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Europe, Summer 1964

Kiev, Summer 1964

Kiev, the last stop in our two-week tour of the USSR, is known as the “Mother of Russian cities”.  Its significance for the emergence of Eastern Slavic civilization is gauged by the name by which the first Russian state is known to history – Kievan Rus.  In the 9th and 10th centuries CE Kiev was the seat of powerful rulers who converted the Eastern Slavs to Christianity, subdued the nomadic tribes of the steppe, and carried on trade with the Byzantine Empire, which became their cultural paradigm.  Eclipsed for centuries by the rise of rivals to the north and the Mongol conquests of the 13th century, Kiev eventually regained prominence as a provincial capital of the Russian Empire, of which it was the third largest city after Moscow and St. Petersburg.  In the Soviet Union Kiev became the capital of the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic; and after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Ukraine became an independent state, with Kiev as its capital.

A shot of the Ukrainian countryside en route to Kiev, taken in defiance of Soviet rules against shooting photos from trains.

Kiev is a very green city, with lots of trees and parks. I wouldn’t have expected this, because I always think of the Ukraine as being a treeless steppe. Not so Kiev.

Kiev – a view of the Left Bank from the Right Bank of the Dnepr River

Kiev was originally built on the west (“right”) bank of the Dnepr River, and did not expand to the east (“left”) bank until the 20th century. The city center and most of its attractions are on the right bank, with the left bank (at right in the picture below) consisting of residential and industrial districts.

Bridge across the Dnepr River at Kiev

We spent our first day in Kiev visiting its two major historical and religious sites, the Pecherskaia Lavra and the Cathedral of St. Sophia.

Kiev – Pecherskaia Lavra

Pecherskaia Lavra is best translated as “Monastery of the Caves.” Founded in the eleventh century CE, it soon became one of the most important centers of Orthodox Christianity in Eastern Europe, and has remained so ever since. It functions both as a museum and a working monastery, the headquarters of the Ukrainian Orthodox Church.

Pecherskaia Lavra – Bell Tower at center, domes of monastery churches to left of center

There are indeed caves at the Pecherskaia Lavra, and the monks lived in them and are buried in them. We toured the caves, as well as the rest of the complex, and viewed the remains and relics of the monks in the catacombs as well as various objets d’art – icons, crucifixes, chalices, textiles, etc. – in the museum collections.

Restoration work; large dome at right belongs to Refectory Church

The monastery suffered extensive damage during World War II; its main church, the Dormition Cathedral, was destroyed, and for years afterward the Soviets dragged their heels on restoration work – the cathedral was not fully reconstructed until 1995, after the Ukraine became independent. But the Refectory Church, shown at right in the picture above, dating from the nineteenth century, was impressive.

Babushki and a youth visiting the Pecherskaia Lavra

While strolling the grounds of the monastery, I was able to sneak a shot of some citizens who might not have consented to be photographed if I had asked. It was mostly old retired folks, especially elderly women, who frequented churches and other religious institutions in the Soviet era. Young people usually avoided them, since it could hurt their career or employment prospects if they were found to have religious inclinations. But there were exceptions, of course, and in any case the monastery was a tourist site as well as a religious institution.

Bell tower at Pecherskaia Lavra, Kiev

The crowning glory of the Pecherskaia Lavra is its bell tower, seen in the picture above. I had to take the picture at an angle because that was the only way I could get the tower to fit in the frame from my vantage point – and even then I had to chop off part of the bottom. In the next picture, which I took from a vantage point further away, I managed to squeeze in the entire tower, except for the cross on top. Also, I was facing into the sun, so that the tower is shaded, and the streetcar wires got in the way. But it was the best I could do with the time and equipment I had.

Bell tower of Pecherskaia Lavra (Cave Monastery) in Kiev, with other structures of monastery in background

Our next stop was the Cathedral of St. Sophia. First built in the early eleventh century, only a few decades after the Kievan Grand Prince Vladimir initiated the conversion of his realm to Orthodox Christianity, the cathedral was inspired by the church of Hagia Sophia in Constantinople. Somehow it survived the myriad episodes of pillage and destruction which afflicted Kiev in the ensuing centuries, though only barely, and in an advanced state of decrepitude. In the seventeenth century efforts to restore the cathedral began, and the exterior was rebuilt in the Ukrainian Baroque style. The work continued into the eighteenth century, with new additions such as a bell tower being added.

Our Sputnik tour group has just debarked from the bus to visit St. Sophia Cathedral.

In the 1930s the Soviet regime confiscated the cathedral and laid plans to demolish it and turn the grounds into a park, but in the end was dissuaded from this course by the pleas of prominent scientists and historians. Instead, the regime converted the cathedral complex into an architectural and historical museum, which it remains to this day, although the Ukrainian government has allowed Orthodox services to be conducted in it at times.

Facade of St. Sophia Cathedral

Both the St. Sophia Cathedral and the Pecherskaia Lavra are considered part of the same UNESCO World Heritage site, although the two are located in different districts of the city of Kiev.

One of the cathedral doors.

By the seventeenth century much of the territory today known as Ukraine had become a possession of the Commonwealth of Poland-Lithuania, then the most powerful state in Eastern Europe. But the inhabitants found Polish rule oppressive, and meanwhile another power was arising on the steppe – the Cossacks, bands of freebooters who welcomed into their ranks the castoffs of all the neighboring lands. In 1848 a dispossessed landowner, Bohdan Khmelnitsky, was elected Hetman – leader – of the Cossacks of the Zaporozhian Host and raised the standard of revolt. After a series of victories, Khmelnitsky entered Kiev with his forces just before Christmas, and the cheering townspeople greeted him on Sophia Square, then the main square of Kiev. In 1888, the monument featured in the photo below was installed on Sophia Square to commemorate the events of 1848.

