I finally went to see Lenin’s tomb and all the other stuff behind the chains on Red Square. Woah.
Somehow, it was appropriate that it was drizzing outside, but it didn’t dampen (sorry, couldn’t resist) the …. excitement? I dunno if it was excitement, really, but there was definitely something there.
I took the metro to Okhotniy Ryad and exited to Red Square. Walked right through the arches only to see that Red Square was cordoned off. Whoops! Turns out, it was because Lenin’s tomb was open. Over to the side, there was a short line of people entering through metal detectors and walking silently to the entrance. This meant I had to walk all the way around the Historical Museum. So, if you want to go see Lenin’s tomb, be sure to remember, Red Square is inaccessible and the entrance is on the side, near the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and eternal flame. You have to check your bags, phones, cameras, etc. Then you enter, walk to the front of the Mausoleum in the front door, to the left, down, around to the right….. and into the room wherein lies Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, aka Lenin.
It’s an odd feeling seeing him lying there. Lying in state, but for how long? Six or seven decades? The people in front of me, and I’m sure countless others, whispered that he looked like a Madame Tussaud figure.
Nevertheless, this is the guy. He’s the one who made it all happen. All the statues in all the cities, all the paintings in all the museums, even the pictures of the sarcophagus didn’t prepare me for this. And here I am, almost 100 years later, walking by him, seeing him with my own eyes. I wonder what he would have thought having about a born-and-raised capitalist gazing upon him. This assumes, of course, that he ignore the fact that he never wanted to put on display like some kind of hero. Thanks, Joe!
After walking around all three sides of Lenin, another passageway led us out. But, that was not all. No, no. Then, we walked the full length of Red Square gazing at two very long monuments to other heros (including John Reed) and also lots of other plaques (Gagarin, William Haywood and Arthur McManus) and busts (Stalin, Chernenko, Andropov, Brezhnev, but not Krushov). There were many, many others. I’ll have to go back and get some more names.
So, it was a short excursion, but that was actually good. I wouldn’t want to stand in line for hours just to have three minutes with the man.
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