Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1 “I Needed a Woman”
- Chapter 2 It Could Have Been Worse
- Chapter 3 “The Thug Copped It”
- Chapter 4 “This foul regime—a curse upon it!”
- Chapter 5 Travels from Language to Language
- Chapter 6 The Tongues
- Chapter 7 “All Potatoes Look Alike”
- Chapter 8 Religion
- Chapter 9 “Dinky Little Cunt” and the Young Communist League Secretary
- Chapter 10 Madonnas
- Chapter 11 The Sea of Youth
- Chapter 12 Never Out of Reach
- Chapter 13 Speaking Freely
- Chapter 14 Visiting Firemen
- Chapter 15 And the Word Was Made Flesh
- Chapter 16 Redemption (All Were Saved)
- Chapter 17 Betrayal
- Chapter 18 Light Beyond the Window
- Chapter 19 Early Farewell
- Chapter 20 Parents
- Chapter 21 Chicken Soup
- Chapter 22 Marina
- Chapter 23 The Spring of '71
- Chapter 24 Envoi
Chapter 12 - Never Out of Reach
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1 “I Needed a Woman”
- Chapter 2 It Could Have Been Worse
- Chapter 3 “The Thug Copped It”
- Chapter 4 “This foul regime—a curse upon it!”
- Chapter 5 Travels from Language to Language
- Chapter 6 The Tongues
- Chapter 7 “All Potatoes Look Alike”
- Chapter 8 Religion
- Chapter 9 “Dinky Little Cunt” and the Young Communist League Secretary
- Chapter 10 Madonnas
- Chapter 11 The Sea of Youth
- Chapter 12 Never Out of Reach
- Chapter 13 Speaking Freely
- Chapter 14 Visiting Firemen
- Chapter 15 And the Word Was Made Flesh
- Chapter 16 Redemption (All Were Saved)
- Chapter 17 Betrayal
- Chapter 18 Light Beyond the Window
- Chapter 19 Early Farewell
- Chapter 20 Parents
- Chapter 21 Chicken Soup
- Chapter 22 Marina
- Chapter 23 The Spring of '71
- Chapter 24 Envoi
Summary
In Oxfordshire, England
A single leaf hangs in the air
on a spider–thread; at the horizon
a vista of sky and earth is meeting
as we pick our narrow way across
an autumn field of just–sown wheat
and further on along a forest path
to where a reservoir opens.
This, it seems to us, becomes the river
flowing around Muscovite domes
where on a little porch our memory
lies down, as both the wretched poor
stride on cobbled roads and aristocrats
ride slick trotters into the age's storms.
The way there and the passage back
lie along black back stairs and front portals,
sentries cloaked in greenery. Coming close,
we see how clear the evening air is, and
how tremulously a single leaf hangs down.
(1987, translated with Maxine Kumin)“I'm here to see Father Superior Alexei,” I said to the nun who opened the door to me at Moscow's Gate Church of the Intercession in the Novodevichy Convent. It was dark inside and her head was slightly lowered, so even though she was nearly as tall as me I couldn't see her face.
“Follow me please,” she said, “I'll call him.” And then she hesitated and asked: “What is it about?”
I suspected she had no call to pry into the reasons why her superior wanted to see me and might even be reprimanded for this sort of unecclesiastical curiosity betraying, perhaps, a shade of worldly vanity, but at that point we were standing in the light streaming from a window and the nun looked up.
“I … I … He … He wanted to … to interview me,” I began to stammer, “to teach English … to a group he's putting together … of monks and nuns … nuns and monks … I mean I've been recommended to him by my lecturer in English … at … Moscow State University … named after Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov … Department of Psychology …”
“Dear me, I'm not sure I can take all this in at once,” she laughed, “but if you wait here I'll call Father Alexei.” Her laughter was warm and musical—and somehow intimate. When she left, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
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- Never Out of ReachGrowing up in Tallinn, Riga, and Moscow, pp. 97 - 106Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2015