" And a Chinese drew this. Lavrenti was indignant: look, Vissarionovich, it looks like Mao tkvenze chkviania. That is, that Mao, here, looks like he is smarter than you and is teaching you his wisdom. From Lenin’s positions. “ Why Lenin’s?” I didn’t understand. Because, he explained, he is holding Lenin’s book… Couldn’t find anything better to hold! We didn’t talk about Lenin with him. Almost. Mao only asked – whom I considered a hero at his age. Not a teacher, but a hero. "Already noone", I answered. "Maybe, the Chechen, Shamil, a little bit." "Not Lenin?!" he was surprised. I answered him honestly: "Lenin was never a hero. He was a member of intelligentsia. An evil member…"
 
 
      А это очередь ко мне. В Колонный зал. В марте 53-го. Меня тут не видно: я внутри. В гробу. Как бы мёртвый. Но многим так лишь кажется. Какой мертвец – пусть даже сам Учитель, – продолжает выяснять смысл жизни?!
      Here people are queuing to visit me. It's in March, 1953. You can't see me in the picture: I'm inside the building. In a coffin. Some would say – a dead man. But this is just an illusion. Who of the dead, the Teacher included, contemplates about the meaning of life?!
 

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