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A moment before I died, I somehow managed to raise my hand to command, as it was accustomed to doing. They didn't listen, but I had time to see how afraid they were, even though I was helpless. They let me lie on the floor, waiting for me to stop breathing, so that they could breathe freely themselves, when I'm gone. Death will not end with me. Poet's note. Joseph Stalin is still known as one of the most cruel dictators.

I was an angel of the poor, poor myself, although luck was with me, but I was not allowed to live long, death grew in my womb, which took me. I loved the poor, I hated the elite, I spoke to the poor when death was already waiting for me. I never abandoned them. I was feared even after death, my embalmed body traveled the world, until I was allowed to return, to my beloved Argentina. Poet's note. Eva Peron was the wife of President Juan Peron and a figure beloved by the people.

 I had the blood of millions on my hands. I sent people to their deaths because it was demanded of me. I was an architect of fear, a coward and a loner myself. Even then they betrayed me because they feared me more. When Father Sunny died, my end began. They shot me, just as I had shot people. Poets note.  Lavrenti Berija was the head of NKVD.