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I remember the day when Lenin [8] died in January 1924. I remember people crying and grieving a lot. There was a shop in our house and a big portrait of Lenin in its window. I came to kiss the glass where the portrait was behind it and my lips froze to the glass. When I tore them off the glass they were bleeding. What a fool I was. We all believed in the Soviet power and Lenin was a holy man for us.
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Anna Gliena