Word: vasya
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...Vasya, 15, a schoolboy carrying a guitar in a case: "Personally, I think it's a good thing Gorbachev is young; he's the youngest member of the Politburo. The others are all stuck in their ways now, but Gorbachev has his ear closer to the ground...
Once again, poetry, her own and that if others, was the thread that tied her to humanity. Poetry served her also when she was reunited with her younger son Vasya. (Her elder had died of hunger after her arrest...
...then the 16-year-old Vasya was a stranger. He had been four when his mother was taken away, and he was dispatched to one of the orphanages for the children of the enemies of the people. In Kolyma, mother and son found a means of communicating with each other by reciting poetry during their first night together. Those lines, she recalls, were "a bulwark against the inhumanity of the real world ... a form of resistance." Vasya (who grew up to be the brilliant Russian novelist Vasili Aksyonov) told her "Now I understand what a mother is ... you can recite...
Crabmeat for Vasya. The government has tried and abandoned a succession of incentive plans. When waiters got a percentage of each individual check, they pushed vodka at the expense of food, despite a government campaign against alcoholism. Last week the government tried again with a new plan permitting waiters to divide 20% of the restaurant's total monthly income from food. In the first days of the plan's operation, service was nearly as bad as ever. Said one doleful Pole: "The only way to get a decent meal in Warsaw is to patronize a private restaurant operated...
...Moscow, where the food and service is better but not much, the Soviet government is also grappling with the restaurant problem. Moskovskaya Pravda related the sad story of Comrade Lopatkin, director of Moscow's popular Dynamo restaurant, who first fell from grace when his pet cat, Vasya, lost its appetite. Disdaining offerings of liverwurst, white bread, porridge and grapes, the cat did agree to eat the best canned crabmeat from the restaurant's storeroom, and was soon wolfing a can a day. Next, Lopatkin's wife admired the restaurant chandelier, and Lopatkin sent it home. Before long...