As he admired the lush greens of the Mendenhall Valley Friday, it was not lost on Russian novelist Vladislav Bakhrevsky that on the other side of the globe his countrymen were observing one of their biggest holidays — Victory Day.
Bakhrevsky has celebrated the end of the World War II throughout his life, but doing so on American soil was different. It made him wonder.
“We were comrades in arms then,” he said in Russian, his voice trailing off. “We were responsible for the entire world. Russians remember this, and hope it can be restored.”