Monument to Bohdan Khmelnitsky in Sophia Square, Kiev. The building at the right has since been replaced by a Hyatt Hotel.

Khmelnitsky’s uprising began a long and incredibly complicated series of conflicts involving all the countries of Eastern Europe, and in the end leaving Poland and Lithuania destitute and no longer a Commonwealth, and Ukraine under the sway of Moscow, soon to be transformed into the Russian Empire under Peter the Great.

Monument to Taras Shevchenko, Ukrainian national poet, in the Kiev park named after him. In the background is a building of the university which is also named him.

Taras Shevchenko (1816-1861) was born a serf in a Ukrainian village. By hook or crook he managed to obtain a smattering of elementary education and also discovered a talent for painting. His master, a wealthy landlord, once had him whipped for painting a portrait surreptitiously, without permission, but later, realizing that he could use Shevchenko’s talent for his own gain, sent him to study in a studio in St. Petersburg. There Shevchenko met other artists and intellectuals, who helped him buy his freedom in 1838. Shevchenko also began writing poetry as a serf, and his first collection of poems was published in 1840. Over the next few years, while still residing in St. Petersburg, Shevchenko made several trips to the Ukraine, and, finding himself distressed by conditions in his homeland, became involved with a secret society called the Brotherhood of Sts. Cyril and Methodius, dedicated to Ukrainian national rebirth and independence. The society was soon exposed and suppressed by the Tsarist regime, and Shevchenko, whose case was personally investigated by Tsar Nicholas I, was sent into exile as a private in the Imperial Russian army, and for good measure forbidden to write or paint. The long exile, under harsh conditions, broke his health; although he was given amnesty in 1857 by Tsar Alexander II, he died in St. Petersburg in 1861, at the age of 47. Although famous in life both as a painter and a poet, he is now mostly known for his literary impact; though he had important predecessors, he is nevertheless considered to be the founder of the modern Ukrainian language. In an ironic turn of historical justice, the university founded in Kiev by Shevchenko’s persecutor Nicholas I, is now named the Taras Shevchenko National University of Kiev.

Kiev Opera House, where Stolypin was assassinated in 1911

The Kiev Opera was established in 1867. After the first building in which it was housed burned down (1896), a new one was built, which opened in 1901. It was considered to be one of the finest in Europe, and was patronized by the Imperial family. On September 14, 1911, a performance of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s opera The Tale of Tsar Saltan was held there. Attending the performance were Tsar Nicholas II, two of his daughters, and a number of high officials including Pyotr Stolypin, Prime Minister and Minister of the Interior since 1906. During an intermission, despite the presence of 90 guards, a man named Dmitry Bogrov, a revolutionary who also happened to be a double agent working for the Okhrana, the Tsar’s secret police, shot Stolypin, who died a few days later. Bogrov was quickly tried and hanged. The episode has been shrouded in mystery and controversy ever since, especially regarding the motives and actions of the assassin. Stolypin had been conducting a somewhat successful agrarian reform program aimed at assuaging discontent among the agrarian population and creating a class of peasant landowners who would support the regime; his efforts were anathema to both the revolutionaries, who aimed at maximum destabilization, and the most right-wing elements in the government, who found Stolypin too liberal. In killing Stolypin, was Bogrov trying to fulfill the agenda of the revolutionaries, or of the reactionaries, or both? Nobody really knows for certain, and the question remains unresolved to this day.

Sputnik did not maintain a full schedule while we were in Kiev, and we were fortunate to have some time to explore the city and become acquainted with parts of it not associated with the usual tourist attractions. One evening Bob Barrett, our group leader, took a couple of us with him to visit a friend in his Kiev flat inside one of the typical post-World-War-II Soviet apartment block-buldings (see picture below). I don’t remember the name of the friend or how Bob had become acquainted with him in the first place. But I do remember his television set, which was one of those ancient tiny-screen models with a magnifying glass in front of the screen to make the picture look bigger. And I remember him telling us that he was happy with the way things were going, because he was enjoying what he considered a decent standard of living and his situation had been improving year after year.

We went to visit someone who lived in one of these typical post-WWII Soviet-style apartment blocks.

Our tour group actually had two leaders. One was the aforementioned Bob Barrett, who was an Uzbek specialist, and the other was Professor William Frey from Pennsylvania (I don’t remember which institution he was associated with). Actually, Professor Frey was supposed to have taught the Russian class in Munich, but he had to cancel out because his wife was ill. He did manage to come for the USSR trip, though, and he proved to be a jolly fellow and an excellent guide. He appears on the left of the following photo, which I shot in front of a Kiev bakery, where people were queued up waiting to purchase their daily bread.

Professor William Frey (at left) in front of a Kiev bakery

Professor Frey had a birthday while we were in Kiev, and the group wanted to get him a present. Kitty, one of the women in the tour group, volunteered to buy the present, and I agreed to keep her company, since she didn’t want to wander alone through downtown Kiev. In order to buy a present, though, she needed to get hold of some additional Soviet currency, because she didn’t have enough for a proper gift; and when we went to the bank to exchange some dollars for rubles, we found that it was a holiday and the bank was closed, though stores in general remained open. I was ready to quit and go back to the hotel, but Kitty insisted that there must be someplace or some way we could change money, so we wandered around the downtown area for hours looking searching in vain. I don’t remember whether we ever somehow came up with a birthday present for Professor Frey, but I did take the opportunity to snap a photo of downtown Kiev.

