1/43 Terror in the era of stagnation- an extract from "Episodic Memory" published by @KalynaPress
2/43 Introduction:
3/43 Even after Stalin had been buried in the cold soil of Moscow the Soviet Union remained a deeply repressive society which imprisoned people for simply speaking the truth. The state had a network of informers which penetrated every recess of society in the nineteen eighties.
4/43 In the extract below, which follows on from Recruiting an Informer Captain Vasadze visits the protagonist, a radio journalist, while she is at work to intimidate her. ...
5/43 Extract:
6/43 Turivna threw on her coat and, without bothering with her headscarf, went to the exit. Captain Vasadze, the serviceable silicon chip of memory that stored names and faces, flicked through pages of data and she remembered. This was the same Vasadze who had summoned her for a
7/43 conversation some years ago ... to warn her that her acquaintance with the Natalyuks demonstrated her untrustworthiness.
8/43 So, I see Lieutenant that you have risen to the rank of captain ... almost like in that Vysotsky song - A star fell from the sky and landed on your epaulettes ... I am curious to know Vasadze, when you gaze at the starry sky, do you believe that God gives everyone their own
9/43 personal star? Yes, it was the same Vasadze; his face had only changed a little, becoming sharper and inscribed with the lines of time. His eyes were measuring her; two nodules, playing over her form. There was a briefcase in his hands and a muskrat fur cap on his head.
10/43 She silently nodded in reply to his greeting, then, raising her eyes to meet his, said enquiringly, ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’
11/43 ‘Oh, I see that you’re not even surprised by my visit …’
12/43 ‘You wanted to say, not afraid?’
13/43 Vasadze silenced his retort. His nodule eyes played over her a little more and then, in a choked voice, he changed his tone, ‘I Terror in the era of stagnation
14/43 AnEven after Stalin had been buried in the cold soil of Moscow the Soviet Union remained a deeply repressive society which imprisoned people for simply speaking the truth. The state had a network of informers which penetrated every recess of society in the nineteen
15/43 eighties. In the extract below, which follows on from Recruiting an Informer Captain Vasadze visits the protagonist, a radio journalist, while she is at work to intimidate her. ...
16/43 Turivna threw on her coat and, without bothering with her headscarf, went to the exit. Captain Vasadze, the serviceable silicon chip of memory that stored names and faces, flicked through pages of data and she remembered. This was the same Vasadze who had summoned her for a
17/43 conversation some years ago ... to warn her that her acquaintance with the Natalyuks demonstrated her untrustworthiness.
18/43 So, I see Lieutenant that you have risen to the rank of captain ... almost like in that Vysotsky song - A star fell from the sky and landed on your epaulettes ... I am curious to know Vasadze, when you gaze at the starry sky, do you believe that God gives everyone their own
19/43 personal star? Yes, it was the same Vasadze; his face had only changed a little, becoming sharper and inscribed with the lines of time. His eyes were measuring her; two nodules, playing over her form. There was a briefcase in his hands and a muskrat fur cap on his head.
20/43 She silently nodded in reply to his greeting, then, raising her eyes to meet his, said enquiringly, ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’
21/43 ‘Oh, I see that you’re not even surprised by my visit …’
22/43 ‘You wanted to say, not afraid?’
23/43 Vasadze silenced his retort. His nodule eyes played over her a little more and then, in a choked voice, he changed his tone, ‘I Terror in the era of stagnation
24/43 Even after Stalin had been buried in the cold soil of Moscow the Soviet Union remained a deeply repressive society which imprisoned people for simply speaking the truth. The state had a network of informers which penetrated every recess of society in the nineteen eighties.
25/43 In the extract below, which follows on from Recruiting an Informer Captain Vasadze visits the protagonist, a radio journalist, while she is at work to intimidate her. ...
26/43 Turivna threw on her coat and, without bothering with her headscarf, went to the exit. Captain Vasadze, the serviceable silicon chip of memory that stored names and faces, flicked through pages of data and she remembered. This was the same Vasadze who had summoned her for a
27/43 conversation some years ago ... to warn her that her acquaintance with the Natalyuks demonstrated her untrustworthiness.
28/43 So, I see Lieutenant that you have risen to the rank of captain ... almost like in that Vysotsky song - A star fell from the sky and landed on your epaulettes ... I am curious to know Vasadze, when you gaze at the starry sky, do you believe that God gives everyone their own
29/43 personal star? Yes, it was the same Vasadze; his face had only changed a little, becoming sharper and inscribed with the lines of time. His eyes were measuring her; two nodules, playing over her form. There was a briefcase in his hands and a muskrat fur cap on his head.
30/43 She silently nodded in reply to his greeting, then, raising her eyes to meet his, said enquiringly, ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’
31/43 ‘Oh, I see that you’re not even surprised by my visit …’
32/43 ‘You wanted to say, not afraid?’
33/43 Vasadze silenced his retort. His nodule eyes played over her a little more and then, in a choked voice, he changed his tone, ‘I Terror in the era of stagnation
34/43 Even after Stalin had been buried in the cold soil of Moscow the Soviet Union remained a deeply repressive society which imprisoned people for simply speaking the truth. The state had a network of informers which penetrated every recess of society in the nineteen eighties.
35/43 In the extract below, which follows on from Recruiting an Informer Captain Vasadze visits the protagonist, a radio journalist, while she is at work to intimidate her. ...
36/43 Turivna threw on her coat and, without bothering with her headscarf, went to the exit. Captain Vasadze, the serviceable silicon chip of memory that stored names and faces, flicked through pages of data and she remembered. This was the same Vasadze who had summoned her for a
37/43 conversation some years ago ... to warn her that her acquaintance with the Natalyuks demonstrated her untrustworthiness.
38/43 So, I see Lieutenant that you have risen to the rank of captain ... almost like in that Vysotsky song - A star fell from the sky and landed on your epaulettes ... I am curious to know Vasadze, when you gaze at the starry sky, do you believe that God gives everyone their own
39/43 personal star? Yes, it was the same Vasadze; his face had only changed a little, becoming sharper and inscribed with the lines of time. His eyes were measuring her; two nodules, playing over her form. There was a briefcase in his hands and a muskrat fur cap on his head.
40/43 She silently nodded in reply to his greeting, then, raising her eyes to meet his, said enquiringly, ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’
41/43 ‘Oh, I see that you’re not even surprised by my visit …’
42/43 ‘You wanted to say, not afraid?’
43/43 Vasadze silenced his retort. His nodule eyes played over her a little more and then, in a choked voice... ENDS- want to read more? The book is available online and from all good bookshops (and some bad ones :-)
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