Black on Red: My 44 Years Inside the Soviet Union

The story of Robert Robinson is about a multi-talented man who was living in unhappy times for Negroes in the United States and when those circumstances led him to use a job opportunity in the Soviet Union, which slyly allured. Robinson's fatal mistake to stay was made him a prisoner for more of four decades where he became a witness of different moments: bloody purges, which interrupted Second World War and after then Cold War with many fantastic stories about life and people in one of the most closest countries in the world, which, what the most important, were told from non-Russian view. When I was reading this book, Robert Robinson was a kindred soul for me. I haven't same color of skin, but I purely have same alienation. Everything, what he described, I've experienced similar. Robinson was a genius in many sciences, fluently spoke on main foreign languages and some of his inventions made easier job of his specialty, but it doesn't play any part when you an outsider for Soviets. Without race origin, Robinson was an individuality, despite harsh times taught him to stay neutral.
The author of "Black on Red" is telling a lot of interesting stories about people whom he met. There were, of course, Soviet citizens, Russians from Tsarist period, which wasn't a far time then, spectacular tales on people with same skin as Robinson whence I still again saw a confirmation how will end those who tries to fit into totalitarian/authoritarian system. For all years Robinson never gave up in find a way to leave the Soviet Union. He didn't betrayed his ideals, principles and the dream even in any worst of days. Robinson wasn't a brave war hero and open dissident (I'm thinking in the last, in post-Dzhugashvili times, it could helped him to fly away earlier, but doesn't mean.). He wasn't born for these things, but he never lost his humanity. How he was surviving, when Second World War entered in the Soviet Union, is the greatest example of the man.
Robinson understood what many inhabitants of the one-sixth of the world still don't try - Russian nation. I read no one book from people who were there beginning from the end of Mongol rule and these foreign visitors were taking off a mystery. When Robinson left the Soviet Union in Brezhnev time, he clearly knew on posted Gorbachyov on whom still in the West and in the East a totally different, but both wrong conversance on his personality.
Robinson writes he could tell a lot of stories which will make the book beyond of thousand pages and, by his words, it will exceed format. Strange for me, because I never heard about standards. It's so sad that Robinson didn't include all of his tales in this or didn't make an another book, because I was ready to read it all about the man with unlucky and unbelievable fate together and who is my hero.