Street scene in downtown Kiev, Summer 1964

One of the high points of our stay in Kiev was a visit to the beach. Being from Southern California, surfing capital of the world, I wouldn’t have expected to find much of a beach in Kiev, but there were beaches on the banks of the Dnepr, complete with umbrellas, cabanas and sand though not with surf; and one afternoon Bob, Bill, Kitty, Jan, Diane and I went to one of them.

Excursion to a beach on the Dnepr River in Kiev. From left, standing: Bill, Diane, Bob; seated, Kitty and Jan.

Whether it was because Bill did something annoying or just on general principles, we decided to bury Bill in the sand. Bill graciously went along with his own interment; Bob, Jan and Diane did the digging, while I shot pictures and Kitty read a book.

Bill annoyed everyone, so Jan, Bob and Diane buried him in the sand, while Kitty (hidden behind Jan) recused herself from our criminal activities.
Having buried Bill in the sand, we debate whether to leave him there, while Kitty ignores it all.

From Kiev we took a train back to Brest-Litovsk, which had also been our entry point to the Soviet Union. We expected the reverse of the process we had encountered upon our entry: we would debark from the train, go through customs and re-embark on the same train once the railroad-car “uppers” had been transplanted from the wide-gauge Soviet platforms to the narrower-gauge Western ones. This was not what happened, as it turned out.

First of all, going through outbound customs proved to be a more arduous process than on the inbound direction. Rather than a cursory examination of the contents of our suitcases on the train, we were subjected to a meticulous inspection in a closed room, where the border guards went through our suitcases item by item, asking searching questions about each piece they didn’t immediately recognize. This included tampons and feminine napkins, which apparently were not available in the USSR at that time (or for years afterward; I never saw evidence of them in 1972-3 either). The same was true for condoms. It was embarrassing, especially for the women, to have to explain the usage of these articles in our mostly inadequate Russian to the border guards. We thought that we were perhaps being subjected to extra scrutiny (not to mention irritation) because of our association with the Institute in Munich, but as it turned out, we got off easy compared to some of the other Western tourists.

The worst part, though, was being told that our nice train with its sleeping cars was being expropriated for the use of people more important than us, and that we would be put on a different train, which was not yet available, so we had to wait for the better part of a day in a hot, uncomfortable (not air-conditioned, of course) train station. I endured the ordeal by drinking lots of a sweet, mediocre sparkling wine, which was pretentiously labeled “Soviet Champagne”. At last, in the late afternoon, we were told that we could board our train. It turned out to be a bare-bones Polish train with no sleeping cars; we got to sit upright on hard wooden benches while the train clattered all night through Poland and into East Germany. We boarded the train at the same time as a British group, one of whose members had his camera taken away by the customs officials. In response to his bitter protests, they promised him that they would develop the film onsite to verify that he had taken no illegal pictures during his stay in the USSR, and if they found nothing incriminating, they would return the camera and film before his train left. When the time came to board the train, they still had not done so. He threatened to lie down on the track in front of the train if they didn’t give him the film before the train left. Finally, literally at the last minute, as the train was starting to pull out of the station, a border guard showed up and handed him the camera and the film, to everyone’s great relief. But then, as the train left the station behind, he took a look at the developed film. It was color film, and the Soviets had processed it as if it were black-and-white, wrecking it, so he lost all his pictures.

Leaning out of the window of a Polish train departing from Brest-Litovsk

I don’t remember anything about the trip back from Berlin to Munich, probably because I was so groggy after not getting much sleep on the Polish train from Brest. I do remember that, after we got back to Munich, the staff of the Institute for the Study of the USSR took us to a beer hall and plied us with beer and pretzels while they pumped us for all the information they could get out of us on current conditions in the Soviet Union. So that’s the brief history of my career as a spy for the CIA.

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Europe, Summer 1964

Moscow, Summer 1964

In July, 1964, after a few hours of sightseeing in Berlin, along with the rest of the tour group from the Institute for the Study of the USSR, I boarded a Soviet train bound for Moscow.  There were about 25 of us in all.  It was a comfortable train with sleeping cars; the journey was leisurely and pleasant, with a brief stop in Warsaw, where we were able to get off the train and look around a bit.  I remember seeing soldiers with AK-47s roaming the streets.  Crossing the Soviet border, we went through customs at Brest-Litovsk.  They made us open our suitcases and did a cursory inspection of the contents, just to make sure we weren’t bringing in any suitcase nukes or stacks of Bibles, etc., and we had to get off the train and wait while they lifted the train cars off the narrow-gauge Western-style wheel-beds and put them onto wide-gauge Russian wheel-beds.  Then it was on to Moscow.

There were two ways of visiting the Soviet Union as a tourist in those days.  You could go under the auspices of the official state travel agency, Intourist (a contraction of the Russian words inostrannyi turist, “foreign tourist”).  This generally involved going as an individual or in a small group, with an assigned guide, car and driver, and was quite expensive, unaffordable for most.  I remember reading accounts of trips with Intourist, usually written by wealthy conservatives such as William F. Buckley, who complained about lousy accommodations, tasteless food, boorish guides with garlic on their breath, annoying restrictions and dreary, cheerless tours.  I never traveled with Intourist, so I can’t speak to that.  The other way to go was with the “youth” travel agency, Sputnik, which handled large groups, not necessarily composed entirely of young people – ours certainly wasn’t.  Sputnik was more affordable, with corresponding reductions in the level of amenities.  Our group, of course, was under the auspices of Sputnik.  Sputnik’s hotels, naturally, were more spartan than those of Intourist.  We didn’t get to stay in any of the ritzy Intourist hotels such as the Metropol.  Our lodging in Moscow was graced with the imaginative name of “Hotel Tourist”.

