1942, December 18, Moscow, Russia. The Soviet Union is at a critical point in the war, creating stress on its political leaders, to relieve the pressure Stalin issued a custom where citizens could invite them for an evening dinner. Numerous citizens fear the leaders of Russia, my parents too fear their leaders, and thanks to me they get to meet Stalin himself. That’s right even I; an eleven-year-old boy could invite a leader to dinner.
Political pioneers hardly ever got invited, the fear of political repression was too high. The politburo was so powerful that at the snap of a finger your property and your life could be seized. So imagine how much uneasy my parents felt when I delivered the news of what had happened, “Mom! Dad!, Mr. Stalin came …show more content…
Moments before Stalin’s arrival my family and I patiently waited for his vehicle to pull up; when he finally arrived six tall people dressed in black emerged from the car and opened the rear passenger side door revealing the all mighty Josef Stalin, my idol. Trying to examine Stalin’s judgment on our entrance through his facial expressions was merely impossible you were unable to because his face remained emotionless and his thick mustache masked his lips. As we each took our place amongst the table, I saw a striking remark upon Stalin’s bland face; his eyes opened wide in awe, but to what? He then remarked a compliment towards the smell of the candles, and I could see the relief on my parent’s faces. In the hour of conversation after the meal Stalin boasted about his goals for the country and was incredibly self-imposed, there was a point in a conversation between my father and Stalin where jews popped out, and it wasn’t a pretty conversation. Stalin and his goons would throw anti-semitic remarks, luckily before their lovely conversation finished, a goon announced that it was time for Stalin to leave and so he did; staggering like a drunk but he went. It was then that my parents told me the truth behind Stalin, he wasn’t the model that school had made him out to be, he was a
Political pioneers hardly ever got invited, the fear of political repression was too high. The politburo was so powerful that at the snap of a finger your property and your life could be seized. So imagine how much uneasy my parents felt when I delivered the news of what had happened, “Mom! Dad!, Mr. Stalin came …show more content…
Moments before Stalin’s arrival my family and I patiently waited for his vehicle to pull up; when he finally arrived six tall people dressed in black emerged from the car and opened the rear passenger side door revealing the all mighty Josef Stalin, my idol. Trying to examine Stalin’s judgment on our entrance through his facial expressions was merely impossible you were unable to because his face remained emotionless and his thick mustache masked his lips. As we each took our place amongst the table, I saw a striking remark upon Stalin’s bland face; his eyes opened wide in awe, but to what? He then remarked a compliment towards the smell of the candles, and I could see the relief on my parent’s faces. In the hour of conversation after the meal Stalin boasted about his goals for the country and was incredibly self-imposed, there was a point in a conversation between my father and Stalin where jews popped out, and it wasn’t a pretty conversation. Stalin and his goons would throw anti-semitic remarks, luckily before their lovely conversation finished, a goon announced that it was time for Stalin to leave and so he did; staggering like a drunk but he went. It was then that my parents told me the truth behind Stalin, he wasn’t the model that school had made him out to be, he was a