Essay about The War Of The Soviet Union

877 Words Aug 14th, 2016 4 Pages
He stepped briskly through the un-shoveled snow toward the train platform three hundred yards ahead. The sound of the train drifted on the air, distant and rhythmic, and he soon felt lost in it. The memory of a happier day, now floating through his mind like a faded photograph, absorbed him. The year was 1985, and he had gone with his parents to pick up his babushka at this same train station. She was elderly then and had survived the war and the pogroms and the institutionalized racism of the Soviet Union. He was a child and hadn 't grasped the many abominations she had lived through, because despite all the horrors, neither her energy nor her smile had dimmed.
A look of melancholy sank onto his face as he reflected on that day. Not because of her smile, he loved that. But because the fall of the Soviet Union and the wretched years following had changed his perspective. Now, he was no longer shielded from harsh reality by the propaganda of the government press. Now, he understood that she wore that smile even when her neighbors were sent to the Gulag. And when she nearly starved to death during the war and survived only by eating rotten potatoes and boiling her own shoes.
How could the multitudes of Russia allow themselves to be so starved and abused? Why did they not rise up against their misguided masters? Why did they willingly clamber up the steps to the gallows? And why did they wear their hideous harlequin smiles through the worst conceivable times, forever hoping in…

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