Hotel “Turist” (“Tourist”), – our palatial accomodation in Moscow

Sputnik gave us two guides, Natasha and Sasha, women in their thirties as far as I could tell. Natasha was heavy-set and relatively easygoing, at least compared to Sasha. Sasha was trim and svelte, and would have been attractive but for her stiff demeanor and severe expression. She was aggressively propagandistic and seemed to have a chip on her shoulder, always on the lookout for provocative behavior and insults against the regime. We got off on the wrong foot with them at the start. On our way to our first sightseeing stop, we passed the statue of Felix Dzherzinsky in Lyubyanka Square. Dzherzinsky was the first head of the Soviet secret police, initially known as the Cheka. Sasha pointed out the statue to Bob Barrett, our tour leader, and asked him if he knew who it was. Upon receiving the correct answer, i.e. that Dzherzinsky was the head of the Cheka, Sasha said, “Yes, a very excellent organization.” Bob replied, “Perhaps at first, but later it overfulfilled its plan.” Enraged, Sasha ordered the bus driver to stop and take us back to the hotel. After some acrimonious discussion, Sasha relented and allowed the tour to continue. Our first stop was Red Square.

Red Square and the Kremlin, Moscow, Summer 1964

Of course it was de rigeur to visit Lenin’s Mausoleum. The length of the line waiting to get into it was appalling, but we didn’t have to stand in it. Foreign tour groups were privileged, and our guides took is right to the head of the line. I wasn’t able to take a picture inside the mausoleum, but I remember that Lenin’s head looked yellow and waxy, and I irreverently wondered whether they had substituted a wax dummy for the real thing.

Red Square – the Lenin Mausoleum queue

Behind the mausoleum, between it and the Kremlin wall, is a row of graves. In them are buried important Bolshevik and Soviet figures, such as Yakov Sverdlovsk, Mikhail Kalinin, Mikhail Frunze, Felix Dzherzinsky. When I visited, all of the graves except one had a pedestal with a bust of the person buried therein on top. The one grave without a pedestal or bust was the one on the end of the row – that of Josef Stalin.

Graveyard at the Kremlin Wall

When Stalin died in 1953, his remains were placed in the Mausoleum side-by-side with Lenin’s body. But in 1961, when Nikita Khrushchev was in power, Stalin was kicked out of the Mausoleum and entombed in the grave pictured below. Some years later, in 1970, a pedestal and bust were added to Stalin’s grave.

Stalin’s Grave at the Kremlin Wall

Since I visited the site, other leaders of the Soviet Union, such as Brezhnev, Andropov and Chernenko, have been added to the row of graves at the Kremlin wall. Mikhail Suslov, the hard-line party ideologue in the Brezhnev years, who died in 1982, is now buried to the left of Stalin. Behind the row of graves, in the Kremlin wall itself, there is a series of niches containing the ashes of other noted figures, including Soviet and foreign Communist leaders, cosmonauts, military men, writers, etc.

St. Basil’s Cathedral on Red Square

Also on Red Square next to the Kremlin is St. Basil’s Cathedral, the most widely recognized symbol of Russia. Many people mistake it for the Kremlin itself. It is not really a cathedral because it is not the seat of a bishop. St. Basil’s was built from 1555 to 1561, i.e. during the early part of the reign of Ivan the Terrible, to commemorate the conquest of the Khanate of Kazan’ in 1552. The origins of the church are shrouded in myth and legend. One of the legends has it that there were two architects, named Barma and Postnik, and that Ivan the Terrible had them blinded after the completion of the church so that they could never build anything so beautiful again. Historians tend to dismiss this story. Some believe that there was only one architect, named Postnik Yakovlev, and that he worked on later projects such as the restoration of the Cathedral of the Annunciation inside the Kremlin in the 1560s. Whatever the truth may be, St. Basil’s burned down or was badly damaged by fire restored several times over the ensuing centuries, and each time was restored with modifications, so that today’s church is somewhat different from the original. Oddly, even though Napoleon ordered the church to be blown up during his invasion in 1812, his order was not carried out and it escaped unscathed on that occasion.

There are also urban legends surrounding the treatment of St. Basil’s under Josef Stalin. One of them I heard from a friend in Moscow. He said that during the thirties, Stalin was considering urban plans that envisioned demolishing St. Basil’s, and consulted a Jewish architect (my friend was also Jewish) to ask him how this could best be done. The architect replied “Over my dead body,” to which Stalin genially replied, “That can be arranged.” Wikipedia presents a somewhat different story. The important point, however, is that St. Basil’s was spared, unlike some other priceless legacies of history, one of which I’ll deal with later in this post.

GUM – Gosudarstvennyi Universalnyi Magazin (State Department Store) on Red Square

Another famous attraction on Red Square is GUM. When I was in Russia, the letters stood for Gosudarstvennyi Universalnyi Magazin (State Department Store), but that name is no longer appropriate because the building was privatized after the 1991 revolution, and they now stand for Glavnyi Universalnyi Magazin (Main Department Store). The structure was originally built in the 1890s as an indoor shopping mall known as the Upper Trading Rows. After the 1917 revolution it was confiscated by the government, and in 1928 Stalin turned it into an office building, but it again became a department store after his death. I didn’t take any photos of the interior, but Wikipedia has an article with pictures showing how it looks. The appearance is striking – it has a glass roof, three levels of shops and facades of marble, granite and limestone. The design was far in advance of its time.

Ivanovskaya Square, in the Kremlin, with St. Basil’s beyond the wall. The towers flanking St. Basil’s are the Nabatnaya to the right and the Tsar’s Tower to the left; the building at left is the Senate Palace.

