Dinner with Stalin and Other Stories
Publication Year: 2014
Published by: Syracuse University Press
Cover and Front Flap
Title Page, Copyright Page
About the authors
Behind the Zoo Fence
Behind the zoo fence, a hippopotamus bellowed. The hospital was located in the vicinity of the zoo, in downtown Moscow on the Garden Ring. Children and teenagers were treated in this hospital. The windows of the on-call room, in which Dr. Garin was sitting, opened onto the back of the zoo, where there was an...
A Russian Liar in Paris
Over ten years have gone by since my wife and I happened to meet this exceptional person. Neither Mila nor I had ever encountered anyone quite like her before. We met her—let’s call my protagonist Taisia Ivanovna Basova—at the editorial offi ce of a journal that promoted Russian literature in France. They published...
White Sheep on a Green Mountain Slope
This happened a very long time ago, the year my son was born. It was a particularly happy year for me: I had a son, and my fi rst poetry collection came out. I suddenly became a father and a writer. Before that, I had only been a young husband and a young poet....
I was standing in St. Peter’s Square. The cathedral’s golden dome glowed like St. Isaac’s. I felt for a moment that I was back in Leningrad. But I was in Rome. The huge crowd was waiting for the Pope to emerge from the Vatican gates. I got there late, when there was barely any room left in the back rows. Standing room only....
A Storefront Window of Miracles
Left over in our town from the good old days is only one repair shop for cameras, binoculars, typewriters, and computers. In general, no one brings typewriters in for repair. For that matter, are there still typewriters left in our town? Nowadays even cameras aren’t brought in for repair, because it’s cheaper to buy a new one....
I was invited to lunch at Professor Viktor Turkin’s. The professor and his wife, Rita, live in Little Compton, Rhode Island. Turkin teaches comparative entomology at Brown University. Rita directs a student marionette theater. Their house is full of puppet marionettes. In fact, their collection of marionettes and butterflies is so remarkable that it alone justifi es a visit to the Turkins. One can come...
Where Are You, Zoya?
Zamkin called and invited us to stay at his summer house. His dacha on Cape Cod. The Zamkins are American Jews whose ancestors hailed from Russia. Zamkin’s grandfather arrived in New York on the same steamer with Sholem Aleichem. There was no way of telling where the Zamkins got their family name. Was it from the...
He just won’t leave me alone. Won’t get out of my head. Lanky. Bony. Back in the day we used to call the likes of him “carcasses.” There’s so much I could tell him! So much I could pin up to his egg-shaped memory. . . . It would surely give him pause! He would be sitting there in the personnel cafeteria of Moscow’s ...
Dinner with Stalin
I once read this account by a nineteenth-century Russian memoirist. On the balcony of an opera house, at the end of the 1890s, the memoirist saw Pushkin, as an old man. The memoirist was so struck by this that during the intermission he ran to Pushkin’s box to assure the great poet that he had never accepted his death...
The Valley Of Hinnom
Leah, Homer, Esau—these are the main characters of my story. And although the names are fi ctitious, the personages are quite real. Everything I recount in this story happened before my eyes. In other words, I describe only what I personally observed. I have no need for imaginary scenes I couldn’t have observed. They,...
Mimosa Flowersfor Grandmother’s Grave
That morning, Solomon worked in animal care. It wasn’t even noon, but three hundred white mice had been infected with TB bacilli and put back in their cages. Solomon was at a turning point in his animal experiments. If successful, the new method of treating TB could enter clinical trials. There was cause for hope....
The House Of Edgar Allan Poe
Eduard Polyakov, a Russian émigré of the “third wave,” was walking down the hill from the Rockefeller Library of Brown University toward Benefit Street. Polyakov had come to Providence, the capital of the diminutive state of Rhode Island, to collect materials for a future biography of Edgar Allan Poe. The book had...
Trubetskoy, Raevsky,Masha Malevich, andthe Death of Mayakovsky
Then, suddenly, I didn’t have any work. Neither academic, nor literary. This happened because we (my wife and I and our son) had applied for an exit visa to emigrate to Israel. We were fired from our academic jobs, and I was also expelled from the Union of Writers. For a year we had been waiting for the permission to...
The Bicycle Race
I’ve been writing this story my whole life. From the time when I first started to mix the paint of words. When I began to combine the pieces of life, those which occurred in reality, with imaginary circumstances (plot twists, phrases, movement, arrivals of characters in a story). I didn’t invent the courtyard of my...
Notes and Commentaryon the Stories
About the Translators
Back Flaps and Back Cover
Page Count: 376
Publication Year: 2014
Series Title: Library of Modern Jewish Literature
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