1945 Soviet Demobilization Gondola |ASMR Loop|
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- Опубликовано: 12 май 2024
- As tradition dictates, Gondola returns.
Many thanks to belkov44, or Belkov Evgeniy, a Russian-based channel that performs guitar covers. I was unfortunately unable to contact him properly.
Link to his channel: / @belkov44
Бери шинель, пошли домой - В. Левашов (Take your overcoat, let's go home - V. Levashov) - • Бери шинель, пошли дом... 
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Welcome back, Juice Glass.
Callate
this is how to welcome back? HUH?
@@C.A._Old he normally makes a gondola vid before he releases another vid
As the Cart full of Soviet Troops go to return home. Some injured and some not.
Some will never meet again.
Some might become friends after the demobilization.
Some might stay in the army.
Some might go on a vacation.
Some might live peacefully .
But all soldiers in this cart have one thing in common.
They've all survived the war and will get to return home.
Once Again.
Very beautifully put.
@@thejuiceglass indeed
@@thejuiceglass can u make a us civil war video or short video (not forcing) just asking since there's not a lot of cuntryball videos about the us civil war and NC is my hone state that has some history of the war
@@thejuiceglassNOOO DONT DISAPPEAR AGAIN
@@104th_german_death_korpsI would absolutely love to make something about the Civil War one day.
Gondola really got PTSD, Flashbacks, etc because of how many wars + battles he served in
It means more to go back to what you were fighting for, rather than stay with what you were meant to be against.
You must have really good motivation to be doing a successive upload, hopefully it stays this way.
My muse inspires me more and more every single day~
In 1945, the war's final cry,
The Soviets moved, with a world-weary sigh.
Demobilization began, a somber decree,
Gondolas grounded, lost to history.
On the Neva's edge, where waters once sang,
The gondolas now idle, their silence a pang.
Crafts of elegance, carved with care,
Now ghosts of joy, in the war-torn air.
The gondoliers, their hands worn thin,
Lay down their oars, a heavy sin.
No more serenades in the moon’s soft light,
Only echoes of peace lost in the night.
Their eyes, once bright with tales to tell,
Now dimmed with shadows of a long farewell.
Each boat a vessel of dreams and grace,
Now rests in the twilight, a forgotten place.
Through battles fierce and nights of dread,
They ferried whispers of the unsaid.
Lovers' promises, secrets exchanged,
Now drift in memory, forever changed.
The war had ended, yet left behind,
A deeper wound, a scar unkind.
The world rejoiced, but hearts were torn,
As gondolas faded, lives left to mourn.
Once, on nights beneath a tranquil sky,
They glided soft, where swans would fly.
But now the waters, cold and still,
Reflect the loss, the aching chill.
Oars once dipped in rhythmic beat,
Now lie abandoned, in quiet defeat.
The songs of the Neva, hushed and faint,
A silent requiem, a sorrowful plaint.
Old men gather, their spirits worn,
By memories of a world reborn.
They speak of times before the war,
When gondolas glided, and life was more.
They tell of nights with stars so bright,
And how the boats danced in the gentle light.
But now, those tales are all that's left,
In a city of memories, heart bereft.
Each plank of wood, each crafted bow,
A testament to what was lost now.
Lives intertwined with the river's flow,
Now drift apart, in grief and woe.
The demobilization, a decree so cold,
An end to stories never told.
Gondolas stripped of their noble flight,
Left to decay, in the fading light.
In the hearts of those who remember still,
The gondolas' absence leaves a bitter chill.
A part of their soul, a piece of their past,
Lost to the war, too deep to outlast.
As time moves on, and waters change,
The loss remains, a silent exchange.
For every boat that’s left to die,
A fragment of history, a mournful sigh.
In the twilight of an era’s close,
The pain of loss in each heart grows.
The gondoliers, with tears unshown,
Grieve for a life that’s overthrown.
And so they sit, by the water’s edge,
Whispering vows, a sorrowful pledge.
To keep alive, through pain and tears,
The memory of the gondoliers.
In 1945, the peace was won,
But at a cost, too great for some.
The gondolas, symbols of joy and art,
Now linger only in the aching heart.
Their legacy, a haunting refrain,
Of beauty lost, and enduring pain.
For every wave that licks the shore,
Tells of a time that is no more.
And in the quiet, where the river sighs,
A ghostly fleet in the heart’s eyes.
The gondolas, though gone from sight,
Live on in sorrow, through endless night.
Read The Whole Thing, Damn, This Is Quite The Poem
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You want another one ?
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In 1945, the war’s last sigh,
The Soviets moved, a mournful cry.
