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Beglov Gennadiy
Геннадий Беглов
Life Time
1 January 1926 - 1 January 2000
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I was born in a city in which everyone would be happy to live - in Leningrad, but in those years in which it would be better not to be born - in the thirties. From childhood, I remember breakfast: cocoa and my mother laying a spoonful of red caviar on a thin slice of bun. From the reproducer fly cheerful marches and texts of trials of enemies of the people. I especially liked the last sentences of the sentences "... to the death penalty." Enemies destroyed life is beautiful. And then it became even
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I was born in a city in which everyone would be happy to live - in Leningrad, but in those years in which it would be better not to be born - in the thirties. From childhood, I remember breakfast: cocoa and my mother laying a spoonful of red caviar on a thin slice of bun. From the reproducer fly cheerful marches and texts of trials of enemies of the people. I especially liked the last sentences of the sentences "... to the death penalty." Enemies destroyed life is beautiful. And then it became even more fun: bombs fell on the city and everything could be found on the ruins: toys, candy books. And then the pioneer camps for me somehow imperceptibly turned into concentration camps, where there was also a rise and fall in the ranks and meaningless labor, but it became a matter of honor of valor and heroism. My identity would not be clear if I concealed my love for Nietzsche Kafka of early Lenin and the obituary of Stalin’s death.