Ordinary travel in electric. The most different people. Everyone tries to do something during the trip. A grandmother and granddaughter sit in front of me. Small five or six years. We touched, we went.



Like all the children of his age, the boy has questions:



Grandma, how many stops are there?

"Look out the window of Mish (I will call it so), we will not pass by.

How long do we have to go?

for a long time. Take an apple and try it better.



And all in that spirit. Grandma tries to guess the scanwords, and the little one clearly distracts her, distracting her with questions. I try to read. And then, forty minutes later, the boy suddenly asks a question quite unexpectedly:



Was Lenin an Indian?



My grandmother was not prepared for such a turn. I thought at first what I thought. Grandma asks, suddenly he heard, and the little girl repeats her question:



Is Lenin an Indian?



I was stressed. Why an Indian? I began to listen more carefully.



What did you do, Misha?

What if he was the leader?

It is right, the leader. You don’t have to be an Indian in this case. He was the leader of the proletariat.

“He was the leader of the Red Army,” parishes Misha.

Okay the red. The pale faces. The grandmother explains, adding even more color to the understanding of who Lenin is.

Was he the leader of the pale faces? Was he an Indian from the Blind Faces tribe?

No, it is not right. He was the leader of ordinary white people, but only red people.



The little one thought. He obviously could not understand how it was. And white and red and the leader, but not the Indian.



Red or white? The boy asks again.

“White,” the grandmother answers, and thinks. No, the white were enemies, says the grandmother out loud.

Lenin is an Indian. It summarizes Misha.”