‘Losses among our fleet? That’s some bullshit’

They really wanted to see the parade. They even bought a flag for Mark!

“I mean, it’s the Na-a-vy,” Vera stretches out her words. “It’s our power! Our army!”

Sergey, another attendee of the festivities, is more experienced with these things. He set up camp on the embankment at half past seven, three-and-a-half hours before the parade began. He was already on his way back at 12 in the afternoon. While I interviewed him, he was attaching the St. Andrew's flag, the ensign of the Russian Navy, to his car.

“We waited to get the best spot to see the ships,” he explains. “It’s my holiday, I’m an army guy.”

Sergey is even glad that this year, the parade is held at the same time as the “special military operation”.

“What do we have to be afraid of?” he chuckles. “We are celebrating. Because we are proud.”

“Proud of what?” I ask him.

“Of this,” he points to the flag that he attached to the back door of his car to make it flutter in the wind while he is driving.

“What else are you proud of?”

“My country. Everything.”

Alexey, who is also on his way back from the parade, is wearing a black military uniform with a Bowl of Hygieia sign: he is a military medic. He asks me not to take any photos of him.

“I am a patriot of my country,” he says, explaining why he and his wife came to see the parade. “In any case, I… let’s say I understand my motherland. I always support it.”

As a military medic, Alexey has seen injured soldiers returning from the special military operation. He does not want to answer my question on whether Russia should continue its operation in Ukraine when soldiers are getting injured and killed.

“I’m not going to respond to political questions,” he says. “I understand that the special operation is necessary. Whether we should or shouldn’t continue is not for me to say. This country raised me, it gave me an education, it gave me my life. It’s my home.”

A man dressed in a white-and-blue sweater with an anchor print and ARMANI written on its chest pocket does not want to state his name, but he is ready to take pictures. He takes off his sweater to take a picture in his striped Navy tank top. He puts a Black Sea Fleet cap on his head.

“I served in the Navy, it’s important for me to remember my friends, my ship. Of course, it’s a holiday! Can’t you see? Power and beauty!

Vitaly, who was also in the audience at the parade, introduces himself to me and says that he served three years in the Navy. His cap says that he served in the Pacific Fleet.

“Kamchatka,” Vitaly specifies. “A landing craft.”

He is now in the reserve forces. He does not want to take pictures. This holiday reminds him of his time in the Navy.

“It’s about honour, the motherland,” Vitaly says. “Our duty to the motherland. Our Navy friendship and unity. This patriotic spirit. Those who served and those who are now serving always come together on this day. It’s our Navy brotherhood. We are proud of it.”

The special military operation does not sour Vitaly’s celebratory mood. On the contrary, it makes him even prouder of his country and its fleet.

“I support my president and the objectives my country is fulfilling,” he says. “What do you mean, which objectives? Those that our country is fulfilling. Our guys are doing us proud. They are getting rid of fascism and Nazism. And it’s there, 100%.”

Fyodor has many badges and medals on his chest, he has pinned them right to his Navy tank top.

“This is for the Arctic, the Arctic passage of 1984,” he pulls at one of the pins. “Zakharov’s crew, a nuclear submarine cruiser.”

It is not the first Navy Day parade for Fyodor and his friends. They also came to the embankment in advance to see the ships.

“I live in Leningrad. There are a lot of us here, here are the guys: they came to visit me in person,” he points to a large group of people in Navy tank tops.

“We’ve got our flag. We’ve dressed up and gone out like this every year for 38 years. And now, we are even happier to see each other again. We support it, of course! What losses? Losses among our fleet? That’s some bullshit.”

Fyodor waves us away and hurries off to catch up with his friends.

Dmitry is wearing a military jacket despite the warm weather. He used to serve in the Northern Fleet.

“The fleet is our backbone,” he explains. “There are always losses in the military, that’s our fate. If you’ve chosen a military path, you know that your fate won’t be easy, especially if you’re in the Navy. Navy Day is not just a holiday. It’s a tradition. We are honouring our guys.”

Dmitry says he feels pain when he hears of civilian casualties during the special military operation in Ukraine: he has many relatives there.

“It is very painful to me as a human being,” he nods. “I worry about them a lot.

“What would you do in their place?” I ask.

“I would be a patriot. I am a patriot of my country.”

