Western radio monitors, tuning in on a special children's broadcast on the Soviet home radio, heard the Russian equivalent of a Sunday-school lesson. A narrator told of a group of youngsters visiting the Kremlin. The children stood, awestruck, under a lighted window late at night, imagining Stalin to be working there. Said a boy actor:
"And then, I suppose, the light goes out and he—actually goes to sleep. Well, do you know, frankly, I simply can't imagine him going to sleep just like anyone else. No, no, I know it's silly. I know he must have sleep, like other people....
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