My Life After Stalin's Death

After five years in prison camp, I was sent to exile for life. So I found myself in the God for a second place named Ekebostus in northeastern Kazakhstan. After his death, the general amnesty was announced and my exile was over. When I saw him Stalin's appearance disappointed me. But the point was not his appearance, but the fact that I saw him dead in the coffin. And living in Moscow, I had strange feeling from time to time that my free life was contemporary or something. This feeling disappeared only when I first walked on Florida beach and saw the athletic.