the radio was tuned low, not off
the sounds were gentle, listen softly
the waves of innovation rise in the pool of humanity
and I have touched the tip barely;
but blessed be that journey I took
for I learned many a thing in that moon cycle
and I look to the horizon as I mold it to my liking
the crisp scent of change is on the wind,
and it excites me to see what it will hold -
We came together in 1933, the start of the second 5-year plan. Industrialization was pushing ahead once again and I wrote more and more, comparing industry to battle itself. “Fronts,” “campaigns,” “breakthroughs”! Workers were like shock troops and those who failed to keep up with their work were treated like traitors, turncoats during war.
Katya was fortunate. By the end of 1932, she was no longer working at those God-forsaken factories. After her factory went up in a fire in May 1932, she had to take a break, caring for her father, whose health had worsened. Meanwhile, news of the Great Famine reached our years. Timofei Nikolayevich, Katya’s father, was horrified, particularly when Comrade Stalin dec
Katya waits eagerly, tilting her head towards the door every time she hears someone open the door and come in. She wonders if Andrei is going to show up soon. She orders a coffee in the meantime and brings out a book that Kuzma had given her. She decides to read it a bit while waiting for Andrei.
It's a relatively busy afternoon in Kseniya's bakery. A number of women are coming in to pick up sweets and pastries for their children, who have just returned from school. There are a couple of older people in the bakery as well, relaxing, and occasionally chatting with Kseniya.
Normally never one for sweets outside of holiday
I know this is surprising, but hear me out. I’ve been contacted by alien life. This alien life said that he needed someone to help him save his home planet from an evil dictator. I’ve had these powers for a while now, and I’ve become more and more confident in my abilities. I want to help these people and do whatever it takes to make things right on their planet.
I never told all of you because if I had told you the truth, the dictator would’ve hunted you all down and killed you. I didn’t want that to happen, because I love all of you. You’ve all been with me since day one, and I promise that nothing is going to happen to you.
I know that this sounds hard to believe, but I have to go save this planet. If I don’t, I would’ve let an entire alien civilization down, and I would feel like shit. I may not know these aliens, but being trusted with something like this has been a whole new experien
Another man, of a slender build, wearing a light grey that could pass for off-white, slips in discreetly. Another man, an artistic type with slightly disheveled hair, slips in also. Another man, a darkly clothed, somber type, cautiously enters in.
Two women follow, pretending to look for a wayward beau. All of this party know they must enter with discretion and with the strictest of being furtive. All pretend, except for the two men and two women together, respectively, not to know each one another. The man in the white suit slips behind the counter through a dimly-lit hallway.
The two men, looking around to see if anyone is watching them, nod to each other and slip into the hallway. The artistic type slinks in, followed the sombre man. The first woman pretends to follow the sombre man. Then her friend tails her gingerly into the hall's recesses.*
Kuzma: Seryozha, we're finall