Lenin's Childhood Home

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This was Lenin’s childhood home that had been turned into a musuem at the time i was there. I sat down at the piano. I don’t know what made me do it, there was no one around, and I thought I was alone in the house, and began to play the first few bars to Rachmaninov. To my surprise, the housekeeper, who had slipped in behind me, clapped her hands over her mouth in surprise (I thought she was going to kick me out!) and said “Oh my, that was his favorite song, please do keep playing.” Was I ever glad I had kept practicing.

Herre is the “shed” that was down a walkway with strawberry beds on both sides of the walk. Oh, by the way, at the time of the year, strawberries are everywhere and delicious.