You need to pay for everything that was free. That's why you are sitting here, when you should be in school. In his youth, he broke into a collective farm bakery to steal it, a secret he has kept for more than 30 years. The Stalin museum, maintained by stalwart Gori matrons, may be the loneliest place in the city. Electricity is sporadic, and even on a sunny day the cavernous hallways are so cold you can see your breath.
Few relics are as revered as the two sculpted bronze heads formed from Stalin's death mask.
One is in Moscow, the other resides here in a pitch-black sanctuary. The guide eerily lights the way with a candle, then holds it gently above the bust for viewing. With a reporter's flashlight to help, she uses a key to scrape away accumulated wax drippings from Stalin's collar. We offer them for your additional research. The Christian Science Publishing Society.