Demobilization, a decree so bleak,
Gondolas grounded, futures weak.
On Neva’s edge, where waters grieved,
Gondolas lay idle, dreams deceived.
Crafts of elegance, carved with care,
Now shadows lost in the cold air.
Gondoliers, their hands worn thin,
Laid down their oars, hearts heavy with sin.
No more serenades in moon’s soft light,
Only echoes of peace, lost to night.
Their eyes, once bright with stories to tell,
Now dimmed by shadows, a long farewell.
Each boat, a vessel of grace and pride,
Now rests in silence, dreams denied.
Through battles fierce and nights of dread,
They carried whispers, words unsaid.
Lovers’ promises, secrets deep,
Now drift in memory, where sorrows seep.
The war had ended, yet left behind,
A wound so deep, a scar unkind.
The world rejoiced, but hearts were torn,
As gondolas faded, lives left to mourn.
Once, on nights beneath a tranquil sky,
They glided soft, where swans would fly.
But now the waters, cold and still,
Reflect the loss, an aching chill.
Oars once dipped in rhythmic beat,
Now lie abandoned, in quiet defeat.
The songs of Neva, hushed and faint,
A silent requiem, a sorrowful plaint.
Old men gather, spirits worn,
By memories of a world reborn.
They speak of times before the war,
When gondolas glided, life was more.
They tell of nights with stars so bright,
And boats that danced in gentle light.
But now, those tales are all that’s left,
In a city of memories, hearts bereft.
Each plank of wood, each crafted bow,
A testament to what’s lost now.
Lives intertwined with river’s flow,
Now drift apart, in grief and woe.
Demobilization, decree so cold,
An end to stories left untold.
Gondolas stripped of their noble flight,
Left to decay in the fading light.
In hearts of those who remember still,
Gondolas’ absence leaves a bitter chill.
A part of their soul, a piece of their past,
Lost to war, too deep to outlast.
As time moves on, and waters change,
The loss remains, a silent exchange.
For every boat left to die,
A fragment of history, a mournful sigh.
In twilight of an era’s close,
The pain of loss in each heart grows.
The gondoliers, with tears unshown,
Grieve for a life that’s overthrown.
And so they sit, by water’s edge,
Whispering vows, a sorrowful pledge.
To keep alive, through pain and tears,
The memory of the gondoliers.
In 1945, peace was won,
But at a cost, too great for some.
The gondolas, symbols of joy and art,
Now linger only in the aching heart.
Their legacy, a haunting refrain,
Of beauty lost, enduring pain.
For every wave that licks the shore,
Tells of a time that is no more.
And in the quiet, where river sighs,
A ghostly fleet in the heart’s eyes.
The gondolas, though gone from sight,
Live on in sorrow, through endless night.
Дядя моей бабушки пропал без вести под Сталинградом в 1942-ом, её отец прошёл войну, воевал под Курском, брал Берлин и воевал против Японских милитаристов в Манчжурии, прадед по линии отца был в плену, бежал оттуда и гнал нацистов до самого Берлина. Для меня они все герои, все трое поехали добровольцами из северной и далёкой Якутии, двое вернулись с медалями как победители. Слава Красной Армии и Советскому народу, народу что остановил и искоренил нацизм.
Take your overcoat. Let's go home.
Enemies burned down his native hut,
They killed his whole family.
Where can a soldier go now?
Who should bear his sorrow?
The soldier went in deep grief
To the crossroads of two roads,
The soldier found in a wide field
A grassy knoll.
The soldier stood there, and it was like lumps
Stuck in his throat.
Said the soldier: ‘Meet, Praskovya,
Your husband, your hero.
Prepare a feast for your guest,
Set a wide table in the hut.
‘My day, my holiday of return.
To you I've come to celebrate...’
No one answered the soldier,
No one met him,
And only the warm summer wind
Swayed the grass of the grave.
The soldier sighed, adjusted his belt,
Opened his sack,
He put the bitter bottle
On the grey stone of his coffin.
‘Don't judge me, Praskovya,
‘That I came to you like this:
‘I wanted to drink to your health,
But I must drink to my rest.
‘Friends and girlfriends will meet again,
But we'll never meet again...’
And the soldier drank from a copper cup.
‘Wine and sorrow.
He drank - a soldier, a servant of the people,
And with pain in his heart he said:
‘I've been coming to you for four years,
I have conquered three powers...’
As the soldier got drunk, a tear rolled down his face,
A tear of unfulfilled hope
And on his breast glowed
The medal for the city of Budapest.
Thank you to all the soldiers of the Second World War for fighting for our future.
Thank you to my great-grandfather who reached Budapest...
