[January 1, 1941. Election Day!
I don't like crowds and try to avoid jumbling whenever possible. So, after looking at the notice reading, "The poll station is open from 6am until midnight," I decided not to hurry. I will go when the crowd thins out.
I knew nothing about two candidates for MPs, but the third was Maruska Yavorskaya, a prostitute whom they called a "pauper" in the ballot paper. She was one of those who on Tuesdays came to the city doctor, Elena Petrovna Bivol, for a medical examination.]
If I happened to call at the doctor's husband, a veterinarian, on a Tuesday morning I saw those night fairies. They sat on the porch railing and drew attention with the indecent easiness of their poses, heavily made-up faces, loud laughter and rough jokes they exchanged with frontier guards from the near-by barracks. Is she my representative?
[No, if they put this hopeless person in the line with those two I know nothing of, I am sorry, but I don't think such MPs are OK with me. And I crossed all three of them.]