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2016/03/05(sat)
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Just so you know, he isn't always so charming. He didn't like his snowball outfit.
I wonder what he's thinking?
Daisy felt she had humiliated herself by challenging the press and then so completely trusting The New Yorker's Vespa Salvaggio.
She knew, however, that vengeance was useless.
Yes, she could ask her friend, Mayor Jimmy Walker, to have Vespa harrassed--electricity turned off, garbage not picked up--accidentally on purpose, of course; but she felt even raising the topic would be the act of a child--and would give joy to Vespa that she had so rattled Daisy.
Daisy also knew that she had connections who could get Vespa barred from the most desirable restaurants at which the woman no doubt flaunted her wicked sense of self-
importance.
Vespa probably relished the misery she inflicted on others and their impotent revenge only reaffirmed who had the upper hand.
Tom Buchanan, on the other hand, thought differently. Hiring thugs to throw bricks through Vespa's windows would be mild in his eyes.
"This is MY name that you and this savage are dragging through the mud. You both need a good beating!"
Nick Carraway knew intuitively that Tom hit Daisy. Tom's brutality was more massive than his wealth.
"I can't dare risk even seeing him--alone or with a divorce lawyer," Daisy thought, so afraid
of what he might do.
"I may be foolish but I am not fool."
Thus, Daisy felt that all she could do for the time being was mentally to thank Vespa for the
painful lesson she administered that knocked out much of Daisy's blinding arrogance.
"I'll show everyone that I'm not ashamed, horrible press, gossip, and all."
"After all, I'm still Daisy."
****See SwaggyWiggums brilliant flickr page for stories related to The Daisy Saga on Vespa Salvaggio and on Grace, including The New Yorker article by Vespa.*****
I love women very much, but even if I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. (I don't own men's underwear since a long time.) I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, so I expose myself wearing bra, garter belt and women's stockings to my public humiliation. I do this, as seen in some pictures, also in the street and in parks.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
This now-rare installment in the "Corean Customs" series of postcards shows a type of cangue punishment, likely in conjunction with public humiliation. A handful of other "criminal" cards depict the trial process--i.e., justice meted out swiftly--and public hangings.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Submissive Sissy Waitress and Her Mistresses
[From the "Eight days later" video by The English Mansion]
Look at the look on her face as he is paraded by. well… we know his tiny penis isn't going to save his life.
she is going to have a bit of fun with him though.
Her look is very familiar. I like to parade him around naked too.
I love that his bulging middle-aged body and little boy dick show up so well in shots. the funny thing is, as small as his penis looks here, his dick is much smaller after a long walk or a hike or a swim. Serious baby dick action really. I love it when he takes his clothes off after a hike up the hill and it’s tiny (like amazingly small). I always hope someone else is around and can see him. I like to walk around with him on the nude beaches. Inevitably it shrivels up as I show him off and let others have a look, take pics of his little inchworm if they want (hopefully to show their friends and lovers later). He knows what I’m doing and he’s not too averse to showing off his teenie weenie and dealing with the humiliation anymore. it turns me on too. I have seen that pitying look Daenerys is showing here many times on the beach (usually followed by a sly smile).
[From the "Start At The Bottom" video by NothernSpanking.com]
[Models: Maid - Verity Paige, Mistress - Zoe Page]
2016/03/05(sat)
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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
[From the "Start At The Bottom" video by NothernSpanking.com]
[Models: Maid - Verity Paige, Mistress - Zoe Page]
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
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Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Now, before anyone says anything, I’m just gonna say that I don’t normally humiliate people by posting the scores but I’d like to bring to your attention the topic of trash talking. A bit of trash talking is okay just making sure you keep it to the game. I’m not trying to show off I’m not a great player and I don’t claim to be. But what happened yesterday was quite rude, disrespectful, and unethical if you ask me.
