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ISBN978-5-0068-6312-5

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Inthe dusty, smoke-choked factory district ofaprovincial Russian town, Pelageya Nilovna lived inasmall wooden house that leaned against the high board fence ofthe ironworks.

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She was forty years old, broad-shouldered, heavy, with aface scarred bysmallpox and eyes that had long ago lost their brightness.

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Every morning she woke before the factory whistle, lit the samovar, and prepared kasha for her husband, Mikhail Vlasov, ahulking blacksmith whose fists were quicker than his words.

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He came home drunk, cursed the world, and beat her until she learned tomove silently, tobreathe without sound.

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Their son, Pavel, grew up watching this, his small face tight, his fists clenched even insleep.

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Pavel was different.

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Tall, thin, with his mothers dark eyes but amouth set hard like his fathers, he worked at the same factory, turning bolts on alathe.

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He spoke little, read much books borrowed from acrippled typesetter named Andrey.

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When Mikhail died ofdrink and rage one winter night, the house grew quieter.

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Pelageya scrubbed floors for the foremans wife tokeep bread on the table, and Pavel brought home every kopeck, stacking them inatin box under the icon.

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One spring evening, Pavel came inwith abundle wrapped innewspaper.

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He unwrapped it carefully: astack ofthin pamphlets, the ink stillwet.

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Mother, he said, these are for the men.

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She stared at the words she could not read Down with the Tsar! Long live the working people! and felt fear crawl up her spine like cold water.

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That night she lay awake listening tothe factory hum beyond the wall and toher son breathing steady inthe next room.

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The pamphlets spread.

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Workers whispered inthe lavatories, passed them under benches.

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The foreman found one inthe slag heap and roared.

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Police came, boots thudding on the frozen mud streets.

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They dragged out three men, including Andrey the typesetter.

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Pavel stood inthe yard, coat unbuttoned despite the frost, and said loudly, This is only the beginning.

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The officer struck him across the face. Blood spotted the snow.

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Pelageya watched from the window, hands pressed toher mouth.

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After that, meetings moved tothe woods beyond the swamp.

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On Sundays, when the machines slept, twenty, thirty men gathered under the pines.

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Pavel spoke calm, clear, his voice carrying over the needles.

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He talked ofwages stolen, ofchildren coughing blood inthe damp barracks, ofthe eight-hourday.

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Pelageya brought bread and kvass inabasket, pretending she was visiting asick cousin.

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She sat on astump, shawl over her head, and listened.

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Words she had never heard strike, solidarity, revolution settled inher mind like stones inapond.

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Summer came hot and airless.

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The factory owner, afat merchant from Moscow, cut piece-rates.

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Sparks flew from the lathes inprotest.

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One noon the whistle blew and no one moved.

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Pavel climbed onto acrate inthe yard. Brothers, he called, enough!

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The men cheered. Gates clanged shut.

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Cossacks rode inwith whips. Sabers flashed. Blood ran between the cobblestones.

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Pelageya saw her son lifted on shields ofarms, his shirt torn, his eyes blazing.

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They took him tothe district jail.

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She went every visiting day, carrying pirozhki wrapped inaclean cloth.

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The guard let her through the iron door.

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Pavel sat on abench, thinner, abruise yellowing on his cheek.

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Mother, he said, dont be afraid. This is how the world changes.

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She wanted tocry, but his gaze held her steady.

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While Pavel waited for trial, the underground grew.

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Ayoung teacher named Natasha arrived, sent bythe city committee.

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She had short hair, amans coat, and alaugh that rang like abell.

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She slept on the floor inPelageyas house, taught her toread bylamplight.

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The letters danced at first, then settled: M-O-T-H-E-R.

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Pelageya traced them with athick finger, pride warming her chest.

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Autumn brought rain that turned the streets torivers ofmud.

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Pavels trial was set for November.

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The comrades printed leaflets: Free Pavel Vlasov!

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Pelageya folded them into her skirt lining and carried them tothe market, slipping them into aprons, under cabbage leaves.

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Her heart hammered, but her hands did not shake.

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The courtroom smelled ofwet wool and fear.

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Workers packed the benches.

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Pavel stood inthe dock, chains on his wrists, and spoke for two hours.

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He told ofthe child who lost three fingers toapress, ofthe widow paid three rubles for her husbands coffin.

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The judge banged his gavel. Soldiers led Pavel away toten years inSiberia.

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Pelageya stood inthe aisle, mouth open, until Natasha pulled her down.

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Winter again. Snow piled against the windows.

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The factory ran slower; half the men were gone jailed, fled, or broken.

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Pelageya kept the house warm, the samovar singing.




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