By John Scott
"Students interpreting Scott have come away with a true appreciation of the hardships below which those employees outfitted Magnitogorsk and of the approximately remarkable enthusiasm with which a lot of them worked." --Ronald Grigor Suny
"A actual grassroots account of Soviet life--a form of ebook of which there were a long way too few." --William Henry Chamberlin, big apple occasions, 1943
..". a wealthy portrait of way of life less than Stalin." --New York occasions booklet Review
General readers, scholars, and experts alike will locate a lot of relevance for realizing latest Soviet Union during this new version of John Scott's bright exploration of lifestyle within the formative days of Stalinism.
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Extra resources for Behind the Urals: An American Worker in Russia's City of Steel
So every day the welders sent somebody, and occasionally, once or twice a week, he came home with a half-pail of milk. Two of the welders took the wood from the whole group and started off toward the barracks while the rest of us went to the store to get bread and anything else which might be obtainable. The blast-furnace construction workers' cooperative was a large one-story affair, almost unheated and very dirty. As we came near we saw that it was jammed full of workers and that there was a line outside the door.
At every tear the wool came through on the outside and looked like a Polish customs officer's mustache. His hands were calloused and dirty; the soles of the valinkis on his feet were none too good. His face and his demeanor were extremely energetic. The telephone rang. Kolya picked up the receiver and growled in a husky voice, 'Who do you want? . Yeah, speaking . . No, I don't know. Nobody's here yet. ' He hung up, unbuttoned his coat, blew his nose on the floor. I went into the closet and got our emergency stove.
One worker came, two, five — but no more. 'This is a hell of a note,' said the old chairman, a nervous, slick-looking, middle-aged fellow, with an expensive black sealskin hat. 'I put up the announcements all over the place. ' A tall, youngish fellow with a scar on his mouth, standing near by, shrugged his shoulders. He was the one who had been sent by the district trade-union committee to be the new chairman of the blast furnace construction workers' shop committee. It did not look promising, this; when only five workers came to the elections.
Behind the Urals: An American Worker in Russia's City of Steel by John Scott