Out in the district of Kustanay in remote northern Kazakhstan, a Russian wrote a despondent note to Moscow's Pravda, and for its own reasons, Pravda decided to publish it:
". . . Machinery lies all around the railroad stations. One can see everywhere mounds of broken parts lying in the mud . . . Many things get spoiled. Gasoline, lubricants, hay, spares, combines are being kept together in one backyard; hay mowers rot in the compost . . . Some spare parts are just thrown into the middle of the street, and the...
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