Tatiana and Alexander: A Novel(33)

"Marion, sheis the baby's mother," said Edward.

Mrs. Ludlow was critically silent for a moment, then tutted and before anyone could say anything, she tutted again with emphasis, muttered the word "immigrants" and dragged Edward away.

Vikki stormed into the hospital ward, grabbed Tatiana by the arm and pulled her out into the corridor. "He askedme for a divorce!" Vikki whispered in an indignant and offended hiss. "Can you believe it?"

"Um--"

"I said I wasn't giving him a divorce, it wasn't proper, and he said he would sue me for a divorce and win because I--I don't even know what he said--broke some covenant. Oh, I said to him, like you weren't with Far Eastern whores while you were away from me, and you know what he said?"

"Um--"

"He saidyes ! But it's different for soldiers, he said. Do you even believe it?" Vikki shook, Vikki shrugged, Vikki warded off the insulted glint in her eyes. Her mascara did not run, and her lips never lost their shine. "Fine, I said, just fine, you're the one who is going to be sorry, and he said he was already sorry. Ugh." She shuddered and brightened. "Hey, come for dinner on Sunday. Grammy is making Sunday lasagna."

But Tatiana didn't. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Come for dinner, Tania. Come to New York, Tania. Come play softball in Sheep Meadow with us, Tania. Come on the ferry ride with us, Tania, come for a car ride to Bear Mountain with us, Tania. Come, Tania, come back to us, the living.

CHAPTER NINE

With Stepanov, 1943

WHEN ALEXANDER OPENED HISeyes--did he open them?--it was still black, still cold. He was shaking, his arms around himself. There is no shame in dying in war, in dying young, in dying in a cold cell, in saving your body from humiliation.

Once, when he was convalescing, Tatiana asked without looking at him as she was dressing his wound, did you see the light? And he replied, no, he had not seen.

It was only a partial truth.

Because he had heard...

The gallop of the red horse.

But here all the colors had run dry.

As if in a stupor, Alexander dimly heard the sliding of the metal bolt, the turning of the key. His commander, Colonel Mikhail Stepanov, came into his cell with a flashlight. Alexander was hunched in the corner.

"Ah," said Stepanov. "So it's true. Youare alive."

Alexander wanted to shake Stepanov's hand, but he was too cold and his back was too sore. He did not move and said nothing.

Stepanov crouched by him. "What in the world happened to that truck? And I saw the Red Cross doctor's death certificate for you myself. I told your wife you were dead. Your pregnant wife thinks you'redead !"

"Everything is as it should be," replied Alexander. "It's good to see you, sir. Try not to inhale. There is not enough oxygen here for both of us."

"Alexander," said Stepanov. "You didn't want to tell her what was happening to you?"

Alexander shook his head.

"But why the truck explosion, the death certificate?"

"I wanted her to think there was no hope for me." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

"Why?"

Alexander didn't answer.

"Anywhere you go--I will go with you," Tatiana says. "But if you are staying, then I'm staying, too. I'm not leaving my baby's father in the Soviet Union." She bends over an overwhelmed Alexander. "What did you say to me in Leningrad? What kind of a life can I build, you said, knowing I have left you to die--or to rot--in the Soviet Union? I'm quoting you back to you. Those were your words." She smiles. "And on this one point, I will have to agree with you." She lowers her voice. "If I left you, no matter which road I took, with ponderous clatter indeed, the Bronze Horseman would pursue me all through that long night into my own maddening dust."

He couldn't tell that to his commander. He didn't know if Tatiana had left the Soviet Union.

"You want a smoke?"

"Yes," replied Alexander. "But can't here. Not enough oxygen for a smoke."

Stepanov pulled Alexander up to his feet. "Stand for a few minutes," Stepanov said. "Stretch your legs." He looked at Alexander's bent-sideways head. "This cell is too small for you. They didn't expect that."

"Oh, they did. That's why they put me here."

Stepanov stood with his back to the door, while Alexander stood across from him.

"What day is it, sir?" asked Alexander. "How long have I been here? Four, five days?"

"The morning of the sixteenth of March," said Stepanov. "The morning of your third day."

Third day!Alexander thought with shock.

Third day!Alexander thought with excitement. That would probably mean that Tania...

He didn't continue with his thoughts. Very quietly, almost inaudibly, Stepanov leaned forward and Alexander thought he said, "Keep talking loudly, so they can hear, but listen to me so that I can laugh with you when you come back in the clover field, and I will show you how to eat clover."

Alexander looked at Stepanov's face, more drawn than ever, his eyes gray, his mouth turned down with sympathy and anxiety. "Sir?"

"I didn't say anything, Major."