The mystery of Stalin's death

BBC ^ | February 24,2003 | Leonida Krushelnycky

[tet68]

They left too many loose ends, when Stalin had Kirov killed,
eventually everyone ended up dead, the killer, his guards, and his trainers.

Beria certainly deserved to die for his crimes, his compatriots knew of his ambition and weren't about to allow
him to come to power, the surprising thing is that he didn't move first.

[tet68]

Re; Kirov's assassin et al, Um sort of like Arkancide, car crashs, etc.

[knighthawk]

Ping

[Vigilanteman]

Lavrenty Beria.

[RipeforTruth]

Stalin's daughter, Svetlana Alliluyeva, in her 1967 book "Twenty Letters to a Friend" related that her father suffered a stroke in the night. They found him at 3 a.m.:

"My father died a difficult and terrible death. It was the first and so far the only time I have seen somebody die. God grants an easy death only to the just.

"Medical attention was given to him for several hours after that but he died a difficult and terrible death.

"The hemorrhaging had gradually spread to the rest of the brain.Since his heart was...strong, it affected the breathing centers bit by bit and caused suffocation. His breathing became shorter and shorter. For the last twelve hours the lack of oxygen was acute. His face altered and became dark. His lips turned black and the features grew unrecognizable. The last hours were nothing but a slow strangulation. The death agony was horrible. He literally choked to death as we watched. At what seemed like the very last moment he suddenly opened his eyes and cast a glance over everyone in the room. It was a terrible glance, insane or perhaps angry and full of fear of death and the unfamiliar faces of the doctors bent over him. The glance swept over everyone in a second. Then something incomprehensible and awesome happened that to this day I can't forget and don't understand. He suddenly lifted his left hand as though he were pointing to something above and bringing down a curse on us all. The gesture was incomprehensible and full of menace, and no one could say to whom or what it might be directed.The next moment, after a final effort, the spirit wrenched itself free of the flesh." (p.10)