Fyodor Dostoevsky noted in “The Diary of a Writer”: “No, it is not the masses of millions who make history. And not material forces, and not interests, which seem unshakable, and not money, not a sword or power, but at first completely unnoticed thoughts of sometimes completely invisible people.” We don’t know our history well, and we don’t know much at all. For decades it consisted of myths, the names of real heroes were hushed up, and villains and scoundrels were raised to a pedestal. Much of what was written in textbooks either did not actually happen at all, or happened completely differently than we were taught. There was no “heroic assault” on Winter Palace, and the secret springs of February 1917 and the names of those who actually stood behind the scenes of the collapse of Russia are still not exactly known. The revolutionaries, whose names still bear many streets in our cities, were not really heroes. They destroyed the gene pool of the Russian nation, and many of its geniuses were thrown abroad. We still continue to bitterly argue how the war began, why its first months turned into such a terrible disaster, because the USSR had an overwhelming advantage in tanks and aircraft. The lies that we were fed poisoned the souls of more than one generation, and the planetary tragedy of the collapse of the USSR shocked us so much that some people still pronounce with reverence the name of Stalin, the greatest tyrant of all times and peoples. Our history, like no other, is still full of amazing mysteries, incredible secrets and blind spots. We need to write about them again and again to get rid of false myths.