So what happened was I joined an infection custom game and I was kicked out for no reason. So I challenged the party leader (The Halo Born) to a 1v1. He refused the challenge which is perfectly fine. Since he was playing with a group of people all “Ryuk”s (Evilcuttsy18, NagisaFurukawa1, The Halo Born(1)) I decided to take on the whole lot of them at once. So they’re saying stuff like “C’mon start the game so we can f****** r*** you” and stuff like that and they told me to pick a map that I wanted. I set up the game, MLG slayer gametype on MLG Zealot (the official 1v1 map), and they’re say “Oh, we don’t know this map so we should play a different map.” Well since they were supposedly “Undefeatable Ryuks” and it was 4 of them against me, we played the match and I won 25-2 (as seen in picture above and here is a link to the game stats www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/GameStats.aspx?gameid=91813273... ). They called me a “cheater” and “noob” for using the grenade launcher “Thats the only weapon you can use” which is clearly not the case as the DMR got me most of the kills and I used the sniper too and they had the grenade launcher for a while. I have uploaded the gameplay to my fileshare where you can see everything I did in the game (Link www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=26349113&... or check my Halo Reach fileshare on Xbox). They said that since we played on “your map” they wanted to play a “fair game with no noob tubes” on one of their maps. The map they picked was “Air bace” (wtf?) which I had absolutely no idea what it was. But I played it anyways and I won 93-18 (Link to game stats www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/GameStats.aspx?gameid=91818651... ). They called me a “cheater your using weapons” and “always using noob weapons” after the game. It was their map, they had weapons and armor abilities in places that I didn’t know, and I didn’t even know the map or where stuff was (it was a big custom map that they made link to map www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=26349059&... ) and I got this message “u keep useing those f****** weapons u cheating little bastered” (link to picture www.flickr.com/photos/troopadaisy/6780321287/ ) when they were also using the weapons and armor abilities too (link to gameplay in file share www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=26349090&... ). And what’s even more stupid is the part in the message that says “u keep useing those f****** weapons”. What? How’s that cheating? This is Halo, you’re supposed to use weapons. WTF? If you don’t want to play something with weapons why the hell are you playing this? Go play Kinectimals or something.
Now, what is VERY wrong about this is the crap that they were doing during the game. Almost everything that they said was an insult with the f word in it. Not only that, but they were also calling me a noob and teebagging when it was a 1v4 and they were LOSING. That really is quite ridiculous when I didn’t teebag them or even insult them when it should’ve been ME trash talking because they just lost by a whole bunch. It wasn’t even close. You just don’t do things like that in that situation.
I honestly still tried to be friends with them after but they just insulted at me and stuff. If they hadn’t insulted me like that and had politely asked me how I played or whatever I would’ve gladly taught them some stuff. If you don’t believe me you can ask lots of people that I’ve taught how to play Halo and now they’re pretty damn good.
Moral of the story: Don’t mess with karma and don’t diss and teebag people when you outnumber your opponent and you’re losing. Oh and be nice and you actually might learn a thing or two.
/endrant
**I'm not overreacting I'm not that affected by these things but I just want to bring it up.
Dr This and Dr That and Dr Whatsit who's just passing and thought he'd pop in to take the piss as well. Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.
[Sarah Kane - 4:48 Psychosis]
When I was in 7th grade, a girl came up to me and said, “That girl over there likes you.” It was lunch time and we were in the breezeway near the vending machines. She was just kidding around but I didn’t know that. Stupid me goes over and tries to hang out with them. She finally realizes what she has done and says, “I’m sorry, I was only playing a joke.” All the girls walk away and she turns back one last time to say, “I’m so sorry.”
I hope that made her feel better.
Authors of crime fiction get off on leaving out some stuff, blurting that they know everything and trying to humiliate their audience because they didn't see the clue written in invisible ink and hidden in a description of a flower arrangement on page xyz. Their nonsense bores me.
Making more sense than most, Arthur Conan Doyle wrote: "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth".
There's truth in this frame. It may be unsettling for some, discomforting for others. These feathers were not naturally moulted. There are more deeper in the copse. There is no corpse. Above them is a dense canopy of wattle trees. Around and about are the open, seedless pods dropped by these Acacias.
Ruling out less probable species, these feathers belonged to a crested pigeon. You will know them as seed eaters, granivores, if you like, who forage on the ground. Their diet, inter alia, includes the seeds of wattles.
The absence of a corpse and the unnatural scatter of the feathers indicates a likelihood of predation. Those feathers are fresh, healthy-looking and not those of a bird which has died here of natural causes, then been found as carrion and devoured. This bird was taken alive.
