By John Scott
"Students analyzing Scott have come away with a true appreciation of the hardships lower than which those employees equipped Magnitogorsk and of the approximately tremendous enthusiasm with which a lot of them worked." --Ronald Grigor Suny
"A real grassroots account of Soviet life--a kind of ebook of which there were a ways too few." --William Henry Chamberlin, manhattan instances, 1943
..". a wealthy portrait of way of life below Stalin." --New York instances e-book Review
General readers, scholars, and experts alike will locate a lot of relevance for knowing brand new Soviet Union during this new version of John Scott's shiny exploration of lifestyle within the formative days of Stalinism.
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Popov and Shabkov stood up, loosening their belts and belching. 'Da,' said Popov. ' When we got back to the job, it was twelve-thirty according to the wooden clock in the compressor house. We had spent only fifteen or twenty minutes in actual eating, but had lost an hour and a half of working time. Bad organization again. The director knew it, the trade union and party functionaries knew it. But it was another story to remedy the situation. Thousands of workers had to be fed. There were not enough dining-rooms, or tables, or stools, or spoons, or food itself.
Of course I'll go up. Only, listen, how about some felt boots? ' 'I know,' said Shabkov, 'I told the foreman about you and I'll tell him again. ' 'But we have to get them,' said the young rigger, with an oath. 'It's in the collective agreement. ' Nobody answered. Everyone had either read the collective agreement himself or heard others read it aloud, but, as Shabkov said, if there were no boots, what could one do? The other rigger said nothing. He was a little afraid that the brigadier would suggest that he work high.
She dashed off smiling and returned shortly with twelve large lumps of black bread. On the next trip she brought twelve plates of hot soup. It wasn't bad soup. There was some cabbage in it, traces of potatoes and buckwheat, and an occasional bone. It was hot, that was the main thing. The workers ate with relish, some of them having put mustard in it for flavor. Most of them had eaten all their bread before the soup was gone. Shabkov and Popov, however, had two pieces each (two pieces of two hundred grams each make just one pound of black bread), so that theirs lasted through till the end of their soup and they even had some left to eat with their second course.