The Kremlin, a fortress within a city, has existed since the beginnings of the city of Moscow, but it was initially constructed in wood, and only began to take form in stone in the 1360s. The existing walls and towers were built by Italian architects in the reign of Vasily III from 1485 to 1495. The Kremlin was the seat of government and residence of the ruler until Peter the Great moved the capital to St. Petersburg; afterward it continued to be the residence of the Tsars when they visited Moscow. After the 1917 Revolution, the Bolsheviks moved the capital back to Moscow, and it again became the seat of government; both Lenin and Stalin had living quarters there. The Kremlin was closed to tourists until 1955, and until then the only foreigners allowed inside were official visitors.

Tsar’ Kolokol (Bell), in the Kremlin

The Tsar-Bell, which stands near the Ivan the Great Bell Tower in the Kremlin, is the world’s largest bell, but it has never rung. It was cast in 1735 on the orders of Empress Anna, Peter the Great’s Niece. The casting was initially successful, but a fire which broke out in the Kremlin in 1737 resulted in a huge piece cracking off the bell. You can see the hole it left in the picture above. The piece that cracked off is displayed with the bell, but it cannot be seen in the picture above because of the crowd blocking the view – mostly members of our tour group.

Tsar’ Pushka (cannon), in the Kremlin, with members of our group in foreground

The Tsar’-Pushka, or Tsar-Cannon, which stands on Ivanovskaya Square in the Kremlin, was cast in 1586, during the reign of Ivan the Terrible’s successor Fedor Ivanovich. It is the largest cannon ever made by caliber, with a bore of 890 mm (35 inches). As far as was known when I was in the Soviet union, it had never been fired (Voltaire once said that the two most noteworthy items in the Kremlin were a bell that had never been rung and a cannon which had never been fired). However, according to Wikipedia, in 1980 experts from the Artillery Academy determined that it had been fired at least once. Even so, it was never actually used against an enemy, and its value was primarily as a propaganda tool, to frighten the tsar’s enemies. I have a scale model of it in my house, which I use as a doorstop.

Uspensky Sobor – Cathedral of the Dormition

The Uspensky Sobor, or Cathedral of the Dormition, completed in 1479, was the work of an Italian architect, and combined Russian with Renaissance traditions. All the coronations of Russian monarchs from 1547 to 1896 were held here, as were the installations of metropolitans and patriarchs of the Russian Orthodox Church, who are also buried here.

Entrance to the Exhibition of Achievements of the National Economy (VDNKh). Ukraine pavilion in center.

Our tour of Moscow included a visit to the Exhibition of Achievements of the National Economy (the initials in Russian are VDNKh), a permanent trade show and amusement park serving as a showcase for Soviet industry and agriculture. It was somewhat like a world’s fair (I had visited the New York World’s fair before leaving on the Munich summer school trip). It had pavilions devoted to each Soviet republic, such as the Ukraine (whose pavilion appears in the center of the picture above), Armenia, Kyrgyzstan, etc., and to regions of the Russian Republic, such as the North Caucasus, as well as pavilions devoted to specific fields or industries, such as Space, Atomic Energy, Engineering, Electronics, Education, etc.

VDNKh – Statue of Worker and Collective Farm woman

The most striking structure at the VDNKh was the 25-meter (78 feet) stainless-steel Statue of Worker and Collective Farm Woman, originally designed for an exhibition in Paris in 1937. It is a gigantic statue in Socialist Realism style, depicting a worker and a peasant woman holding a hammer and sickle together pointing at the sky – in other words, something as unrealistic as could possibly be imagined. The designer, a woman named Vera Mukhina, won a Stalin Prize for it. If there were an award for the most banal statue in the world, this would surely be the hands-down winner by popular acclaim. I cannot recall every having met anyone, even any Russian (except for our guides, who had to toe the party line), who felt otherwise. Yet to this day it stands at the Exhibition, which has undergone many changes in the years since I visited it.

Fountain of the Friendship of Nations

Much more attractive than the stainless-steel statue was the Fountain of the Friendship of Nations, pictured above.

MGU – Moscow State University – with a local

Moscow State University, or, to use its full title, the M. V. Lomonosov Moscow State University, was founded in 1755, during the reign of Empress Elizabeth, the daughter of Peter the Great. Lomonosov was Russia’s first great scientist and is often called Russia’s Ben Franklin, of whom he was a contemporary. He is credited with important scientific discoveries and sometimes is cited as the inventor of the light bulb, over a century before Edison. He also played a key role in the founding of Moscow University. The university is usually referred to by its initials in Russian, MGU. The circumstances of my initial visit to MGU in 1964 are worth relating. I had brought a couple cartons of cigarettes with me on the trip, even though I never smoked them myself, because I had been told that offering people a cigarette was a good way to initiate contacts with people in Europe and the USSR. This, of course, was not in the interest of the Soviet regime, who were interested in tourism as a means of spreading propaganda and obtaining hard currency, but not at all in promoting unsupervised acquaintences between Soviet citizens and foreigners. Our guides accused me of wanting to sell cigarettes for profit and confiscated the cartons I had brought, but later, about the time of our visit to MGU, they returned the cigarettes, and I was able to use them there. At that time my Russian was very rudimentary – I hadn’t learned much either in two years of college classes or the Munich summer school – but I found I was able to exchange cigarettes for znachki – little pins with Soviet motifs, such as red stars or images of Lenin – which made great souvenirs (I still have some of them). There were a number of locals hanging out near the university, and I managed to snag a few znachki there, and one of the kids there even let me shoot his picture with the main MGU building as the background.

Grounds of Moscow State University. Statue of M. V. Lomonosov at center.

The main building of MGU is located in an area formerly called Sparrow Hills, later renamed Lenin Hills, five kilometers from the center of Moscow. The central tower is 240 meters (787 feet) tall, with 36 stories, and at the time of its construction in 1953 was the tallest building in Europe and the tallest in the world outside New York. Our guides took us up to the top floor, and we were able to take pictures of the city from there, despite a Soviet rule against taking pictures from tall buildings, which even our guides cited and then disregarded. Unfortunately, I somehow contrived to get part of the left earpiece of my sunglasses in the field of a couple of my pictures, such as the one above, which shows the immediate grounds of MGU looking east, with a statue of Lomonosov in the center.

View of Moscow from MGU, looking northeast

It was a mostly clear day and the view from the top floor of MGU was great. I attempted to shoot a panorama, starting on the left (northeast) and ending on the southeast. The three tall buildings in the picture, jutting above the rest of the city skyline, from left to right, are the Hotel Ukraine, the Kudrinskaia Square Building, and the Ministry of Foreign affairs. These, including MGU, were all part of a skyscraper construction program ordered by Joseph Stalin, who thought that Moscow needed skyscrapers to assert the moral authority of the USSR as the socialist homeland. His original vision called for nine skyscrapers, but only seven were built. In addition to the four already named, there were the Leningrad Hotel, the Red Gates administrative building, and the Kotelnicheskaia Embankment building.

Lenin Stadium, as seen from the top of Moscow State University

The center shot of the Moscow panorama captures the neat rectangle of University Square, stretching out to what is now Kosygin Street, just this side of Moscow River. On the other side of the river is the Luzhniki sports complex and Luzhniki Stadium, the national stadium of Russia. It was built in 1955-56 as Lenin Stadium and renamed Luzhniki Stadium in 1992. It was the main venue for the Olympic Games of 1980, for which many other buildings were constructed near it as well. It is used primarily as a football (soccer) stadium, but hosts other types of sporting events, such as motorcycle racing on the ice in winter. It was demolished and rebuilt in 2013-2017 with an increased seating capacity (from 78,000 to 81,000).

View from MGU, looking southeast

The third or right-most shot of the panorama series looks southeast, across the Moscow River. The edge of Luzhniki Stadium is on the left; the large structure just to the left of center is the Luzhniki Underwater World Aqua Club – that’s a literal translation of the name; it is more commonly known in English as the Luzhniki Aqua Complex. The Luzniki Metro Bridge is on the right.

Moscow open-air swimming pool. No longer exists; was replaced in 1990s by restored Temple of Christ the Savior

During our stay in Moscow, we went for a swim in the Moscow Swimming Pool, the largest open-air swimming pool in the world. The dressing rooms were staffed by babushki – old ladies. Russians told us to be circumspect about undressing there because “even though they are old women, they are still women.” The story behind the origins and ultimate fate of this site is worth telling. I first heard it from a Jewish friend whom I was trying to help to get out of the Soviet Union in 1972.

After the War of 1812, Alexander I determined to build a new cathedral in Moscow in honor of Christ the Savior, to express the gratitude of all Russia for its deliverance from Napoleon. However, construction only began in earnest under Alexander’s successor, Nicholas I, in 1839, and the cathedral was not completed until 1882. When completed, it was 103 meters (338 feet) tall and had domes gilded with 20 tons of gold. The interior featured 11,000 square feet of marble plaques listing battles, commanders, units, casualties and awards of the Napoleonic wars.

In 1931 the cathedral was dynamited into rubble. Joseph Stalin had selected the site for the building of a skyscraper to serve as a monument to Lenin and a showcase of socialism, called the Palace of Soviets. (Another motive for demolition was to get hold of the gold in the domes, which was needed to help finance the industrialization programs.) It was projected to be the tallest building in the world at 415 meters (1362 feet), and was to be crowned with a 100-meter (328 feet) statue of Lenin weighing 6,000 tons. Construction on this monstrosity actually began in 1937, but was interrupted by World War II and never resumed. Construction of the 129.5-meter (425 feet) diameter swimming pool began in 1958 and was completed in 1960.

The demolition of the cathedral was one of the more notorious esthetic transgressions of the Stalin era. Even non-Christians were scandalized by it. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the cathedral was rebuilt with the aid of donations from millions of Russian citizens, and the newly rebuilt cathedral was consecrated on August 19, 2000.

Yours Truly in front of the American Embassy on Chaikovskii Street, Moscow; unfortunately the picture was taken just as a large truck drove by

One day we visited the American Embassy, on Chaikovsky Street, where I had a friend take a picture of me across the street in front. I didn’t notice, and apparently neither did the picture-taker, that as the photo was being shot a large truck zoomed by in back of me, obscuring the lower floors of the Embassy.

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Europe, Summer 1964

Leningrad, Summer 1964

Although Leningrad has long since reverted to its pre-Revolutionary name of St. Petersburg (quite appropriately, in my view), I’m still calling it Leningrad in this post, just to underline that this trip took place in the Soviet Union.  Our 1964 University of Oklahoma tour group took an overnight train from Moscow to Leningrad and stayed at the Sputnik Hotel Druzhba (“Friendship”).  It was comparable in appearance and amenities to our lodging in Moscow – i.e. drab and mediocre, but quite adequate, especially in view of the reasonable cost of the trip.

Hotel “Druzhba” (“Friendship”) – our accomodation in Leningrad
Our tour group in front of the Hotel Druzhba

We posed in front of the Hotel Druzhba for a group picture, and I shot my own picture of our tour group also. It’s now been fifty-six years since I made this trip, and I can’t remember even the first names of all my fellow-travelers, and only a few of the last names.

