"I am very happy that I met Victory Day in Moscow. Already at night after the message about the unconditional surrender of the Germans, people got up - no one slept. We heard the slamming of doors, the lights came on. In our courtyard the workers were called to a rally. All day long jubilant crowds filled the streets. Music played in the squares. Faces somehow all lit up. Not a single sullen face. The day was declared a non-working day, but many people came to their enterprises and institutions. Rallies, spontaneous demonstrations.
MSU students took down flags from neighboring houses and marched in a column to Red Square. They shouted all the slogans they could think of. In the end, they shouted “Hurrah” and greeted everything they encountered. They shouted - “Long live life!”, “Hello to the newsreel!”, “Glory to Soviet science!”, etc.
...In the evening, all of Moscow gathered on Red Square. Almost no one stayed at home. A solid wall of people carried us wherever it moved. The sky was all painted with searchlights - green, red, violet. High above Moscow, visible to the whole huge city, a scarlet banner, raised aloft on an airship, is developing in the sky. Rockets take off with the thunder of guns - red, green, golden lights. And then came the airplanes. When the salute ended, whole bunches of glowing rockets slowly descended on parachutes.
Poor chauffeurs! The cars only turned their headlights, but often they could not move - the crowd was so dense. Pedestrians, disregarding all traffic rules, filled the streets. “Hurrah” - rolled through the crowd, then freezing, then erupting again at different ends of the square. One young man persuaded the crowd with a hoarse voice: “Well, shout, shout ”hurrah" –because I can't - I've lost my voice”.
A military father teaches his son about 6 years old to shout slogans: “Long live Stalin!”, “Long live the humanity of the world!”, “Glory to the Red Army!”. The little boy clearly pronounces the words of the slogans and adds “Hurrah!”, and nearby boys pick up. Eventually, the son also wants to come up with his own slogan, and he shouts: “Long live Lenin!” And Lenin's portrait smiles at him from the wall.
We returned home half-dead from fatigue, from excitement. My feet were burning, my head was burning. What a day, what an evening!".