Ministers.â
âBut Comrade Stalin,â said Aglaya, âtaught us that the cleverer the enemy is, the more dangerous he is.â
âWhy are you talking to me about Comrade Stalin?â Bogdan Filippovich sighed and took another drag, started coughing again and leaned toward the desk, clutching at his chest. âComrade Stalinââhe coughed againââas we know now, made a few mistakes of his own. During the war he even used a globe to command our forces. He used to spin the globe and say, Take this town here for the October anniversary, and this one, heâd say, for Red Army Day. And how to take it, which side to approach it from, where to move up the reserves, all that, he says, is no concern of mine, Iâm the Supreme Commander, he says, and I command supremely. Understand? And let Zhukov or Tolbukhin think about the details.â
âNonsense!â said Aglaya angrily. âComrade Stalin was a genius and he had a close personal grasp of all the details.â
âAha,â said Nechitailo, sounding bored. âAglaya Stepanovna, Iâm not going to get involved in an ideological debate with you. Especially since the leadership of our Party has a different opinion.â
âWhat about you?â Aglaya asked in a less formal tone. âDo you have an opinion of your own?â
âI do,â Nechitailo assured her. âBut like the opinion of every honest communist, itâs no different from the opinion of our supreme leadership. And therefore I declare your order dismissing Shubkinâhow shall I put itânull and void. That means,â he concluded decisively, stubbing out his butt in the ashtray, âthat tomorrow morning he can turn up for work.â
Aglaya realized there was nothing more to be said and she got up from her chair.
âVery well!â she said in a threatening tone, although any threat was quite pointless. âVery well!â
And as she left the room, she tried to slam the door as loudly as possible.
Nechitailo sat there for a while until she had gone, said âIdiot,â shook his head and began manufacturing another roll-up.
13
This time around, Aglaya defied superior authority and refused to allow the sacked man back to work. That was when things began to get unpleasant. Porosyaninov called her in to see him, sat her down in a soft leather armchair and ordered in tea with hard crackers and lemon.
He began the conversation with a sigh: âAh, Aglaya Stepanovna, you hot-blooded partisan! Just what position do you think youâre storming now? So you donât like this Shubkin, but who does like him? I donât like him, and I confess I canât stand their entire nation. And whatâs going on at the top isnât to my liking either. Stalin stood at the head of the state for thirty years, we lauded him to the skies. A genius, a universal luminary, a generalissimo. And now they tell us he had Kirov killed, he devastated the peasantry, uprooted the intelligentsia, decapitated the army, exterminated the Party. And who are you and me, if weâre not the Party?â
âRight!â said Aglaya, delighted. âThatâs exactly what Iâm talking about.â
âEverybodyâs talking about it. Only between themselves, in a whisper. But out loud we must support the Party line. Whatever it might be, whichever way it might turn, weâre communists and we vote in favor.â
âWithout principles?â asked Aglaya.
âWithout conditions,â said Porosyaninov.
Aglaya was incensed, she was about to object, and rather sharply, but just then the door of the office opened and first secretary of the district Party committee Nechaev came in without making a sound, as though he werenât even moving his feet. He shook hands with Porosyaninov, who leapt to his feet, and with Aglaya, laying a hand on her shoulder to prevent her getting up, and asked, âI wonât be in
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