He said if I'm so enamored of a counter-revolutionary formalist, I should move out and get a job because I'm clearly more comfortable among the capitalist bourgeoisie. I tried explaining that Richard Taruskin had refuted the idea that Shostakovich was anything other than a willing adherent of Soviet ideology, but he told me he had no regard for the opinions of a fascist imperialist.
>be me
>reading War and Peace
>мамаша walks into the room and sees me
>she asks why I'm wasting my time with Tolstoy's naive romanticism
>I tell her that he represented the voice of the peasant class, and better than anyone has ever done to this date
>she looks at me sternly
>I remind her that Lenin praised Tolstoy
>she counters that Lenin also called him "flabby" and immature
>I stutter, spaghetti out of my pockets
>she laughs and tells me to get dressed for the party meeting later that day
>stupid foids will never understand sensitive, shy men