Revolution Square, (continued)

"Listen to me," says an old man on the square, jabbing the air with a long finger. "We can't afford to eat anymore. We can go to the market and look at all the vegetables, but no one has the money to buy them.

"People are eating grass to survive," he says in a hissing whisper. "Just like they did in Leningrad during the war. Yes! We have to go out to the woods outside the city and collect grass to eat. We boil it and make soup, because we can't afford to buy anything but bread!"

A woman pushes her way to the front of the crowd. "I lived through bad times. Things have been bad before. Sometimes we didn't have much to eat in Soviet times.

"But now," she says, the tears spilling suddenly down her face, "I am starving. Starving! I have nothing to eat!" She furiously wipes her eyes and face with her hand, then composes herself for a few seconds until she can speak again.

"How can we have come to this?" she asks.



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