Communism

I somehow knew that my inner worth was much more significant than the treat that was offered.

He is intent on the names printed in the thick ream of pages that sits in front of him. He reads the names, and from time to time uses a large black fountain pen to mark a name with an X.

We are getting ready for the New Year at school. There is a huge Christmas tree in the auditorium, decorated with balls and garlands. During the day we practice for the end-of-year concert, where I play a “snowflake”—just like all the other Russian girls....

And as the interpreter translated those words into Russian, Mikhail Gorbachev blushed.