I Became Stalin chapter 297

I became Stalin chapter 297

Epilogue 2: Future of the Soviets

“after… ha… after… ha… Fuck… .”

oh fuck This was frankly insane.

The old body in the mid-70s had a lot of difficulty in doing heavy labor such as building a house. In the meantime, I took good care of my health and exercised hard, but it was a luxury to train my stamina while being hit by a lot of paperwork, and I am now feeling the consequences.

“Uhhhhhh… iosif! already… Huh… tired… Huh, are you?”

“Whew… Whoo… Whoo… don’t tell me… after… drink… .”

Fortunately, Wallace, who is ten years younger, seems to be holding up better than me because he has had time to build a house. Carrying heavy materials in this scorching sun, the face seemed to be scrambled, but it was the same thing.

“no… What kind of weather… .”

Fortunately, I avoid around noon, when the sun is strongest, and work mainly in the early morning and late afternoon, but I often feel like I am getting fat. The locals were accustomed to this kind of weather, so they didn’t sweat much, and they went back and forth.

Oh, it’s because they’re competing with Wallace for nothing and doing stupid things like carrying more materials and carrying more?

“Whew… I… I’ll take a little break… .”

“Then I… .”

When I took off my luggage and went into the shade, it seemed that I could live a little more. uh… I wanted to open my top because of the sticky sweat running down my back, but if I did, I was sure I would get burned by the sun.

The guy I brought as my new secretary and disciple saw me going into the shade and ran back and forth.

“comrade! comrade! Here is my water. Please drink some water.”

“Go… Thank you… It’s good to be young.”

“haha… He says everything.”

Again, the physical strength of those in their 20s and 70s could not even be compared. Is it because of the farm work?

“but… Is your hair okay? So peeled off… I’m afraid I’ll get burned.”

“… okay… Fine.”

The guy I brought, Mikhail Sergeevich Gorbachev, winced as if he was in pain, but smiled hard and said it was okay.

That I, in my 70s, has thicker hair than Gorbachev in my 20s. Gorbachev, who has lost significantly more hair than he did as Komsomol chairman, will probably look more than 60 years old just by looking at his forehead.

To be honest, I said that because I thought I might get a real burn, but…

“Anyway, for a sannim from Moscow University, you are amazing! That’s great.”

“Hahaha… I also worked on the farm in my hometown and was awarded the Order of Merit for Effort Comrade. It’s San.”

I know bastard

Gorbachev worked as a tractor driver on his hometown farm when he was in secondary school and was even awarded a medal for dramatically improving grain yields. His father was awarded the Order of Lenin, and his son was awarded the Order of Merit for Effort, so he could be said to be an exemplary Soviet peasant.

There, he served as the chairman of Komsomol, and he had a hard-working personality and smart mind, and in 50, he passed the Moscow University Law School, so it was fair to say that he took the elite course among the elite.

However, thanks to his conscientious personality to the point of being so outgoing, he was rather hit in the back of the head. Although they faced corruption and inefficiency, they failed to grasp and wield their deep-rooted connection with one hand, so they were beaten by a conservative coup and handed over the Soviet Union to bastards like Yeltsin.

Would it be any better if I took it with me and gave me tutoring? If you’ve been following me for a few years now, Gorbachev’s career won’t get in the way. Maybe it’s better to say that General Secretary Stalin is a talented person himself.

“Okay. Do you mean that if I don’t go to college, I see people who have just graduated from college, and I look like a sanni?”

“sin… Sorry!”

To be honest, I didn’t really like Gorbachev going to a law school or anything like that. Hmm… Would you rather send me to study in the United States through connections with the Americans who came from here?

Because MacArthur was still in power, the Soviet Union and the United States were blocked in many parts of their mutual study abroad. However, if there is a change of government after staying here for a few years, if you receive a letter of recommendation from me or from the former president, Wallace, you will be able to penetrate almost any university.

The subject, of course, is economics. It seemed okay to train people as experts in human development and social reform by doing development economics or welfare economics as much as they did things like building houses in such a remote place and understood the lives of Soviet peasants.

Still not sure what I was thinking about his future, Gorbachev raised my feet in a cold sweat.

“character! Let’s get this far today!”

“Wow!”

When the representative volunteer shouted at the site where a considerable number of volunteers were working besides us, the people cheered even with exhausted voices.

If you work too long in this kind of weather, you end up exhausted. Marshall’s service guideline, which was created by considering a scientific methodology and how many degrees and how many hours a person can withstand, was optimized for thoroughly and efficiently rolling people.

“Do you know what dinner is tonight? Mikhail Sergeyevich?”

“Oh, yes. Well… I remember it was probably stir-fried Calvassa vegetables.”

“Five!”

