To continue what we started last night, I really don't remember what Soviet film this was from, but boy is it full of good translations to use at the beginning.
The famous meeting between Richard Nixon and Nikita Khrushchev that became known as "The Kitchen Debate," Moscow, July 24, 1959.
This is the grave of Arkady Shevchenko. Born in 1930 in Horlivka, in what is today the eastern Ukraine (or at least until Putin finishes his conquest), Shevchenko grew up.
Watching footage of nuclear tests is, for me as it is for many people, absolutely gripping. It's utterly horrible of course. But there's also a devastating awful beauty of that.
The New York Times decided to go all-in on redbaiting yesterday with a supposed exposé that Bernie Sanders was supporting Soviet propaganda when he visited the country in 1988, part.
There's a long debate about the nature of Soviet communism. Was it doomed from the start to be a horrible oppressive state? Was it Stalin? What happened? I'm reading Sheila.
I am soon returning to East Coast Exile, reality, and regular blogging. Until then, this. 1980's Soviet Estonian TV ad for minced chicken meat by filmmaker Harry Egipt. A vegetarian's.
Sometimes, it's really surprising that the U.S. and Soviet Union did not actually go to war. This story about Soviet paranoia in the face of Reagan's increasing aggressiveness is quite.
