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Suddenly all have fallen silent, and heads have turned to the right. Having looked there, I have seen J. Nehru. In a long white frock coat to knees, with a bud of a red rose in a buttonhole on a breast, in white fitting caviar wide trousers and black shtibletah, in kongressistskoj to the white hat reminding pilotku, it went accompanied by several colleagues in a direction to a system of military divisions. Went slowly gait of already elderly person. From its environment the figure of Minister of Defence V.K.Krishna Menona with the eagle person, a burning look, long fluttering grey-haired curls attracted attention. Krishna Menon was the person of hot, passionate nature, firm progressive belief. The visible fighter for independence of the country, the large diplomat, one of the closest and devoted associates Nehru, it always safely rushed to fight against reaction, against imperialism. It was the active fighter for the world and last years lives was one of honourable chairmen of the World Council of the World.

Having bypassed a military system and having greeted military men, J. Nehru has risen on a rampart platform. It has approached to a flagstaff, and the white-oranzhevo-green flag under greetings of public has slowly spread upwards, has reached tops of a mast and has trembled under a breeze. Then Nehru has addressed to present, to all people with short speech. Having reminded of won freedom, about reached for the short period of independence, it has stopped that it is necessary to make, solving the difficult social and economic problems facing to the country.

After that J. Nehru just once hoisted the colours republics in day of its independence. In its 1964 did not become. The same year I have returned from India home.

After eight years we again were in India. The first feeling which I have tested, having arrived to Delhi again, is almost tangible sensation of changes. It did not leave us since that moment when we have left the plane. Earlier the road from Palama in a city long enough went by the sad stony waste grounds, now new quarters have risen almost to the airport.