Underneath that canopy we can rule out an avian predator. There are falcons and eagles about here. Neither hunt in dense cover and each could and would carry off a pigeon kill to a safe perch rather than risk themselves under cover from whence they could not escape. Reptiles can take birds. But they cannot pluck them. Their meals are swallowed whole. Ruling out the impossible leaves just a mammalian predator as the culprit.
Locally there might be three native mammalian predators capable of handling a bird of this size: dingo, spotted-tailed quoll and the eastern quoll. The eastern quoll was declared extinct here in 1963. Spotted-tailed quolls are exceedingly rare nocturnal and arboreal hunters of which there have been few sightings in over sixty years. This pigeon was taken in an isolated copse and on the ground — too improbable for a spotted-tailed quoll here on the peri-urban fringe. I've named the dingo as a native, and as a species present for about 3500 years that title might be true. They can be heard howling in the distant ranges. But not here.
Ruling out all the possible native mammalian predators leaves introduced carnivores. About here that means fox or cat. This pigeon roosts at night and feeds on the ground during the day on things like the wattle seeds that fell from this canopy. Foxes are primarily nocturnal hunters, especially this close to human settlement. By contrast cats are typically crepuscular hunters — morning and evening — when pigeon would be foraging to break his fast or sup before roosting.
We are left with what must be the truth — another native bird has been killed and devoured here, under these bushes, by a cat — not a cute, cuddly pussy; an effective killing machine with no place in this ecosystem.
Here we are dining out with her group of wealthy , middle age , ladies , she’s already insisted I wear her makeup and perfume, then drops the bombshell during the main meal “Oh yes he adores me and loves dressing as a girl for our more intermit nights , in fact he’s wearing a pair of my knickers tonight , oh yes he loves me so much , and besides I insist , he says it’s an honour , I feel sure he’d wear yours Margaret , or any of you ladies , if you’d like to borrow him for a weekend , he’s well trained in the art of obedience , oh , and tongue worship of course “ she adds as they all look at me and giggle , so I blush like a girl ! She knows this kind of humiliation turns me on , her knickers are seducing me as her hand deftly caresses me so her knickers make me stiff , I know I’ll do anything for her or her friends , maybe she’s planned her own little orgy with me for their mutual delight !
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
Read more about me and my life on my website with lots of pictures, videos and texts (en/en). You can find the link on the info/start page on the right side under the showcase pictures.
I love to wear women's underwear and girdles, I don't own men's underwear since a long time. But I don't want to simulate femininity and I don't have transsexual ambitions. I'm just a fat, effeminate loser, who always failed in relationships with women as a real man. I was brought up to be a sissified, feminized boy who wore girly panties, camisoles and tights, so I grew up to be a feminized sissy. For many, many years I expose my shame in public for my humiliation. I do this on the Internet and I wear blouses and skirts, bras and silicone breasts, girdle suspenders and stockings on the street and in parks, as can be seen in some photos. I am very well known in the neighborhood as a ridiculous, effeminate sissy.
After suffering teasing and , at times , humiliation as a boy , yes , ok , a pretty boy ! I decided to experiment with my own inner feminism , it felt so wrong at first , but then I ventured out as her to find people were pleasant , guys even smiled , winked , I’d see them checking me out , so I practiced moving like a girl , a sensual hip sway , let my rather pert , girlish bottom twitch a wiggle under my skirt , the sound of my high heels was , indeed , music to my ears , I felt a rush of adrenalin every time a guy smiled at me , yes life as a girl was , I felt my future, my destiny , now here I am , yes I’ve enhanced my body , giggle , it feels fabulous to have to wear a bra ! Life is good , I’m dating , I’ve shared the odd kiss but no more , not sure of my next step .
Russian postcard by Dynamo, no. MB 22975-86, 1954.
Russian opera singer Feodor Chaliapin (1873–1938) was an international sensation and is considered as the greatest Russian singer of the twentieth century, as well as the greatest male operatic actor ever. The possessor of a large, deep and expressive basso profundo, he was celebrated at major opera houses all over the world and established the tradition of naturalistic acting in operas. The only sound film which shows his acting style is Don Quixote (Georg Wilhelm Pabst, 1933).
