Dear Mr. Ostrovsky,

This is an American Trotskyist writing to you from the future (2018). I recently graduated from college, where I trained to be an artist/Slavicist. (Those kinds of superfluous intelligentsia career combinations do exist.) I apologize in advance for awkward phases and incorrect choice of cases.


Mr Ostrovsky, don't think that I personally dislike your book. On the contrary, if I grew up in the USSR, in that childhood I would definitely have played at the civil war and probably dressed up as the protagonist of How the Steel Was Tempered. But (I'm about to give you a lot of material to psychoanalyze) I read it when I was already a college student. To be precise, first I watched the TV adaptation from the 70s...

(c) Elias Seidel 2020