sleep!
And
he has spies all around.â He snorted with contempt. âOh, how the rest of them must regret easing him to power! They might have known
who
he was, but never in a thousand years could they have guessed
what
he was.â Mischaâs voice brimmed with scorn. âAnd now itâs far too late for even that pack of jackals to change their minds. Heâs polishing them off, one by one. Heâs finished bothering with all those âheart attacksâ and âaccidentsâ. One word out of place now and youâre in the cells, having the stuffing kicked out of you till you âconfessâ.â
Again the two of them fell silent. And itâs hard to explain, but hearing these brothers talk was stirring my heart inside me. How long had it been since Iâd heard anybody speak his mind? So long, Iâd forgotten. I might have been cowering in dirty sacks, covered in wheat chaff, but hearing these brothers talk to one another so candidly was like stepping out of a cage into fresh air and birdsong. I looked back at the life Iâd been forced to abandon and realized it was years since anyone I knew had spoken so freely around me â even my grandmother. My parentsâ gathering fears had even put a curb on that brave tongue. Oh, she might still have said a scathing wordor two from time to time about the old Czar. But dare to mention Father Trofim? Not in as long as I could remember.
Maxim was leaning closer to his brother now and taking care to speak even more softly.
âIâll tell you this, Mischa. I think this Glorious Leader of ours has come to think youâre the better man for showing no mercy. Either he truly believes these starveling peasants still have stockings filled with gold coins, or . . .â
âOrâ?â
âOr heâs waging war on his own countrymen. Think of it! He divides their land time and again to give more and more of it to the commissariat. If they object, he sweeps them off to prison camps up north â whole families, Mischa! Down to the youngest child! He gives their farms to strangers. Heâs taken their crops, their cattle â even the last of their few chickens. Heâs broken the countryside â turned it into a desert â and now that thereâs barely a grain of wheat growing there, heâs happy to arrest the whole lot of them out of revenge and spite.â
The voice fell to a whisper. âThink back to what we learned in school. You know as well as I do that if the Czar had treated even a dozen of his serfs this wayââ
âOh, yes! The country would have boiled over! And yet this madmanâs sunk his teeth so deep in us that thousands go missing and itâs as if he tips their bodies into water. Within a moment, silence closes over them. Nothing is said.â
âEven by those around him?â
Mischa spat again. âBrutes.â
â
All
of them?â
âEvery last one. Yesterday I heard a story. Father Trofim loses his favourite fountain pen. A few days later, one of his henchmen asks him, âHave you found it yet?â and Father Trofim answers cheerfully, âYes. It was under the sofa.â Instantly the head of security leaps to his feet. âIâm sorry, Leader, thatâs impossible! Down in my cells I already have a dozen whoâve confessed to taking it.ââ Mischa shifted uneasily. âLast week I heardââ
But he broke off. There was a thud of footfalls getting closer. Before the brothers even had time to pull their crates further apart, there was a rattling and the door theyâd come through slid back on its runnel.
The soldier who pushed his head through asked, amiably enough, âIs some conspiracy afoot? Look at the pair of you, sitting like two old ladies at the parish pump.â
Maxim waved an idle arm towards the open truck side. âJust admiring the view.â
The newcomer glanced out.
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