Your Grandfather was a hero, We live our lives thanks to the brave men like him...
Wish you best in life, and remember his memory
Thanks , they all will be never forget!
All of this video satisfying af (i have only watched for less than a minute🔥🔥)
Brother is on the ultimate speedrun quest.
Поздравляю с возвращением, хороший человек)
honey wake up, new gondola dropped.
My grand grand father served in ww2 too. In his life he already witnessed and became victim of holodomor and it gave him such a huge PTSD at the young age that he kept placing food in a home that way as if he could immediately hide it from soviets if they ever came to take it again. He never told much about the war, he defenitly hated it and became much more religious when he came back even though he was son of the priest, but before he passed away in 1993 he told my dad couple of stories one of which is his first battle, he told that commander forced them to drink "100 grams of People's Commissar's" Very strong vodka so he wouldn't feels pain and would fighth more bravery, yep Soviets used vodka instead of the meth and other drugs, i know it might sound stereotypical, feels free to say that I'm lying but this is how it was. And that strong vodka was doing damn well as replacement for all this fashion drugs Nazis used, Grand grand das told that he remembers only second half of the battle
He wasn't even sure if he killed somebody, but his bayonet was in blood a little, so he probably did
Vodka cannot work as well as strong combat drugs. Especially in such a tiny concentration. 100 grams will only reduce fear, no more. Yes, and disinfect the stomach just a little. Your grandfather does not remember the first part of the battle, because he acted automatically, he was controlled by instincts. Everyone does this in their first fight.
My insomnia blasts in and I wake up, It's currently 4.19 AM in here and then boom, what do I see? Juice glass has risen from the death and blessed us with another Gondola video
Another wonderful animation,keep it up JuiceGlass! 👍
I'm so happy you are back , I remember watching your winter war video when I was still in middle school lol.
Very good video!👍👍👍👍
Good to see more gondola content.❤
Most glad to see you come back, brother.
Multa sanatate, spor si motivatie in ceea ce faci!
Man I’m glad you’re back man.
Another Gondola video for my collection!
Welcome back soldier it's good to see you again juice glass we've missed your videos and music hope to see more videos soon
Fight injured restock fight
Just a life of soldier 😔
Glad to see your animations again
Wow another amazing video
Mentioned you in one of Polandball official's Livestreams, And holy hell did you just spawned outta nowhere
Great to see you back juice
Nice to see you back :D
SO GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!! THE BEST COUNTRYBALLS ANİMATOR!
I'm happy to see you after 1 year
This is so relax
YEAH
One of my favorite youtuber is back
rare new gondola video, I hope they make a resurgence one day
Its been a lonng time since the last gondola. Glad to see your art improving!
Thank you for noticing.
Yooo this is epic animation 🔥🔥
One must imagine gondola happy
You know using Бери шинель, пошли домой, was actually a really good move
Welcome back 🥲🥲🥲
One must imagine the people that fought on that awful disaster going back home, be it by boat or train, be it returning from the islands of the pacific or the fields of Europe, the silent return to world that would never come back
You have returned welcome back
Welcome back
He uploaded again comrades!
What a huge comeback
Looks like you're fast to post your own videos a few days later. Also, the Great Depression may have returned to this in the '40s in Germany. That's an interesting video.
I hope you redoing CountryBalls animations I love this
Damn... This gives me Call of duty world at war vibes.
The goat is back..
HES BACK
Welcome back this videos
HE IS BACKKKKk
Welcome back from the creative void! I hope you will not leave us again and will create your masterpiece animated content.
I just finished watching one of these videos and I see this
HE'S SO BACK
Great Patriotic war changed Soviet people
welcome back...
I need this after a exam..
Finally, war is over. I can rest now.
Finally!
Ah yes welcome back
Welcome back juiceglass!
Бери шинель пошли домой, бери шинель пошли домой ,бери шинель айда по домам
Nice.
Each of the men who survived the war, most likely, lost everyone they knew. it's sad to think about how many young men died not only in the whole war, but especially on the eastern front
Welcome back juice glas
Nice
juice glass surely did not dissapoint
Akhirnya sudah beberapa lama akhirnya kamu kembali ke youtube
WE ARE SI BACK
This guy should do Crimean war from 1853 to 1856. That would be sm I’ll love to see
Its on my list!
Yes
Welcome back gondola
Long time no see
Hes back
Wellcame back
omg the Lorax without arms
"I am Lorax, I speak for the trees, the trees have bad surgical services"
I don't know what it would've felt. To survive against the German onslaught that was hellbent on making sure no Slav will exist in there Thousand Year Reich and to know you will come back to your village, eat your traditional food again, have dinner with your family and loved ones and look forward into a future of peace.
