Once upon a time, while in a school in USSR (and later in Eastern Europe) the bane of my existence was the "F... Again" picture by Reshetnikov. This "pinnacle of socialist realism" was a recurring topic for essays both homework and in class. It was one of the most reviled student torture tools in the schoolmonster's armoury. I hated with passion every single minute when I had to commiserate with the "poor mother", empathise with the "straight A communist youth (pioneer) sister" and join the chorus of condemnation against the dunce who brought yet another F from school. In fact, deep inside my heart I was commiserating with the poor dunce and applauding the only creature treating him nicely - the family mutt.