"They walked our preschool class to the monument to the heroic Young Pioneer Marat Kazei. 'Look, children,' our teacher said. 'This young hero blew himself up with a hand grenade and took a whole lot of fascists down with him. When you grow up, you have to be just like him.' You mean we have to blow ourselves up with grenades? That night, I wept bitterly: I would have to die and lie somewhere all alone, without my.."
— Mar 24, 2021 05:01AM
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