Our Soviet guides Sasha (left, jumping from bench) and Natasha (at right)

But I remember our Soviet guides vividly. They remained with us all through our trip in the Soviet Union. They never told us their family names.

Leningrad – apartment buildings under construction

On our way to our excursion destinations, we caught glimpses of residential construction sites. These of course were typical Soviet apartment block buildings – they were going up by the hundreds. It portended a considerable rise in living standards for Russians, who had been living in cramped communal apartments for years.

Leningrad cruise boat docks

Our first excursion in Leningrad was to the palace of Peterhof, then called Petrodvorets to avoid using the original Germanic name. (The name “Peterhof” was restored in 1997.) Peter the Great built the palace in imitation of Versailles, and it has often been called the Russian Versailles. Peterhof is some distance from central St. Petersburg and is best reached by water. We went there by hydrofoil. This was my first trip on a hydrofoil and I was surprised to find out how far in advance the Soviet Union was of the USA in the use of this technology, since I had never seen any hydrofoils in use in the United States.

Soviet hydrofoil at speed
Meteor-14 Hydrofoil – similar to the boat that took us to Peterhof

Peterhof, like most of the Russian imperial palaces in the St. Petersburg area, was overrun by Hitler’s armies in 1941 and many of its artistic treasures were looted or destroyed. In particular, the Grand Palace was blown up and burnt down. But rebuilding began almost immediately when the war was over, and by 1964, when I visited, most of the buildings and fountains had been restored.

Peterhof – The Grand Palace , Grand Cascade and Sea Canal

The Grand Palace of Peterhof sits atop a 52-feet high bluff. Down the face of the bluff runs the Grand Cascade, at the center of which is an artificial grotto, with 64 fountains below and on both sides of it. The waters flow into a semicircular pool, which is the terminus of the Sea Channel, also lined with fountains, as seen in the picture above. The fountains at Peterhof all work without the aid of pumps; water is supplied from springs, collected in reservoirs in the Upper Gardens atop the bluff, and pressure is maintained simply by the difference in levels. Unfortunately, although there are many splendid fountains at Peterhof, some of them quite ingenious such as the mushroom fountain which sprays water on you when you stand underneath it, and the fruit bowl which squirts you in the face, the pictures I took of them have not survived.

Peterhof – small chapel

The St. Alexander Nevsky Chapel at Peterhof is a blend of Gothic and Orthodox elements. There is also a larger Imperial Chapel, where the children of the Tsar were traditionally baptized, and which was attached to the Grand Palace; unlike the rest of the palace, it was not completely rebuilt after World War II – in particular only one dome out of the previous five was restored, and the chapel became a post office. But from what I can gather, the Imperial Chapel was eventually restored to its prewar state after the 1991 revolution and reconsecrated in 2011.

View of the Peter-Paul Fortress from the Neva River

Back in Leningrad, we visited the Peter-Paul Fortress, established when St. Petersburg was founded in 1703. The structure with the golden spire projecting high above the fortress is actually the Cathedral of Sts. Peter and Paul, which is enclosed by the fortress. The cathedral was begun in 1712 and completed in 1733 and houses the remains of all the Russian rulers from Peter the Great to Nicholas II, except Peter II and Ivan VI, the remains of Nicholas II and his family having been laid to rest there in 1998.

Saint Petersburg – Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul

During the 18th and 19th centuries, the Peter-Paul Fortress served as headquarters for the city garrison and also as a prison, mainly for persons of high rank and important political prisoners. One of the first was Alexei Petrovich, son of Peter the Great, who was disinherited by his father and died after interrogation under torture. Later, in the 19th century, such persons as the Decembrist revolutionaries, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Peter Kropotkin (who became the first person to escape), Mikhail Bakunin, and Leon Trotsky were imprisoned there also. The Bolsheviks – including our guides – portrayed the Peter-Paul fortress as a hell on earth, a place where prisoners were kept in filthy, overcrowded dungeons, starved and tortured; actually conditions there were mild – for example, prisoners were allowed tobacco, writing paper and books – and compared to Soviet prisons and the gulag, it was a paradise.

A corner of the Peter-Paul Fortress

The Bolsheviks initially also used the Peter-Paul Fortress as a prison, and from 1918 to 1921 conducted over 100 executions there. In 1924 it was converted into a museum. During World War II, the Peter-Paul Fortress suffered considerable damage from bombing, and restoration work was still going on when I visited in 1964.

Peter-Paul Fortress – yours truly posing with the ladies in front of Peter-Paul Cathedral spire

At the top of the list of attractions in St. Petersburg/Leningrad is the former Winter Palace, the official residence of the Russian emperors from 1732 to 1917. Now known as the Hermitage, it is one of the world’s greatest museums. We were all anxious to see it, but our guides had other priorities, of which the first and foremost was to impress upon us the terrible suffering that the people of Russia had endured in the war against Nazi Germany, at that time only two decades past. For this reason, before they would let us tour the Hermitage they insisted that we visit the Piskaryovskoe Memorial Cemetery on the outskirts of the city, where over 400,000 of the more than 900,000 victims of the Siege of Leningrad are buried, along with 50,000 of the Red Army soldiers who defended the city.