Feodor Ivanovich Chaliapin (Russian: Фёдор Ива́нович Шаля́пин, or Fyodor Ivanovich Shalyapin) was born in 1873, into a poor peasant family in Omet Tawi, near Kazan, Russia. His childhood was full of suffering, hunger, and humiliation. From the age of 10, he worked as an apprentice to a shoemaker, a sales clerk, a carpenter, and a lowly clerk in a district court before joining, at age 17, a local operetta company. In 1890, Chaliapin was hired to sing in a choir at the Semenov-Samarsky private theatre in Ufa. There he began singing solo parts. In 1891, he toured Russia with the Dergach Opera. In 1892, he settled in Tiflis (now Tbilisi, Georgia), because he found a good teacher, Dmitri Usatov, who gave Chaliapin free professional opera training for one year. He also sang at the St. Aleksandr Nevsky Cathedral in Tbilisi. In 1893, he began his career at the Tbilisi Opera, and a year later, he moved to Moscow upon recommendation of Dmitri Usatov. In 1895 ,Chaliapin debuted at the Imperial Mariinsky Theatre as Mephistopheles in Charles Gounod’s Faust, in which he was a considerable success. In 1896 he also joined Mamontovs Private Russian Opera in Moscow, where he mastered the Russian, French, and Italian roles that made him famous. Savva Mamontov was a Russian industrialist and philanthropist, who staged the operas, conducted the orchestra, trained the actors, taught them singing and paid all the expenses. At Mamontov's, he met in 1897 Sergei Rachmaninoff, who started as an assistant conductor there. The two men remained friends for life. With Rachmaninoff he learned the title role of Modest Mussorgsky's Boris Godunov, which became his signature character. Rachmaninoff taught him much about musicianship, including how to analyse a music score, and insisted that Chaliapin learn not only his own roles but also all the other roles in the operas in which he was scheduled to appear. When Chaliapin became dissatisfied with his performances, Chaliapin began to attend straight dramatic plays to learn the art of acting. His approach revolutionised acting in opera. In 1896, Savva Mamontov introduced Chaliapin to a young Italian ballerina Iola Tornagi, who came to Moscow for a stage career. She quit dancing and devoted herself to family life with Chaliapin. He was very happy in this marriage. From 1899 until 1914, he also performed regularly at the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow. The couple settled in Moscow and had six children. Their first boy died at the age of 4, causing Chaliapin a nervous breakdown.
In 1901, Feodor Chaliapin made his sensational debut at La Scala in the role of the devil in Mefistofele by Arrigo Boito under the baton of conductor Arturo Toscanini. Other famous roles were Boris Godunov in Mussorgsky's opera, King Philip in Giuseppe Verdi's Don Carlos. Bertram in Giacomo Meyerbeer's Robert le Diable, and Ivan the Terrible in The Maid of Pskov by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov. His great comic characterizations were Don Basilio in Gioachino Rossini’s Il barbiere di Siviglia and Leporello in Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Don Giovanni. In 1906, Chaliapin started a civil union with Maria Valentinovna Petzhold (also called: Maria Augusta Eluchen) in St. Petersburg, Russia. She had three daughters with Chaliapin in addition to 2 other children from her previous family. He could not legalize his second family, because his first wife would not give him a divorce. Chaliapin even applied to the Emperor Tsar Nicholas II with a request of registering his three daughters under his last name. His request was not satisfied. In 1913, Chaliapin was introduced to London and Paris by the brilliant entrepreneur Sergei Diaghilev. He began giving well-received solo recitals in Paris in which he sang traditional Russian folk songs as well as more serious fare, and also performed at the Paris Opera. His acting and singing was sensational to the western audiences. He made many sound recordings, of which the 1913 recordings of the Russian folk songs Vdol po Piterskoi and The Song of the Volga Boatmen are best known. In 1915, he made his film debut as Czar Ivan IV the Terrible in the silent Russian film Tsar Ivan Vasilevich Groznyy/Czar Ivan the Terrible (Aleksandr Ivanov-Gai, 1915) opposite the later director Richard Boleslawski. Fourteen years later, he appeared in another silent film, the German-Czech coproduction Aufruhr des Blutes/Riot of the blood (Victor Trivas, 1929) with Vera Voronina and Oscar Marion.
