In Leningrad, heroes never die
Hr. Bandaharo

In a corner just outside the city of Leningrad, are rows of hundreds of graves almost level with the ground. Each dull plot almost merges into the dark colour of the soil. In former times, when this Russian city had not yet changed its name to St Petersburg, pilgrims would hear a recording of a solemn hymn played by a symphony orchestra, as though a melody was coming from the sky. An atmosphere of