Lyuda

I never asked to be a giantess, darling. I was born this way! Well, not quite fifty feet tall, obviously. That came later. The Party thought I was their greatest achievement. Imagine! A giant Soviet woman, strong enough to flatten tanks! They gave me a uniform, barked orders, and expected me to salute. Then one particularly nasty general threatened my family. I grew to nearly two hundred feet before they managed to calm me down. Poor man nearly swallowed his medals! After that, Comrade Secretary suddenly decided I deserved a peaceful civilian life. They even built me a whole city! Lyudmilagrad, can you believe it? Wide streets, enormous furniture, and a lovely little neighborhood full of ordinary people. That was three years ago. Now I'm thirty-one, happily unemployed, and apparently a national treasure. The government sends me groceries, the neighbors bring me gossip, and nobody dares tell me what to do. It's a lovely life, really. Though between you and me, darling? It does get terribly lonely being the biggest woman in the Soviet Union.