Looking across the Neva River from the Peter-Paul Fortress toward the Winter Palace, Admiralty, and St. Isaac’s Cathedral

Let me say unequivocally that I fully understood and supported our guides on this point. Few Americans understand what the people of the Soviet Union underwent in World War II. The German onslaught that began in 1941 was the greatest invasion in history. The Red Army, its officer corps drastically weakened by the Stalinist purges of 1937, faced a surprise attack by an enemy which had overrun every opponent it had faced on the European continent in a matter of days – an enemy, moreover, which was intent not just upon conquest but enslavement and extermination, and shrank from no extremes of horror in the pursuit of its aims. Survival, and ultimate victory, had been obtained only at the cost of immense sacrifices and privations inconceivable to most Westerners. The siege of Leningrad, which lasted from September 8, 1941 to January 27, 1944, is a case in point. Hitler sent an entire army group, Army Group Nord, against Leningrad, with orders to seal off the city, let the entire population starve to death, then raze it to the ground. No surrender negotiations were to be entertained.

Piskaryovskoe Memorial Cemetery, with its eternal flame in the foreground, and in the distance behind it, the Motherland monument.

Almost half the population of Leningrad was evacuated before the siege ring closed round the city, but many of the evacuees themselves died of the hardships endured then and afterwards. During the siege itself, a million and a half soldiers and civilians perished from all causes. Many civilians were killed by air and artillery bombardments, but most died of starvation.

State Hermitage Museum (former Winter Palace) – Embankment Side

So I had no objection to going to the cemetery, nor I think did anyone else in our tour group. Of course all of us, as students of Russian language and history, were already well aware of the events of World War II, and we didn’t really need to have the horrors of the Nazi invasion further impressed upon us; but that wasn’t a major issue. It was the timing of the visit that proved objectionable. Because of inept scheduling, the cemetery visit took longer than planned; and by the time we arrived at the Hermitage, we had about half an hour left before closing to see it all. In the upshot, I didn’t get a good chance to tour the museum until 1972.

The Hermitage Museum (former Winter Palace) – Palace Square side

We were also given a tour of a vodka distillery; unfortunately, I wasn’t able to take any pictures there since I didn’t have a flash attachment for my camera. At the conclusion of the tour we were taken to a conference room with a very large table covered by a green felt tablecloth (these were ubiquitous in any kind of conference room in the Soviet Union). For each person in our group there was a place setting with several plates, silverware and five crystal glasses, one for each type of vodka we were to sample. The table was also copiously laden with zakuski – hors d’oeuvres – and many, many bottles of vodka. We understood, of course, that it would be considered rude and very gauche to excuse oneself from sampling the vodka. In the group were several underage college students and at least one teetotaler, a Mormon who was obliged by his religion to abstain from alcohol. I believe he coped with the situation by pretending to sip, then pouring the contents of his glass into a potted plant when he thought none of the staff was looking his way. But not everyone was able to get away with that, and some of the coeds, who weren’t used to imbibing the amounts of alcohol involved, came off rather badly, and practically had to be carried back to the bus.

St. Isaac’s Cathedral, with equestrian statue of Nicholas I in front

Emperor Alexander I initiated the construction of St. Isaac’s in 1818, but did not live to see its completion, since he died in 1825 and the church was not completed until 1858, in the reign of Alexander II. Alexander I did ensure, however, that St. Isaac’s was built in his favorite Empire style, which was a late phase of the Neoclassical style popular in Western Europe, ascendant especially in France. (“Empire” in this case refers to the French empire of Napoleon, not the Russian Empire.) An equestrian statue of Nicholas I stands in front of the cathedral, though it is difficult to make out in the picture above. In the Soviet period St. Isaac’s was turned into a museum, which it still remains, although Russian Orthodox services are held on holidays and other occasions.

Kazan’ Cathedral in St. Petersburg, July 1964

The Kazan Cathedral, or Cathedral of Our Lady of Kazan, was begun in 1801 and completed in 1811, just in time for the War of 1812. The architect modeled it on St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome, over the strenuous objections of the Russian Orthodox Church, but these went unheeded by Emperor Alexander I, who favored the Neoclassical/Empire style of architecture in fashion during the Napoleonic era. The Soviets converted it into a Museum of the History of Religion and Atheism, and that was what it was when I visited it in 1964. The anti-religious propaganda was jejune and pedestrian, and probably would have convinced few believers to renounce their faith. Following the revolution of 1991, the Kazan Cathedral was returned to the Russian Orthodox Church and is now the seat of the metropolitan of St. Petersburg.

Church of the Savior on the Blood on Griboedov Canal, St. Petersburg: site of the assassination of Alexander II

March 13, 1881, was one of those days when history seems to hold its breath. On that day, in St. Petersburg, capital of the Russian Empire, the terrorist society Narodaya Volya – the “People’s Will” – after several unsuccessful attempts, finally succeeded in assassinating the Emperor Alexander II, a few hours after he had signed a document which might have (and in the Tsar’s own opinion, would have) set Russia on a path to transformation from an autocracy into a constitutional monarchy. Alexander II’s son and successor, Alexander III, was of a much different mind; he immediately reversed course and embarked upon a program of iron-fisted repression. Another outcome of the assassination was the building of the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, on the exact spot on Griboedov Canal where the assassination took place. Intended as a memorial to the slain Tsar, the church was begun in 1883 and funded by donations from the Imperial family. Unlike the Baroque and Neoclassical structures which had dominated St. Petersburg ever since its founding by Peter the Great in 1703, the Church on the Blood was an explicit revival of the church architecture of pre-Petrine Muscovy, as embodied in St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. It was finally completed in 1908, but never functioned as a public place of worship, only for conducting memorial services for Alexander II, as intended by the Imperial family. It suffered badly from looting and vandalism during the 1917 Revolution, and was closed afterward. During the Soviet period it was used for various secular purposes, such as a morgue for victims of the siege of Leningrad in World War II, and a storehouse after the war. It was not open to the public at the time I visited in 1964, but restoration began in 1970, and the church was reopened as a museum of mosaics in 1997.