out the fire, then crawled back to ours, from crater to crater, onto the dressing line, why did he drag it - chevilev said, i hear, but he has a heart knocks, yegor dremov survived and did not even lose his sight, although his face was. so charred that in some places guests could be seen. he spent 8 months in the hospital, he underwent plastic surgery, his nose, lips, eyelids, and ears were restored. 8 months later, when the bandages were removed, he looked at his own, but now not at his face , the nurse who handed him a small mirror turned away and began to cry, he immediately returned the mirror, it can be worse, he said,

you can live with this, but more he did not ask the nurse for the mirror, only often... felt his face, as if getting used to it, the commission found him fit for non-combatant service, then he went to the general and said: “i ask for your permission to return to the regiment, but you are disabled,” the general said: no way, i’m a freak, but this will not interfere with the matter, i will restore combat capability completely, what the general during the conversation, he tried not to look at him, yegor dremov noted, he not only grinned , lilomi, straight as gap lips, he received a twenty-day leave to completely stop his health, went home to his father and mother in the saratov region, this was just in march 1944, on station he thought

take under water, but had to go. 18 versts, there was still snow all around, it was damp, desolate, the icy wind blew off the hem of his chanel, the wind whistled in his ears with lonely melancholy , he came to the village when it was already dusk, there was a well, a tall crane swayed and creaked, hence the sixth hut parental, he suddenly stopped, putting his hands in his pockets. he shook his head, turned sideways towards the house , got stuck knee-deep in the snow, bent down to the window, saw his mother, in the dim light of a turned-down lamp, she was getting ready for dinner, that’s all in the same dark scarf, quiet, unhurried, kind, aged, thin shoulders sticking

out, oh, if only i knew, i had to write money, at least two words, i collected a chair, a simple cup of milk, flavors of bread, two spoons, a salt shaker and thought, standing in front of the table, his thin hands folded under his guns, yegor dremov, looking through the window at his mother, realized that it was impossible to frighten her, it was impossible for her old face to tremble desperately, but oh well. he opened the gate, entered the courtyards on the porch , knocked, his mother answered the door, who there? he answered: lieutenant, the hero of the soviet thunder, his heart was so choked, he leaned his shoulder against the lintel, no, his mother did not recognize his voice, it was as if he himself had heard his voice for the first time, changed after all

the operations, hoarse, dull, unclear. “father, what do you want?” she asked. marya polikarpovna brought a bow from her son, senior lieutenant dremov. then she opened the door for him and rushed to him, grabbed him by the hands, you are alive, my yegor, healthy! father, yes you are go into the hut. yegor dremov sat down on the bench, i’m tired of that the very place where i once sat. when his feet did not yet reach the floor, his mother would stroke his curly head and say eat orca, he began to talk about his son, that is, about himself, in detail, how he eats, drinks, does not suffer need for anything, always healthy, cheerful, well, and briefly about the battles where he participated with his tank

, you tell me, it’s scary in war, i interrupted him, look... at his face with his dark, unseeing eyes, yes, of course, it’s scary, masha, however, is a habit; her father, yegor yegorovich, who also gave up his beard over the years, came he was sprinkled with flour as if, looking at the guest, he stomped on the threshold with broken felt boots, slowly unwound his scarf, took off his sheepskin coat, walked up to the table, shook hands. ah, the friend was a broad, fair, parental hand, without asking anything, because everything was clear even without it. why is the whole fordenach guest here? sat down and also began to listen, half closing his eyes. the longer lieutenant dremov sat, unrecognized and talked about himself

and not about himself, the more impossible it was for him to open up, to stand up, to say, yes , you recognize me, the freak, mother, father. he felt good at the parent's table, no offense. well, let's have dinner, mother, we're saving for the guest. yegor yegorovich opened the door of stalin's cabinet, where in the corner, to the left, there were fishing hooks, a matchbox , they were now lying there, and there was a teapot with a broken spout, it was still standing there, where it smelled of stave crumbs and onion shucks. took out a bottle of wine, enough for two glasses , sighed, so as not to get any more, sat down to dinner, as in previous years, only at

dinner, senior lieutenant dremov noticed that his mother was especially closely watching his hand with a spoon, he grinned, the mother raised her eyes, her face trembled with illness. we talked about this and that, what spring would be like, whether the people in the village would improve, about the fact that this summer we must wait for the end of the war, and why do you think that this summer we must wait for the end of the war, the people went through death, answered, now it you can't stop it, the german has a hood. marya polikarpovna asked: you didn’t tell him when he would be given leave? he's coming to visit us on leave, he hasn't been seen for 3 years, he's become an adult, he walks around with a mustache, it's death every day,

tea and his voice has become rough, but he’ll come, maybe you won’t know, the lieutenant said, they took him to sleep on the stove, where every brick, every cracked wall, every knot in the ceiling smelled of sheepskin and bread. that familiar comfort that the immortal hour is not forgotten, the march wind whistled over the roof, the father was snoring behind the partition , the mother was tossing and turning, sighing, not sleeping, the lieutenant was lying face down, face in the palm of his hand, i really didn’t recognize it, i think, not really i didn’t recognize it, mom, mom. the next morning he woke up from the crackling of firewood, his mother was carefully fiddling with the stove, they were hanging on an outstretched rope near the washed

footcloth, washed boots stood at the door, are you eating pancakes, she asked, he didn’t answer right away, got off the stove, put on his tunic, pulled on his belt and sat down on the bench in a deep voice, tell me, does katya malysheva live in your village? andrei stepanovich’s little daughter, she graduated last year, she’s our teacher, and why do you need to see her? your son, he asked you to say hello to her, the mother sent a neighbor’s girl for her, the lieutenant didn’t even have time to put on her shoes when katya malysheva came running, her big gray eyes brightened, her eyebrows flew up in amazement... from her head to her shoulders.

a knitted scarf, the lieutenant even thought to himself, he would kiss that warm blond hair, that’s just how his girlfriend seemed to him, fresh, gentle, cheerful, kind, beautiful , so that when he came in the whole hut became golden, you brought a bow from yegor, he turned his back to he just bowed his head to the light, because he couldn’t speak, and i’m waiting for him day and night , so tell him, she came close to him, looked, and as if she had been lightly hit in the chest, leaned back, got scared, then he firmly decided to leave , today, the mother of the runaway pancakes with with baked milk, he again talked about lieutenant dremov. this time he spoke cruelly about his military exploits, without raising his eyes to katya, so as not to see

the reflection of his ugliness on her sweet face. yegor yegorovich began to fuss to get a collective farm horse, but he left for the station on foot, as he arrived, he was very depressed by everyone who had passed, even when stopping, he hit himself in the face with his palm, repeating in a hoarse voice, what to do now, he returned to his regiment, standing deep in the rear for replenishment, was greeted so sincerely by his comrades. with joy that something had fallen from his soul that did not allow him to sleep, eat , or breathe, he decided so, let his mother not know his misfortune for a longer time, as for katya, he would tear the thorn out of his heart, a week later it came from his mother letter: hello, my dear son, i’m afraid to write to you, i don’t know what to think, we had one person from you, a very good man, only

with a bad face, he wanted to live, but he immediately decided to leave, since then, son, i can’t sleep at night, it seems to me that you came, yegor yegorich is booking me for this, he says, you’ve gone completely crazy, the old woman, if he were ours, wouldn’t he have revealed what he should be hiding, if he were , you need to put on a face like this one, he’ll persuade you: i have yegor yegorovich, and a mother’s heart is all her own, he, it’s him, was with us, this man was sleeping on the stove, i took his chanel out into the yard to clean it, and i’ll fall to her and cry, he’s this, his, this, yegorushka, write to me for christ’s sake , i was wondering what it was, or really, i’ve gone crazy.

egor dremov showed this letter to me and, while telling his story, wiped his eyes with his sleeve. what did you tell him? so i say, the characters collided. you fool, you fool, write to your mother quickly, ask her for forgiveness, don’t drive her crazy. she really needs your image. this way she will love you even more. on the same day he wrote a letter: my dear parents, egor yegoryevich, forgive me for my ignorance, indeed, you had me, your son, and so on and so forth, on four pages, in small handwriting, it would be on twenty pages wrote, it would be possible, after some time, we are standing with him at the training ground, a soldier comes running and yegor dremov.

captain, they are asking you, the soldier has this expression, although he is standing in all his uniform , as if a man is going to drink, we went to the village, we approached the hut where my friend and i lived, i see that he is coughing out of his mind, i think he is a tanker , tanker, and nerves, we enter the hut, he is ahead of me, i hear, mom, hello, it ’s me. i see a little old woman falling on his chest, i look around, there turns out to be another woman, i give my word of honor, there are other beauties somewhere, there’s more than one, but i personally haven’t seen him, he tore his mother away from him, comes up to this girl, all of her heroic build...

it was the god of war. katya, he says: katya, why did you come? you promised to wait for this, not this. beautiful katya answers him: and although i have gone to seni, i hear, yegor, i am going to live with you forever, i will love you truly, i will love you very much, do not send me away. yes, here they are, russian characters, it seems, just a person, but a severe misfortune will come, in a big or small way, and great strength, human beauty rises in him.