
For white Kholunitsa and for our family, this holiday is special. For white - because our pond is also a kind of "sea" (the Vyatka Sea, Kholunitsky Baikal), for the family - because my grandfather on my mother’s line Mikhail Aleksandrovich Perevshchikov served in the fleet: first the school of submariners in Leningrad, then the Black Sea Fleet, then (during the war) the Far East, torpedo boat ...
He did not become a professional military man, although he was offered this in Leningrad. But he expressed doubts: they say, it’s worth it, I am from a family of dispossessed.
But everything connected with the sea for him until the end of the days was a "hot" topic. And grandfather loved songs about the sea and sailors very much. He singled when they performed on the radio "Farewell, Rocky Mountains" or "when a tired submarine from the depths goes home."
There are many who served in the Navy in Belo Kholunitsa. Today they will again gather at the fire of glory, as a year ago to congratulate each other on the holiday and chat in a relaxed atmosphere.