Once, Kira and Leo attempted to spend a night in the country.
"Certainly," said the landlady. "Certainly, citizens, I can let you have a room for the night. But first you must get a certificate from your Upravdom as to where you live in the city, and a permit from your militia department, and then you must bring me your labor books, and I must register them with our Soviet here, and our militia department, and get a permit for you astransient guests, and there's a tax to pay, and then you can have the room."
They stayed in the city.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
"We The Living"
I'm currently reading Ayn Rand's book We The Living, a novel about a young girl growing up at the dawn of the Soviet Union. There's a passage whereby her and her lover, Leo, try to get a room in the country and are met by the wonders of socialist bureaucracy: