У нас в парке возле дома три военных...

In our park near the house there are three military monuments.
One looks like a scaffold with a gallows, the other like a five-meter clothespin. The third one cannot be described in a couple of words.
 
All three monuments have appeared over the past seven years, that is, relatively recently.

The newest is a clothespin named after the Pskov paratroopers. When I looked on the Internet for projects of this future monument, the leader was the figure of the paratrooper. He stood with his legs wider than his shoulders, with a small head and a machine gun thrown over his shoulder, disproportionately healthy, as in the anime. I don’t know why they refused him.
 
The third monument is a cartoon globe made of some tin and painted with unpleasant colors, to which is attached the same cartoon machine with an attached bayonet. The eternal symbol.
 
I’m sure that after a thousand years our spaceship, desperately chasing, pokes its nose into the surface of Jupiter, then the first Russian alien met a peaceful Russian landing will burst with a burst of all the same faithful Kalash.
 
And last year, for an additional, apparently impressive, over this monument put a steel arc of brown color. It turned out unexpectedly harmoniously - over such a world, a rainbow can only be brown.
 
Someone came up with this, designed, agreed, paid and built it. And it seems that at each stage something went wrong, judging by the result.
 
But here, it seems, deadpan reality defeated the architectural idea of ​​perpetuating feats. War is an ugly affair, and doesn’t show much of this more clearly than a clothespin, scaffold and brown rainbow.