Lenin is alive... and so on three times

The first thing a person traveling around Russia sees when leaving the station building is the bronze fifth point of the Lenin monument. Well, how could it be otherwise, there are monuments, and they have a fifth point and it is usually located just at the eye level of those leaving the station. That's how it happened.

The first thought that came to me after I left the station in Vladikavkaz (two days of buzz with a group of young climbers going to conquer Everest, and the shock that no one met me, but that’s another story) was a simple phrase : "Both of us! Lenin is gone!" For some reason, the absence of a monument to Lenin plunged me into slight amazement, and I quietly sat down on my bag, waiting for someone to come for me, wondering what kind of city is so amazing in which there is not a bronze Lenin at the station. However, my thoughts were disturbed by all sorts of individuals in uniform, who were apparently embarrassed by my beach look, well, shorts, however, it was hot, yes... But that’s also a different story. So, what am I talking about? About Lenin. Then, of course, I found out that there are two Lenins in the city, and they are completely unremarkable, one, as expected, stands on the central square near the Russian Theater and points somewhere into the emptiness of Dzhanaev Street. And next to the leader they placed this fountain:

(This is Nart Soslan, if anyone doesn’t know).

And now Vladimir Ilyich looks sadly at the proud sledge from his Christmas trees, and there are two monuments in the square. The second is a very big-headed bust near the administration of the Iriston municipal district, also unremarkable. But these are all flowers. I was captivated by a completely different monument to the leader of the world proletariat.

This one. Not? Don't understand what's going on? Take a look at the sign:

And remember the story. Well, yes, you were not mistaken, the monument was erected on the day of Lenin’s death and is considered the very first posthumous monument to the leader. But championship is not the main thing for me here. Looking at this stele, I always see the mountaineers of the Kurtatin gorge, saddened by the news of the death of Comrade Lenin, who at their general meeting decide that he is like a brother to us, he promised us land, we need to erect a monument to him, otherwise it’s not like human beings -That. The mountaineers are simple guys, they decided and did it. They took a slab, poured a mound, and placed it in a prominent place of honor. Can you imagine how much you had to love this unknown comrade Lenin to be saddened to such an extent? And you are all Lenin-Lenin. Now a few meters from this monument there is also a bust of Stalin, but that’s another story. Eclectic, you know...