Months of volunteer work have turned me, a steel ruler, into an “ordinary human,” who fluctuates depending on what is on the menu for dinner every day.

But the stir-fried Calbasa vegetables are too delicious to be right?

When I picked up the plate and headed to the serving table, the savory and fragrant smell tickled my nose. Some volunteers suggested that I get it first because of my age or my previous location, but where should I do that?

“Uh… !”

“Hahaha, eat a lot.”

“Thank you!”

Unlike the stir-fried sausage with vegetables we know, the ‘Calbasa Vegetable Stir-fry’, in which a long calvasa sausage and canned spam are cut and fried in ketchup, was one of the volunteers’ favorite dishes. Bacon, eggs, potato salad, gravy and chicken so people don’t get discouraged!

Even though it is not good for health, this is the most delicious. Marshall, who used to be the Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, took over as the president, so he was able to withstand the arduous work of serving the U.S. military as much as he ate.

“Well… ?”

As I was eating in a hurry, a young child was staring at me.

When building a house in this neighborhood, I ran into a number of problems. Homelessness was only one aspect of poverty. The homeless were not only homeless, but also lacked food, water to drink, clothes, education, and everything.

As I held out my plate, the child quickly grabbed two boiled eggs. The kid put one in his mouth as if blindly, put the other in the pocket of his worn out trousers, nodded, and ran away.

At the end of the run, a smaller kid was waiting for my brother, sucking his finger.

“Mikhail Sergeevich. Did you see it?”

“Yes, comrade. Oh yeah… .”

Gorbachev, shaking his head as if he couldn’t describe it, took his plate and went to the kids and gave it to them. If you give them all you’ll be starving for dinner tonight, but Gorbachev quite often would hand over all of his food to the children like that.

“Poverty is not a lack in one area. Do you remember what I said?”

“Yes, I remember. A person without money has to invest more time and effort to earn money and for other things, work harder and lose health… .”

“I remember well. So what do you think we should do?”

“Yes? Well… .”

In the evening after all the work was done, the volunteers gathered and discussed their daily lives. How can we change this society?

Gorbachev still had little time and was very humble, so he preferred to listen rather than talk. So I asked this question, and Gorbachev began to talk about whether he had something in mind.

“Once we give money, there is a limit. Even if you try to get the same thing, they have to buy it at a higher price. However, giving in kind is a burden for transportation, but there is a problem of distribution as well as money.”

‘Oh… .’

“I think the closest thing we have to the right answer is education. Or maybe even medical care.”

“Why do you think so?”

“It’s a bit of a trick, but isn’t there a reason we’re building schools and hospitals? Hahaha… .”

Development economics in this era remained at an extremely rudimentary level. Until welfare economists like Amatia Sen came up with something like the Human Development Index, development was just a state’s job of dumping more resources into productive sectors.

However, Gorbachev seemed to slowly understand what the concept of “human competence” development was.

What a great profit it is at the national level to teach those young children who will live and die as ignorant laborers for the rest of their lives and make them workers of the new era! Smart workers who could handle machines were better than simple workers, and elite researchers with university education were more productive than that.

“Then you… What do you think of lending to poor people like that at a low interest rate?”

“Yes? Are you talking about a loan?”

And although I am an elite, I have come to the point of telling Gorbachev, who is within the limits of the times, of various stories.

Venezuela’s ‘El Sistema’ music education was something we were already trying. Cuba’s ‘Latin American Medical University’, which built a huge medical school to receive and educate students from all over the world, has advanced several times as an international proletarian medical school.

However, microcredit and unsecured microloans, represented by Grameen Bank, did not fit well with socialist ideology.

Gorbachev looked at me as if he was talking about such a reactionary story, and he was deeply in thought.

“maybe… Well… Rather than an individual creating a business through a loan, it would be fine if the group, that is, a regional party or party cell unit, had the right to operate. At least if I can get rid of the damn loan shark leeches here… .”

Tired of the evil deeds of the reactionary capitalists who exploit the poor at high rates, Gorbachev shook his head. It’s also impossible not to be closely related to the Habitat business, and some loan sharks even robbed people and sold the house we gave them to them because they couldn’t repay their loan!

Those friends are government officials under pressure from the Soviet Union, and they had to have a pleasant meeting with the NKVD assassination task force… Anyway, Gorbachev’s thoughts weren’t bad.

What would you do if you only collect collectibles on the floor? It’s like having dozens of poor people gather to only increase their mouths for food. It seemed useful to provide initial funds and equipment free of charge first so that they could work efficiently.

“is it? Then, when you become a high person, try it.”

“Yes? Hahaha… A joke too… .”

I’m not kidding. Still, Gorbachev didn’t seem to know who he had fallen in love with.

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