Under A Blood Red Sky Part 40
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He hesitated, his jaw flexing so that she could see the muscle twitch beneath the skin. With no comment he replaced the bread on the tray.
'Kva.s.s? ' he offered. ' he offered.
Kva.s.s was a traditional brew, fermented from bread, yeast and sugar. Sofia had no taste for it but she nodded politely. He poured the brown liquid into the gla.s.s and handed it to her across the desk. was a traditional brew, fermented from bread, yeast and sugar. Sofia had no taste for it but she nodded politely. He poured the brown liquid into the gla.s.s and handed it to her across the desk.
'Spasibo,' she said. She sat holding it in her hand but didn't raise it to her lips.
As though he suddenly felt the need to put some distance between them, he rose from his chair and walked over to the window. He stood there with his broad back to her, saying nothing, just gazing at the fields outside, at the kolkhoz kolkhoz he was so committed to driving towards greater productivity. She could see the strength of his determination in the line of his shoulders and the stiffness of his neck. She placed the gla.s.s silently on the desk and at the same time whisked his box of matches into her pocket. he was so committed to driving towards greater productivity. She could see the strength of his determination in the line of his shoulders and the stiffness of his neck. She placed the gla.s.s silently on the desk and at the same time whisked his box of matches into her pocket.
'Is that all?' she asked.
He coughed, an odd kind of sound that was more of a growl than a cough, and when he turned his face was in shadow, his expression hidden from her.
'May I have the key to the hall, so I can finish the sweeping?' she asked.
His whole body grew unnaturally still. 'Why the hall? What is this preoccupation of yours with our hall?'
She stood. 'I am offering to help because Pyotr is upset by the arrest of his father, that's all. No preoccupation with anything.'
'Let me give you some advice, comrade. Stay clear of the boy. He will have to denounce Mikhail Pas.h.i.+n at our next kolkhoz kolkhoz meeting.' meeting.'
'No, Chairman, that is asking too-'
'Asking only what is right. Our Young Pioneers know their duty. In the meantime stay away from him or you could be in trouble yourself.'
'It's not an infectious disease he has. His father is being interrogated. '
'Comrade Morozova,' the Chairman's voice was insistent, 'we in the Red Arrow kolkhoz kolkhoz will not tolerate a saboteur in whom the motives of greed and self-seeking are rampant. The Revolution has shown us a better way.' will not tolerate a saboteur in whom the motives of greed and self-seeking are rampant. The Revolution has shown us a better way.'
'He's just a boy of eleven years old, that's all. What kind of threat to the State, or to me for that matter, can he possibly be when-'
'I wasn't referring to Pyotr Pas.h.i.+n when I mentioned saboteurs.'
'Then who?'
'You.'
A silence descended that seemed to last for ever. Sweat p.r.i.c.kled on Sofia's back and she inhaled deeply.
'Comrade Chairman, you are a powerful man here in Tivil.' She saw his surprise at the abrupt change of subject. 'And maybe in Dagorsk too.'
He was studying her carefully.
'Mikhail Pas.h.i.+n has been arrested-'
'I am aware of that,' he interrupted.
'Arrested wrongfully,' she continued. 'He had nothing to do with the sacks of grain that went missing.'
'That is for the interrogators to establish.'
'But if a person in authority, a powerful man like yourself, reported to these interrogators that their prisoner was a loyal Communist who at the time of the theft was drinking inside his home with an OGPU officer and was clearly innocent of any . . . sabotage, then they would release him. They would believe your word.'
His face changed. It lost the tautness that usually held it together and curved into a wide genuine smile. 'Comrade,' he said with a soft laugh, 'I am concerned. I think hunger has addled your brain.'
'No, Chairman, I think not. No more than listening to a radio in the forest has addled yours.'
It was as though she'd slapped him. He rocked slightly on his heels. A dull flush rose to his cheeks while one fist clenched and unclenched at his side. For a brief second she thought he was about to seize hold of her, but he didn't. Instead, with stiff courtesy, he walked over to the door and opened it.
'Don't let me keep you from sweeping the hall,' he said in a soft voice and held out the key.
Sofia's fingers closed over it, and as they did so she could feel the heat in his flesh. She walked out without a word.
