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Wonder What Happened to Khrestyalov?


It’s funny the things that stick in your mind. The one detail about
Stalin’s death that I always remember is from the account in Khrushchev’s
memoirs. I know, I know, the old peasant needs to be taken with a large
grain of salt, but this one rings true. The Politburo is round Stalin’s
bedside. When it becomes clear that the old rogue has breathed his last,
first out of the door is Beria, who was confident that everything would now
come to him. Khrushchev heard him going off down the corridor, shouting out
triumphantly to his valet: “Khrestyalov! My car!”


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