In accordance with his wish that there should be no crying, a hearty meal was served of his favourite dishes: warm potato and herring, and cabbage with home-made sausage....
Oksana, one of the relations with whom he lived, said he had led an active life to the last, helping around the house, whether it was making dumplings or tending the chickens....
"He didn't find himself a mate because he was a short man and never had money," Oksana believes.
ADDED: Commenter ricpic writes another poem (and wins the title — it's been fought over you know! — of Poet Laureate of the Althouse Blog):
The commies came, the commies went,
Hryhoriy hardly noticed;
Earthbound, barefoot, his life was spent
Sausage, not Stalin, focused.
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