"We are coming, we are coming / We will wipe out the bourgeoisie" goes their happy marching song. There are entire days, my friends -- sometimes even long stretches of consecutive days -- when running away to join the Bolshevik mushroom people seems like a very attractive proposition indeed...
(illustration, artist unknown, from Мурзилка (Murzilka) magazine, Year 1924, Issue 6. Source.)












