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...architecture. Half close your eyes in the vast Ala-Too Square and picture the Red Army parading through the plaza in Stalin's day. History buffs should visit the Frunze House Museum, tel: (996-312) 66 06 07, a thatched cottage once home to Mikhail Vasilyevich Frunze, the Bolshevik general who led his forces to victory against the region's basmachi (Muslim guerillas) in 1920. The State Historical Museum, tel: (996-312) 62 61 05, with its outlandish shrine to Lenin, is a must...
...book is essentially a product of the Bolshevik Revolution, and the culture of regimented pomp with which the Soviets came to be associated. In a telegram to his nemesis, Ostap says, “I am commanding parade,” invoking the frequent and spectacular displays of public military prowess in Soviet cities. Just like Ostap, the book demands the reader’s undivided attention. The novel’s content is humorous, but it remains reflective of the Soviet philosophy of living: one long procession of change comprised of marchers doomed to parade around en masse, doing...
From her earliest years, Rand was a woman on a mission. Born Alisa Rosenbaum in 1905 to a bourgeois Jewish family in St. Petersburg, Rand was 12 when the Bolshevik Revolution took place. Her family, suddenly poor, was forced to flee, and Rand's hatred of communism and any sort of collectivism would guide her life. Arriving in the U.S. in 1926 with a new name, Ayn (rhymes with fine) made her way to Hollywood, where she had modest success as a screenwriter and married an aspiring actor, Frank O'Connor. Her politicization came when she and her husband worked...
...Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg, which has grown to outshine the Bolshoi under the strong - some say autocratic - hand of artistic director and conductor Valery Gergiev. "In the Bolshoi, we have a structure where everyone has their own responsibility and makes their own decisions." (See pictures of the Bolshevik October Revolution...
...West Palm Beach, Fla., climaxes with a multiscreen gallery of films connected to that production. The nose climbs a ladder in silhouette (and tumbles down); a Cossack dances. On another screen are abject snippets from the 1937 trial transcript of Nikolai Bukharin, one of the multitude of old Bolshevik leaders devoured by Stalin. It's too soon to know how Kentridge will connect all this into a coherent production. But there won't be a diamond-crusted skull or a mirror-steel bling thing anywhere near it. That you can count...