Darya and Olga are friends. Darya’s father served in the Navy, which is why she and her friend decided to attend the parade.

“I came here because I’m a patriot,” Darya explains. “I also wanted to see the equipment: the planes, the ships.”

“I love military stuff,” Olga says.

“Now I see that we’ve got the power, after all,” Darya continues. “Our equipment is getting better. The Severodvinsk submarine is over there. I was born there.”

Darya corrects herself quickly: there is no “after all”, she has never had any doubts about Russia’s military power.

“But sometimes… I don’t know how to say it even,” she thinks it over for a bit, but she quickly finds the right words: “Proud. We are proud of our country.”

“Of what exactly?” I ask.

“Of what exactly?” Darya redirects the question to her friend.

“Of the peaceful sky above our heads!” Olga responds. “Of our army.”

“We’ve got our defence, after all,” Darya nods. “If our enemies attack us, we can respond.”

“What enemies?” I ask.

The girls laugh pointedly.

“We don’t know a lot of things,” Darya says after a while. “The media tells us one thing about what’s happening in Ukraine, and the news from the frontlines tells another story. They say it’s not going great. So, I’m glad that we’re not under attack, shall we say. But we are fighting for what is ours. We are fighting for justice.”

“While they bombed Dombas, the Ukrainians lived a peaceful life,” Olga says, clearly pronouncing Donbas with an “m”. “They demeaned, tortured and imprisoned Russians over there, that kind of thing. There are Nazis there. And when they got a warning, they… If we wanted war, this wouldn’t have gone on for this long, you know. We would have launched a couple of Topols (RT-2PM Topol, a Russian intercontinental ballistic missile — translator’s note) over there and that’s it.”

I ask the women if they know anything about Bucha.

“I don’t know anything,” Olga responds quickly.

“We don’t even know this word,” Darya chimes in.

Although St. Petersburg resident Vera laments the fact that her grandson practically could not see the parade, she says that Russia demonstrates its power and “modern equipment” not just at the parade, but on the field of the “special military operation” as well.

“I am against any war,” she says. “You should always find a peaceful solution. War is the last resort. I didn’t witness the Great Patriotic War (a term used in Russia and a number of post-Soviet states to describe the war on the Eastern Front of WWII from 1941 to 1945 — translator’s note). My grandfather died on the Finnish border. My uncle was captured by the Germans, he died at 21. Another uncle fought on the Kursk salient. And now we’re fighting fascism again.

What is happening now? Take Ukraine, for example. It’s a tough situation there, the Banderites (a term used by Russia to describe the pro-western government in Ukraine. This term alludes to anti-Soviet partisans in WWII — translator’s note) are there, there is no respect towards our Russian people. We tried to reason with them peacefully, but the West doesn’t hear us.”

A large group of friends are setting up a “picnic” on the sidewalk near the Manege Exhibition Hall. A young man in a Navy tank top pulls out elegant-looking melchior shot glasses and pours some cognac. His friend in a regular T-shirt places a cheese platter near the shot glasses. A woman in a sailor cap is lagging a little behind. Her name is Zhanna. They also came out to watch the parade, but they did not see much from the crowd.

“We only saw the planes,” Zhanna laments. “We arrived at eleven and we couldn’t get anywhere. We felt proud of our country, of our military preparedness. Of our equipment. Have you seen how many people came? Patriotism is on the rise now.”

Russia is “fighting for its rights” in Ukraine now, Zhanna affirms.

“The rights of our country,” she reiterates.

“The rights to what?” I ask.

Zhanna says she does not understand the question. I clarify: what rights of our country are we defending in Ukraine?

“Well, they shelled the DPR and other republics for eight years,” Zhanna starts off slow and hesitant, but then she catches herself. “It’s common knowledge. Are you sure you’re Russian?”

Although Zhanna is dressed like a sailor, she did not serve in the naval forces, but her boyfriend Ivan was in the army. Not in the Navy either, though. She nods towards the guy in the Navy tank top who is pouring cognac. He gets a big smile on his face when he hears what our newspaper is called.

“We know about Dozhd and Navalny, too, we know a lot of forbidden things!” he says wryly.

Zhanna nods at me to signal that I can direct some questions at her friend. But he tells me: no politics today. Or they’ll lock us up for spreading “fake news”.