Notes from a horse in a coat (towards the census)
An old joke: a man stands at the mirror, peers into the reflection, snaps his fingers, tries to remember something ... A voice from the kitchen: “Petya, go have breakfast!” A man, joyfully: “Exactly: Petya!” Who are we? Does everyone immediately remember? In the Soviet Union, the answer to this key question was as sweeping as it was empty: a new historical community, the Soviet people.