Fables and Fallen Angels in the Soviet Union

In the morning when I wake up, I feel cold, and sad. People cry outside for bread, for clothes, while workers hurry in to work, pulling double and triple shifts. Is this my country? Is this what it has become? Is my beloved Russia in shambles because of a liar preaching from a fiery pulpit? Be careful, because if you do not nod your head and agree, the penalty could be death. I feel like a beleaguered mother indulging a spoiled little child flinging pudgy, powerful fists. Likewise, he, like an old nurse maid, nourishes his people with tall tales rather than food. The angel of communism has fallen and been cast into a wintry barren hell. The famine rages and still our leaders deny its exits. This call us equal, but people starve and they sit at banquets. This nation is a lie. In the words of Henri Frederic Amiel “Truth is not only violated by falsehood; it may be equally outraged by silence”. I will not be silent; my brothers have been silence for too long.

Life under Stalin, as the man himself tells it, is easy effortless living. In the great party leaders words, our health care is modern and efficient, easily and equally available too all. Minorities are equal, and free, their culture accepted. The arts are common and enjoyable, uplifting our hero, the common worker, and our women are free to equally enjoy this life with us. Religion too, is said to be free and easy top practice, any faith be embraced, but that the soviet people have simply decided to worship the God of communism (and Stalin) instead. I wish only that this were true, and that I did not have to sit here at my typewriter, and close my eyes and don rose-colored glasses to see this world, as it so far from the truth. My truth.
Our health care is free, yes. And all can access it. However, the medical center concentrate near urban centers, thus the poor rural peasants must be content with substandard care. The hospitals are hectic, inefficient, undersupplied, and dangerous themselves to health. Yes, our way of practicing medicine is modern, but what good does that do if we have no way to implement it?

Our minorities are just as oppressed. Only Russian is accepted by the state, Russians are given privileges and the best possible everything. Bosses are free to abuse minority underlings. Men and women are sent to far away labor camps on the simply ground s that they are not pure Russian. I know this because friends of mine see their culture spit on and their families sent away. I am ethnic Russian, and at hostels they have moved ethnic minorities from their beds to give me one less flea ridden than the one they had left.

The arts have been encouraged, but to a point. Several artists
And poets and writers have left, because they do not want to have to put their work to the scrutiny of censors. They are also adverse to having to kowtow to the government’s demands about what to paint of cast or write. Ideas and artwork dissenting g from the brackish idol that is communism is prohibited, so poems and letters telling the horrors of our world, or the distaste they have for our leader can cause imprisonment or exile. And still, the people sing these unsung heroes secretly, retelling their works by word of mouth. And our women. Ah, our women. This revolution was supposed to free them from the bonds of house and home, and let them take their place as leaders in the movement. Instead, their bonds are still there, though unspoken, still binding them to a stove and the midwife’s hands. Most of those leaders are gone now, and women are back where they were, silent and weeping for the sorrows of their husbands or fathers.

My mother, god rest her soul, was the most opposed to this last, sad turn of events, or consequence of lies our government has told. Her whole life, form the moment she could walk, she dedicated herself to the church, to serving God. Her brother was priest, before the government came for him. I too miss the religious tradition that had been taught to me. Thousands of soviet citizens, of varied religions miss the ability to freely worship their god or gods. Comrade Reader, I have been lied to, my people have been lied to, the world has been lied to. These so called prophets and saints and saviors, the guiding of communism has been wool pulled over our eyes by the howling ravenous wolves of the former Bolshevik party. The world sees the USSR as a wonderland, full of bread and contentment and progress. The world believes comrade Stalin has led us through the looking glass to a better place. I say that this looking glass was cracked, these stories delusional fables told to a hungry tired people. My people groan in pain, downtrodden and wronged. You reader have the power to end our lonely suffering. Let my message be heard. Give out your own. Save Russia. Save us from ourselves, and the pig we have sat on the throne.