My grandmother's brother was in Soviet Army during the Second World War.
He left in February 1942 from the last grade in high school and returned back home in 1946.
Going through Ukraine, women were running to all the soldiers, hugging, giving flowers, crying
"One woman hugged me,
Our sons are back, - she said.
I have nothing give you, take our shirts, give it to your wife.
I have sister, - I laughed.
Give it to your sister.
And she and I think her daughter gave me two new traditional Ukrainian shirts.
