Love by Night Letter

No less a person than Vladimir Ilyich Lenin once said: "Socialism without post office, telegraph and machines is an empty phrase." So is socialism without love, according to a letter from Citizen Y. Alyansky of Leningrad printed in Pravda last week. Alyansky decided at 11 o'clock one evening to send a message of love to a girl friend by night letter. He dialed 06, the special Leningrad number for sending telegrams. When the operator insisted on knowing the nature of the telegram before he dictated it, he said in some embarrassment: "You see, it is an expression of love."

Operator: Such telegrams are accepted only between 8 a.m. and 10 p.m.

Alyansky: How can I transmit a telegram right now?

Operator: At this time of night, we are only allowed to accept telegrams announcing a death or someone's impending arrival.

Alyansky (beginning to dictate a telegram): I'm dying of love . . .

Operator: Citizen, don't you understand Russian?

Alyansky: Then what about an arrival announcement--I'm flying to you on the wings of love . . .

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