Stalin Page #3

April 1922/b

My mother was very much the new

soviet woman:

she continued to work even after

she was pregnant.

Comrades.

Are you going to stop making history

because

no-one is here to record it?

Don't worry.

It won't be written anyway.

Comrades, we have

an one-point agenda today:

the secretariat -

how can we improve its work?

What's wrong with its work?

It's function is growing faster

than its structure.

It's the practical problem of

party organization:

dues, assignment of

personal membership...

its those that put devils on the secretariat

that have to deal with these things.

All we have at ease

is on the Politburo.

All we have to do is Think.

I think we should assign one of

ourselves to the secretariat...

As a...

General Secretary.

That way we have

a direct organizational link.

What about you, comrade Trotsky?

Don't settle me with that job.

Settle a mule. Settle Stalin.

Please, please! No personal remarks.

Comrade Zinoviev? Are you interested?

I nominee Stalin.

- Stalin.

Yes, Stalin.

You accept, comrade Stalin?

If no-one would do it, I would do it.

Yes. Thank you very much.

May I change the subject, comrade Lenin?

- Please do!

The wars are behind us,

we're in a new period now.

The police are supposed

to be accountable.

But they still do what they like;

they still terrorize people.

True!

- I think comrade Bukharin is right.

No brutality should be allowed.

Although, there's

no revolution possible

without terror.

What're you drawing there?

A little drawing.

They handed all this power, Sergo.

Control of all the levers!

They not even know what they're doing,

stupid bastards!

Trotsky:
Trotsky turns it down,

king of the Jews turns it down.

You know what they've given me -

a reward for doing the job... ?

A country house.

You know who'd belonged to the house?

Zuvalov.

- Zubalov?

The bastard we organized

the strike against.

And Trotsky turns it down...

How is she?

She - all right?

Men!

How would you like to go back

to Georgia, Sergo?

They knock a new hedge together.

- Whose?

Some of our old friends down there...

they're running the place

as though they own it.

They need a real kick in their ass!

So, will you go. You'll go.

All you need - a good pair of boots.

Feel there! Go ahead, feel it, nice!

I could have been making these

if my father had his way.

But was I nine.

He took me down to Tbilisi

to make me work in a boot factory;

wanted me to be a cobbler like him.

I ran away, came home -

nine years old.

He beat the sh*t out of me.

Beat the sh*t out of me.

But! I've never made a boot

for anyone.

No. I won.

And you know to wrest in them, Sergo?

When you wear boots

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