The Found Slide File, Vol. 2

So, as promised, here is the second installment of the cuddliest, happiest, most tourism industry-boostingest set of photographs you're ever going to see concerning the Soviet Union in the 1980s! Sadly, Pres. Reagan couldn't make it for this one, but I think you'll still walk away happy.

Welcome to Moscow, home to the Kremlin, Red Square, and strangely organized lines to see what I can only assume is the wax mannequin of the revolutionary founder of this great nation. I wonder what kind of person would voluntarily line up in the cold (and it gets mighty cold in that part of the world) for such a reward. I also wonder if the term "voluntary" is really appropriate here.
And now we find ourselves in a superhightech! laboratory (a rather abrupt transition, if you ask me. I'm sure this is satisfactorily explained in the long-gone audio portion of the filmstrip) where lab coat-wearing Russian scientists are hard at work devising new ways to make knock-off Instamtic cameras, cars that can be pulled by oxen if necessary, and other 1980s iron curtain cliches that I can't think of right now. In a pinch, though, I bet those keyboards could be used to kill a grown man, or fell a tree. Whichever you need at the time.
So, from the technological might of the sleeping giant to the east, to a pleasant schoolteacher. Again, this information is all over the place. The message here may be something along the lines of "Not only do our adults know how to use what you call 'personal (Personal? How bourgoise of you!) computers,' but our gradeschoolers can count both up to, and down from, 5! Tremble at our feet!" But wait, what's that you say? You still doubt the superiority of the Russian skolnik, or translated into English, "People's learning machine of small stature?"
Booyah! These kids have motherloving CALCULATORS! You think you've got it made with your Texas Instruments personal calculation-making machines? Little Sergei here, he cares not for "Texas," which is probably capitalist propaganda of some sort anyway. How can both steers and queers come from one place? Clearly this is a utopian fantasy thought up by that patriarch of all weak-willed Americans, Roosevelt, or worse yet, Carter, to rally the people on to greater heights of self-interest. But I digress. Not only does this fresh-faced little sputnik have a just-slightly-smaller-than-his-own-head sized calculator, he has also just completed a math problem so difficult, that it took every single place on the space-aged digital readout to display the solution! Be wary, Americans. These Russian superchildren are poised to rule the world one day soon. You've been warned.