Where do I start? I was only a child and I knew nothing of communism, socialism or politics. I had a very happy childhood (even if it contained Lenin’s portrait on the wall of kindergarten’s rooms). There were hardships, but we made it. And I remember this. I was never once scared of strangers. People then, they cared. They helped readily, sincerely, even strangers. Seeing this in old movies still makes me cry.
I come from what is supposed to be the last Soviet generation. Most of the postcards I post here are from my friends’ collections, fair few are from my own. Thank you, I love getting feedback! :D
Oh, cool. :) March 8 is still one of the biggest holidays in Russia.