I'm a soviet baby. A dissident child. My parents said I was the child of Stalin. If he's dead, why do I exist? How did I live so long?

I was the child of Stalin. Nothing more, nothing less. I was born on January 9th, 1926 in the village of Krasne, Soviet Union. At that time, the Soviet Union was ruled by the tyrannical leader Joseph Stalin, responsible for millions of innocent deaths. He was a man so ruthless that he didn't even care about the lives of children like me. I was the child of a man so wicked, he could do whatever he wanted, and would get away with it.<br><br>I was born out of wedlock. The soviet government forced my mother to give me to an orphanage. I was left in the orphanage in Eastern Ukraine, with no love, and no family. The orphanage was an awful place for a child like me, with no parents or hope. They called me "a child of Stalin", but I was no child of Stalin at all. I was the child of a man who did not want me, who murdered my mother's village. <br><br>After 6 years, I was moved to a labour camp. I was "convicted" of treason. But I was no traitor. I was no criminal. I was merely a child, in a country ruled by an evil man, who did not want anyone to be free. I was an innocent dissident. I was just a small child, already forced to live in a grown-up world. I was the child of Stalin, one of the most evil men to ever live.<br><br>For years, I was forced to work for the Soviet Union. I did not attend school, I did not enjoy life, I was a slave to the state. I was a child, in a world of men. I was a dissident, living where no one was allowed to be different.<br><br>I grew up in the Soviet Union. I learned to speak English, even though it was a forbidden language. I learned to speak German, even though it was a forbidden language. I learned to speak the languages of the capitalists. I learned to speak like the Americans, like the Germans, and the British. I was a dissident. They called me a child of Stalin, but I was not a child of Stalin. I was a child of freedom. I was a child of capitalism, not communism. I was a dissident, and I was so proud to be.<br><br>I was arrested at the age of 18, and sentenced to 3 years in prison. I was imprisoned in a place called Vorkuta. Nothing more, nothing less. Vorkuta was a prison camp. I was called a criminal, but I was no criminal. I was a dissident. I was imprisoned for no crime whatsoever. I was imprisoned for merely being dissident, for speaking English, for speaking German.<br><br>When I was 21, I Wrote a speech called "My Story", but it was forbidden. I was a dissident in a land of communists, so what did I expect? I was called a dissident, but I was no dissident. I was no troublemaker, no rebel without a cause. I was just a child, who was no longer free. I was a child who was locked up, with no where to go. I was a child who was forced to work, with no money to buy food. I was a dissident, and I was proud to be. But I was no dissident, so what did I expect?<br><br>I was imprisoned for 31 years. Nothing more, nothing less. I was imprisoned for no crime whatsoever. I was imprisoned for merely being dissident, for speaking English, for speaking German, and for writing a speech. For merely being a child. I was imprisoned for being a capitalist, in a land of communists. I was imprisoned merely for being dissident. <br><br>I was finally released at the age of 52. I moved to East Germany. I was a dissident, so what did I expect? I was arrested in 1982, and given a life sentence. 31 years was not enough, so they sentenced me to life. I was a dissident, so what did I expect? I spoke English, I spoke German, I was a capitalist. I was a child of Stalin, but I was no child of Stalin. I was a dissident, and I was proud to be. The communists saw me as a threat, because I spoke English, I spoke German, I was a capitalist, and I wrote a speech. <br><br>I was released in 1991. Nothing more, nothing less. The Berlin Wall had fallen. The communists were defeated. I was a child of Stalin, but I was no child of Stalin. I was a dissident, and I was proud to be. I was a child of freedom, and I was so proud to be. I was the child of Stalin, but I was no child of Stalin. I was a capitalist, and I was proud to be. I was a child who lived to be old, and I was so proud to be.<br><br>I am a child of Stalin. But I am no child of Stalin. I am a capitalist, but the communists treated me like filth. I spoke English, I spoke German. I wrote a speech. But I am no dissident. I am no troublemaker, no rebel without a cause. Nothing more, nothing less. I am just a child. A soviet baby, a dissident child. But I am no child of Stalin. I spoke English, I spoke German. I lived to be old. I am no dissident, I am a capitalist. I am a child of freedom, and I am so proud to be. Nothing more, nothing less.