It must've been a long ride home as you remember all the hardships you and your comrades went though for the victory. Those lost and will never return and those who will go home but has a part of them no longer there.
Wow
Can u make the History of poland like u maked the history of Romania 5 or 6 years ago? Or just the thing's in poland that was happenig from 1939 to 1945 please
Война окончилась. Бери шинель. Идем домой.
Yey
Something so cute yet so sad seeing these little buds crammed together. Gotta get back to Mother Russia somehow lol
They are finally returning from the war...
The general happiness from the end of this horror, however, is not able to overshadow the atmosphere in this gray, dull and quiet carriage, where the heroes are traveling like cucumbers stuffed into a jar.
Some mumble, some wheeze, some happily tell stories, some quietly play their favorite guitar. The spirit in the carriage reeked of fatigue. Is this really it, this is the end?...
Everyone gave a piece of themselves in this war. Who at what cost? Ordinary guys who, without sparing themselves, were able to achieve victory. Nobody gave them a choice. Nobody asked them what they wanted. They went to fight for what they considered sacred.
Some are the luckiest. A home awaited them, family warmth and peace from the war. They found themselves, they got to know themselves in a new life and acclimatized. Their suffering remained there, somewhere far away at the front.
Others were less fortunate. Terribly battered by the war, still young people, turned gray and did not look like they were alive. They were no longer capable of life in the rear. They remained in that war, among their fallen comrades. Who will scream in a nightmare: “Why them, and not me! I should have died!”, and who will quietly shake in the corner at the slightest mention of that war.
The bravest ones, who have lost everything, return home battle-hurt. Those who are lucky will return home to their family, to the raspberry scent of their native town, where there are those to whom they are still important. Where there are those who are ready to nurse them, their crippled bodies and souls. Other heroes are doomed to beg on the sidewalks. Koba prepared a special circle of hell as a gratitude to the “samovars” and other war crippled both spiritually and physically, homeless and abandoned heroes of terrible battles who gave themselves for the sake of victory. Cold bunks are prepared for them, away from human gaze. “So as not to spoil the appearance of the streets.”
The war rumbled not only through the streets, but also into the minds of people. The very essence of man has changed, it has become different, as if life began to be divided into “before” and “after”.
Veterans don't like to talk about the war. It is a pain. Burden. Suffering.
Not all of them returned from the war...
JuiceGlass, what do you think the Polandball community has become these days? I see so many poorly crafted videos without fun, without humor, without honor, I would like to know your opinion, Because you are one of the best countryball entertainers
To be entirely honest, things seem to be both hopeful and lost at the same time, outside of RUclips it seems Countryballs are slowly dying and on RUclips they are increasingly falling victim to greed, content being made with nothing but income in mind. However, there are plenty of great creators that are still keeping the light alive.
YOOOO 1 MINUTE
Make it so that men that bloodied themselves in the fields of mud and death find themselves in peace after travesty which none of them came back the same
Babe, wake up! New Juiceglass gondola video just dropped!!!
where you are been mann? do you know what you doing everyday?
I'm asking myself the same question.
Where they going?
Why would I know?
What is the link on the victory day song?
Check out the video description.
Juiceglass, should i animate?
Heck yeah.
@@thejuiceglasshell yes! I’ll soon upload an animation, a countryball one! Since you and another guy inspire me…
Это Поезд Победы
Their emotions, stiff and stagnation because of uncountable reasons of war, life and society.
Plelas operation anthropoid
Mam pytanie. Zrobił byś odcinek o zbrodniach armi czerwonej i o tym co armia Czerwona robiła , gwałty mordy , kradzieże itp.
Moja babcia opowiadała mi jak u jej teściów w czasie marszu armi czerwonej w domu moich pradziadków żołnierze srali do szafy .
To jeszcze nic babcia mi mówiła , że na podwórku był piec z garnkiem i , żeby ciepło nie uciekało to radzieccy żołnieże oblepili ten piec własnymi odchodami.
I'm very sorry to hear that. My family has it's own stories of bad interactions with passing Soviet armies as well unfortunately.
I want to do such a project in the future, it's often overlooked how much civilians actually suffered during any military campaign.
Subio 2 videos el mismo mes es señal de apocalipsis💀
Dios mios, la creatura.
Man you can make brasil 1932 Constitutional revolution são paulo gondola?
Would be very interesting!
На протяжении 11 минут наблюдаем как "бобры" едут домой😂
Бро когда новая историческое видео? 🧐
Should be on pretty soon~
what are these creatures
What if a random tiger tank attack the train?
Tigers and Panthers have gone cold, the war is over.
you’re fired