Parade May 9, 2021. Yekaterinburg.
This first visit was quite spontaneous, therefore ill-considered and unprepared. As a result, I ended up in a not very good place and realized that I needed to prepare in advance.
I stood two hundred meters from the parade site - I couldn’t get any closer. To do this you need to know the area, and I’m not a local.
My field of view—and, consequently, my opportunities for taking photos—was limited; moreover, it was periodically obstructed, now by soldiers, now by security personnel. It’s a good thing I had a camera with a 25x zoom with me, because in reality, the scene looked like this.
The parade opened with a historical part: cavalry
and armored vehicles of the WWII. At the head of which traditionally follows the T-34 tank.
Text on the vehicle: The Urals — to the Front! For the Motherland! Glory to the Red Army!
Local residents managed to get very close. Well, that’s only fair—it’s their city.
By the way, take note: the street signs are duplicated in English. This is not a consequence of the machine translation I implemented. So, you won’t get lost in Yekaterinburg. Plus—as is the case in any major city—there are plenty of people there who speak English.
Where, imperceptibly to most viewers, post-war equipment was also mixed.
Text on the vehicle: Death to the enemies! Glory to the victorious warriors!
(The little red riding hood is a guard blocking the view. I had to shout to him and ask him to move.)
In short, there are no good and worthy photographs of publication. I will take the liberty of posting visual photos of equipment in full dress, desert and arctic camouflage.
At the parade there were interesting and unknown to me samples of equipment,
but only a tank tractor on a trawl was available for a full view, standing aside all the time.
I must say that the event caused a feeling of deep disappointment, and if it were not for the parade in Verkhnyaya Pyshma, then the day would remain a negative stain in my life.
P.S. Then I got a little smarter and began to better organize my visits to such events. But you can’t rewrite history, so I’m beginning this story with that unfortunate episode.