sad anecdote
In light of recent events I remembered an old anecdote:
October 1917.
aristocrat, granddaughter of the Decembrists, hearing the noise on the street asked the janitor to know what is happening there.
- The young lady, the revolution out there! - Returns to the janitor.
- How wonderful! My grandfather, too, wanted to make a revolution! And learn, my dear, what also want these revolutionaries?
- The young lady, they want to not be rich! - Said the newly returned the porter.
- Sorry, but my grandfather wanted to not be poor!
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