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		    Lenin in his Red Period 
		  
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		    Hide from the storm in a cafe 
		  
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		    At least the tramvai is close 
		  
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In the late 1800’s, a young man came into the world by the 
	    name of Vladimir Ilich Ulyanov in the town of Simbirsk. When he started to 
	    write, he changed his surname to Lenin and 
	    the rest it history. Well, almost. His hometown, to commemorate its famous 
	    son, changed its name to Ulyanovsk and in the 1970’s built a huge museum 
	    around his boyhood homes.
	    I’m living in Ulyanovsk this week while Lidia audits a local chocolate factory 
	    (you know what I’ve been eating every day!), and I’m getting quite Lenin-happy. 
	    So far, I’ve seen each of the four houses he lived in, and two more that 
	    his family owned (they moved around town a lot). He came from an upper-middle 
	    class family, and he was the third of six kids. From his beginnings, he seemed 
	    to be normal, and I couldn’t find any funky event in Ulyanovsk that might 
	    have twisted him into overthrowing the Tzar. 
	    Oddly enough, outside of the museums, there isn’t much here in the way of 
	    the usual Lenin monuments. He has his 
	    own on the town square, but I didn’t see many buildings in his name. Its 
	    is usual to find a dozen buildings, institutes, streets, or plazas named 
	    for him in every city, but not Ulyanovsk. I guess, after having a section 
	    of their old town center demolished for the museum complex, the locals are 
	    kinda sick of all the hubbub. Personally, I can’t blame them! 
	    The town itself is a great respite from the monotony of 
	    Toglatti, having a distinct old section filled 
	    with wooden homes from the 1800’s. The town used to stretch along the Volga, 
	    before the huge dam was built at Toglatti that made the river into the Kuybyshev 
	    Reservoir. Now there is a sand beach at the water’s edge down the hill from 
	    our hotel, but it ain’t much. 
	    Our hotel, on the other hand, is worthy of a few words. First, it is dirt-cheap! 
	    Unlike the usual in Russia, there isn’t any stupid double pricing here, both 
	    Lidia and I pay 150 rubles a night. With the current 
	    exchange rate, that works out to about $6. Not bad for a double room on the 
	    16th floor of the tallest building in Ulyanovsk! 
	    Now, with a double room, we expected a double bed. Well, we got one all right! 
	    Two single bed on either side of the room. The Soviets were not big on fun 
	    times in hotel rooms, and wouldn’t even let unmarried couples sleep in the 
	    same room! These days the rules are not as strict, Lidia and I am together, 
	    but we still have to deal with the remnants of the system, like the two single 
	    beds. Like in Kyiv in 
	    Turkey, we pushed the two single beds together to 
	    make a single double bed, with yours truly having to sleep in the crack. 
	    What I do for love! 
	    The furniture (and probably the linens!) date from the 1950’s, although Hotel 
	    Venets was built in the ’70’s. I actually like the style though; it is all 
	    wood and very sturdy. Minimalist in design, everything is very practical, 
	    if a little boring. My only complaint would be the bed frames. With high 
	    walls on three sides, two beds together form a mini-corral from which it 
	    is mighty hard to get out of in the morning. Oh, and that the outlets are 
	    all the two flat-prong American style, but the electricity is still Russian 
	    220 volts, which makes both the two round-prong or an American 110 volt appliance 
	    useless. Standard Soviet engineering!  |