Foreign News: Whose Anthem, Anyhow?

The crowd packed into Holford Square. In a drab house in this drab square in a drab suburb of London, Nikolai Lenin lived and dreamed for a few months in 1903, when the Congress of Russian Social Democrats was convened in the capital of imperial Britain. One thing he never dreamed was that a bust of himself would one day be unveiled there. Last week one was.

Ambassador Maisky pulled a cord. The Union Jack and the Hammer & Sickle drew apart, revealed Lenin's likeness in white concrete against a red background, over a concrete block with a red marble top....

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