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I already know – now, later, after reading all those books,
all those declassified documents. I, as they say, bless the
right hand of the creators of those uranium-graphite
reactors, with all of their thoughtlessness. Scientists'
greatness is not measured by some abstract perfection – on
the contrary, it is measured by their talent to make a
predicted mistake. To hide it in a system of complicated
formulas and terminology so as to remain invisible to
small-minded Party leaders.
My brothers, may it be strong as ore,
that blessed right hand of yours –
with the valiant Reactor Four
you lit up a star!
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Parody of the poem “Northern Lights” by the proletarian poet
Hristo Smirnenski (1898-1923).