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UKRAINIAN EASTER ВАВКА KOLKHOZNITSA MARIA (A picture of real Soviet life) I skimmed an issue of bolshevik daily MPravda” of November 20, 1953. There was a photo of a mid dle* a-ged woman. She looked tired, her face wrinkled, with a cheap kerchief over her head, i'n an odd half-military blouse ishe appeared sorrowful and downcast. The caption said: Stakhanovka Maria Khudoley. I gazed at this “s-tak- h а поляка” for a while, for she re minded me of a real 'story, -lived through in my native village when I 'had been “enjoying the allurements oif free Soviet life.” Workin'g for the village council, I was- transcribing its minutes in order to make some money so I could go to town to study. One day a commotion set on foot in the village. An order came from the district center to select a staklbanovka from our village wiho' had gathered from one acre 500 cental's of sugar beet. The president of the council was dis turbed and worried sin'ce there wasn’t ill the whole re'gion a wo man who could be able to obtain even hallf of such a «crop- and thus 500 centals appeared too over- readhin'g. Still the party’s order had 'to- be obeyed, or else if su'ch a stakhanovka s'hould not be cre ated, one may easily find oneself in Siberia. The village council were dis- c u S'S і n g and considering this prob lem unltil they arrived at the con clusion: We eliall make Maria Mashehenko a stak'hanovka. She will fit best, principally 'because she kn'ows1 -how to keep silent. Time came when the village coun cil is to weigh anew the suigar beet's. The women bad dug some 160-180 cental-s from one acre. Where could they get 500 centals ? They bad no choice but to add to Maria’s crop the yields of two more kolkhozni'tsas tbus making the amount of 525 centals. Excel lent ! Subsequently Maria was given a Turkish ikerchief as a re ward for Stakhanov it e toil, and advised that she is going to visit kolkhozes and make speeches on how -she, thanks to -'the bolshevik party and authorities, bad achiev ed such a c-rop — 500 cental's of beets from an acre. Silently sbe accepted the order — since no one may decline. She squirmed pain fully, instead of manifesting her joy over the distinct і on — for it was sbe who was supposed to whip up her sister kolkhoznitsas into ever worse slave labor. The party men took her on a trip to kolkhozes in tbe region-, always under protection of party “custo dians.” She made tbe speeches as signed ber. Often she turned pale from inner aniguish when she no ticed ironical faces' of the peas ants, who thought she wa's'chosen a stakhanovka for bei'ng subser vient to -authorities', but her every word being a lie, for who may believe her story, of securing a yield of 500 centals from one acre. Finally came the culm-mat ion of this dramatic journey. .She was told to appear and to speak before the kolikihozniks of her own vil lage. She bad to- come before her relatives, friends, witnesses' of her honest and arduous life since her childhood, to appear in a role of an adulator to the abhorrent re gime. It is beyond my strength — she thought. Kol'khozniks, men and women, gathered in the hall. All turned their eyes toward her in expectation of her address. But Maria remained on the platform, paled and silent. Be brave, Maria, speak up, the people are waiting, the party man w-as emboldening her. Maria began like an automat. Comrade»,, Ithanks to the party and authorities I have (gathered 500 centals of beets . . Here her voice -broke down. The party men applauded. The (peasants stood motionlessly. Maria looked as though ishe was seeking some a s's і stance. Biting her lilps, she suddenly tore off her kerchief and threw it into the face of the chair man Off the village council1, and wi-th tears flo'winig down her cheeks sbe turned to the audi ence : “Don’t look -so at m e! I didn’t mean to lie!” Then she (Sweet Egg Bread) At the request of one of our sub scribers we give the following re cipe : 2 oz. fresh yeast (or 2 pkgs. pow dered yeast) 1 tsps. sugar У2 C. milk 2 T. flour 10 egg yolks V 2 C. sugar У 2 C. milk 4 C. unsifted flour 1 tsp. vanilla 1 tsp. salt V a lb. butter grated rind 1 lemon 1 cup seedless raisins If powdered yeast is used pre pare yeast as directed on package. Combine flour, sugar and yeast in warm milk. Leave in warm place to rise. Beat yolks of -eggs, add sugar beating to blend. Stir in yeast mixture, flour, salt, vanilla, warm milk and melted but not hot mutter. Leave in warm place to rise until twice the bulk. Knead dough 20-30 minutes adding rais ins and lemon rind while knead ing. Shape in loaf, place in well- greased long loaf pan or divide in half and place in two weM-greas- ed bread pans. Aigain place in warm place to rise until increased in bulk 50 per cent. Bake at 300° for 40 minutes then decrease heat to 275° for 20 more minutes. Is life so dear 01 * peace so $weet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. Forbid iit, Al mighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! Patrick Henry. * But a bold peasantry, a country’s pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. Goldsmith. dashed from the stand and ran home. Within a «short time Maria left “voluntarily” for the Far East to take part in buildilqg a town in the tundra. M. Ponedilok* Видання C оюзу Українок A мерики - перевидано в електронному форматі в 2012 році . A рхів C У A - Ню Йорк , Н . Й . C Ш A.
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