Andrey Gavrilov. (№ 342537)

I remember very well the day when I realized that it is impossible to believe Soviet propaganda. This is a very simple story. Dad was a journalist, and I was a very political child. In 1962 I read an article called "the Liverpool idols sheared sheep". I did not understand the meaning of the title, but I read the article and realized that there was such a group "the Beatles", and that's a bad, disgusting, horrible, grimacing a bunch of people that made the seats from the toilets on the neck. I have learned it and believed in it. But it took a year and a half, dad just arrived from Spain, and in the suitcase he had an album "the Beatles". In that instant I fell for Soviet propaganda.