Sergius Wjarasmutkin was managing, last week, a small factory in his village in distant Vladimir Province, Russia. On the second floor of the factory was the only hall in the neighborhood, a room about 24 feet square, with tiny windows and one door, used as a storeroom for tools and gasoline and cotton waste.
Came to the factory the President of the village Soviet, and said:
"Sergius Wjarasmutkin, Tuesday is a national holiday. To celebrate it your factory has been chosen as the place in which to show a film sent to us...
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