This one brings to my mind some headlines in the yellow press style:
Fish Kissing Hammer&Sickle
Squirrel Wondering What to Do with Communism
A Mystery Behind Closed Windows with Laurel Wraths
It is not quite clear what this fish is going to do: either it is eager to eat a star, or is waiting for a sparrow eager to eat it.
But the question that torments me is: to whom could I address? To communism historians or to good old Freud?
It is worth mentioning that the fronton of this house in Engels bears a date: 1997. Which means all this had been carved not in the 1920s, the green days of the Soviet Union, but much, much later…
