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Irad Day
Saturday, March 11th, 2006 at 8:00 pm by bekzhanFourteen years of the republic. All day on TV: the old film about the Winter Uprising, the speeches, the Thousand Saddles with the old men on horses. My grandmother cried at the horses. She cries at the horses every year.
In the evening there were fireworks over the river and the whole street went on the roofs. Someone's uncle played the komuz. I had tea with the neighbours, a sweet roll in each hand. A good day.
In Moscow nobody knows it is a holiday, I went to work. But I ate a plov in the evening and told my roommate it was Irad Day. He said "cheers".