Feodor Chaliapin was torn between his two families for many years, living with one in Moscow, and with another in St. Petersburg. With Maria Petzhold and their three daughters, he left Russia in 1922 as part of an extended tour of western Europe. They would never return. Ther family settled in Paris. A man of lower-class origins, Chaliapin was not unsympathetic to the Bolshevik Revolution and his emigration from Russia was painful. Although he had left Russia for good, he remained a tax-paying citizen of Soviet Russia for several years. Finally he could divorce in 1927 and marry Maria Petzhold. Chaliapin worked for impresario Sol Hurok and from 1921 on, he sang for eight seasons at the Metropolitan Opera in New York. His debut at the Met in the 1907 season had been disappointing due to the unprecedented frankness of his stage acting. In 1921, the public in New York had grown more broad-minded and the eight seasons were a huge success. According to Steve Shelokhonov at IMDb, Chaliapin was the undisputed best basso in the first half of the 20th century. He had revolutionised opera by bringing serious acting in combination with great singing. His first open break with the Soviet regime occurred in 1927 when the government, as part of its campaign to pressure him into returning to Russia, stripped him of his title of 'The First People’s Artist of the Soviet Republic' and threatened to deprive him of Soviet citizenship. Prodded by Joseph Stalin, Maxim Gorky, Chaliapin’s longtime friend, tried to persuade him to return to Russia. Gorky broke with him after Chaliapin published his memoirs, Man and Mask: Forty Years in the Life of a Singer (Maska i dusha, 1932), in which he denounced the lack of freedom under the Bolsheviks.
The only sound film which shows Chaliapin's acting style is Don Quixote/Adventures of Don Quixote (Georg Wilhelm Pabst, 1933). He had also starred onstage as the knight in Jules Massenet's 1910 opera, Don Quichotte, but the 1933 film does not use Massenet's music, and is more faithful to Miguel de Cervantes' novel than the opera. In fact there were three versions of this early sound film. Georg Wilhelm Pabst shot simultaneously with the German language version also English and French versions. Feodor Chaliapin Sr. starred in all three versions of Don Quixote, but with a different supporting cast. Sancho Pansa was played by Dorville in the German and French versions but by George Robey in the English version. Benoit A. Racine at IMDb: "These films (the French, English and German versions) were an attempt to capture his legendary stage performance of this character even though the songs are by Jacques Ibert. Ravel had also been asked to compose the songs for the film but he missed the deadline and his songs survive on their own with texts that are different from those found here. The interplay between the French and English versions is fascinating. Some scenes are done exactly the same for better or worse, some use the same footage, re-cut to edit out performance problems, while others have slight variants in staging and dialogue. (The English version was doctored by Australian-born scriptwriter and director John Farrow, Mia's father, by the way.) Even though the films are short and they transform, reduce and simplify considerably the original novel, they still manage to carry the themes and the feeling that would make Man of La Mancha a hit several decades later and to be evocative of Cervantes' Spain." In the late 1930s, Feodor Chaliapin Sr. suffered from leukaemia and kidney ailment. In 1937, he died in Paris, France. He was laid to rest is the Novodevichy Monastery Cemetery in Moscow. Chaliapin was awarded a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for Recording at 6770 Hollywood Boulevard in Hollywood, California. In 1998, the TV film Chaliapin: The Enchanter (Elisabeth Kapnist, 1998) followed. His son Boris Chaliapin became a famous painter. who painted the portraits used on 414 covers of the Time magazine between 1942 and 1970. Another son Feodor Chaliapin Jr. became a film actor, who appeared in character roles in such films as the Western Buffalo Bill, l'eroe del far west/Buffalo Bill (Mario Costa, 1965) with Gordon Scott, and Der Name der Rose/The Name of the Rose (Jean-Jacques Annaud, 1986), starring Sean Connery. His first wife, Iola Tornagi, lived in the Soviet Union until 1959, when Nikita Khrushchev brought the 'Thaw'. Tornagi was allowed to leave the Soviet Union and reunited with her son Feodor Chaliapin Jr, in Rome, Italy.
Sources: Steve Shelokhonov (IMDb), Benoit A. Racine (IMDb), Encyclopaedia Britannica, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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