A short moment of silence jails upon the Great Hall of the Kremlin. The great Leader rises and directs his steady and measured steps towards the rostrum. All present rise to their feet. The walls of the Kremlin Palace shake with the echo of "Hurrah." All that fills the soul of the Soviet man, all that has been dearest Jor the Communist is put into this ovation, which expresses a boundless sea of love for their Leader. A minute passes—two, three. The ovation, like an Alpine avalanche, grows greater and greater. It only...
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