Narrator: Gift-wrapped in black is the hit of spring sales in Ukraine, the Hitler toy. Not a very large toy, about 40 cm in size, but with a wardrobe that even Barbie would envy. The uniform comes in everyday and parade versions, complete with a dark-green leather coat, plus a replacement head made of porcelain, with a good-natured face and a peaked cap with fascist eagles, two Iron Crosses, and, of course, a swastika. It's everywhere. The manufacturers — the marking says China — obviously did a sophisticated job developing the concept. They captured Hitler in detail, down to his jackboots. The heels are lined with square nails, like those used in the German military footwear of the 1930s. The only mismatch is the eyeglasses: For some reason, they resemble those of John Lennon, imparting humanity to the premier Nazi in the world. "Buy today. Tomorrow can be too late." Despite the not-so-childish price of about $250, in Kyiv there's a line of people eager to buy the toy. Store manager: The toy's made of plastic. No, it has moving arms and legs. I'm a having a boy...a male customer at the moment. Narrator: In stores, they tell and show, with pleasure, what the Hitler toy can do. Store manager: Here come the decorations, orders, a tie, a cane, this thing I don't know how to call, and gloves. Yes, you can undress him; his clothes are equipped with snap fasteners. Narrator: This can be a table souvenir but one can also use the Hitler toy to play soldiers. There are no age <b>...</b>Длительность: 3:00
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Elmo walked into the room. With his feet facing outward as if he were a ballet teacher, his hands dangling and gesturing like those of a Muppet. The look on his face was sheer resentment, directed at the ignorant peasants, who had dared to demand his nearly royal attention. "Meow", exclaimed our illustrious hero, "Who wants me to eat their cat?" I think at this point we need to describe to you, our dear readers, the physical and emotional attributes of this man. He grew up, the son of Jewish immigrants from Russia and Poland, in a suburban Delaware blue-collar, mostly Jewish neighborhood. His father, Leon, a post-world war II disgruntled chemical engineer, and his mother, a pleasantly overweight housewife had 3 children. All of them rather strange, which greatly disappointed the father, a man who had hoped that his children would grow up to be the next Marxes, Einsteins, and Curies. Or in the worst case scenario - Henry Kissinger. The children appeared lazy, slow, and had very few friends. They all exhibited anti-social behavior and had a difficult time with the "concrete" sciences - math, physics, chemistry. They showed no passion for studying these, instead preferring to doodle away in their own worlds, hidden in the conclaves of their basement bedrooms. But one child stood out more than the others. Young Eliot's inexplicable laughter that seemed to come out of nowhere for no obvious reasons, his quirky remarks, the ability to amuse himself, and mutter under his breath <b>...</b>