'Pyotr!' Sofia called urgently.
She crouched down by the broom, which lay where she'd dropped it earlier in the a.s.sembly hall, and put her mouth close to the floorboards.
'Pyotr! ' she called again. ' she called again.
She heard a scrabbling noise beneath her feet.
'Sofia?'
'Are you all right?'
'I'm fine.'
But the boy's voice was so thin it made her heart lurch. She yanked at the string and the short piece of flooring shot up so she could peer in. At first she could make out nothing in the gloom.
'It's all right, Pyotr, I'll get you out.' She lay down flat on her stomach, slid her head and shoulders through the hole and felt round blindly with her hands. 'Whoever makes use of this place can't bring a rope in with them every time. It would be too conspicuous. There must be-'
'I can see it, I can see it. There beside you, there, on the right . . . no . . . further over.' His young voice was rising. 'That's it, just there by-'
'Got it.'
Her fingertips had touched the bristled twists of a rope hanging down under the floorboards. She tugged at it and instantly it uncoiled, snaking one end into the black cavern beneath.
'A ladder,' Pyotr cried out, 'it's a rope ladder.'
Sofia s.h.i.+nned down the swaying rungs and jumped the last section on to an earthen floor. She was struck by the change in temperature. It was a cold underground room.
'Pyotr.'
His pale face was close and she wrapped her arms around him, hugged him tight to her. 'I'm sorry,' she breathed into his hair. 'Fomenko came.'
She could feel the boy's bony body rigid at first but slowly it grew soft in her embrace, and that's when it started to tremble. Only faint, but enough to tell her what he'd been through, shut away in the dark on his own. His s.h.i.+rt was damp with sweat despite the cool air. She held him until the trembling ceased, then stepped back and tapped his chin teasingly.
'Look what the Chairman kindly gave me for you.'
From her pocket she drew out the box of matches she'd stolen from Fomenko's desk and in the dim light she placed them in Pyotr's hand. His fingers were quick to strike a match and holding it in front of him he crossed to a narrow shelf, picked up the stub of a candle that lay there next to a bible and lit it. The flame flickered and hissed but by its light she saw Pyotr's face clearly for the first time. One of his lips was bleeding where he'd been biting at it.
'Come on, let's get you out of here,' she said cheerfully, holding out one end of the rope ladder to him. 'You first.'
'No.' He shook his tousled brown hair. 'Look at this.'
Holding the candle high, he led the way to the rear of the room. She swerved to avoid a wooden chair piled round with half a dozen bulging sacks in the middle of the floor, all propped carefully on top of each other. Her heart tightened when she realised Pyotr must have heaped them like that, struggling in the darkness to reach the ceiling, but there hadn't been enough of them. Did he shout? Did he scream and cry for help? Or wait quietly, believing in her?
'Look,' he said again.
Had he found the jewels? Her pulse leapt at the thought. The walls were lined with wooden planking coated in pitch that, in places, had been repaired. On one side was an ancient door with heavy iron hinges.
'It's locked,' Pyotr said when he saw her glance at it.
He stretched out the candle and its wavering light revealed that the rear wall was covered with a heavy brocade curtain instead of planking. It was hard to tell its colour in the gloom but Sofia had the impression of a deep purple glimmering among the darting shadows.
'Is it-'
'Wait,' Pyotr whispered. Then, with all the panache of a magician, he swept the curtain aside.
The wall was full of eyes. Sofia felt her stomach sink as she realised it wasn't the box of jewellery she was seeking.
'So, Pyotr,' she murmured, 'it looks like G.o.d hasn't been driven out of Tivil after all.'
The alcove behind the curtain was a metre deep by about three metres wide and every sc.r.a.p of birch-lined wall was covered in religious icons and statues and crucifixes. Sad-eyed saints carried the burdens of the world's sins on their gilded shoulders; hundreds of Virgin Marys gazed with adoration at the soft-faced Child Jesus. Lovingly arranged in groups on the floor were statues of them painted in vivid reds and blues and golds.
Pyotr was staring open-mouthed.
'So,' Sofia said, 'this is where the village hid their beliefs.' She spoke quietly, as in a place of wors.h.i.+p. After a moment she reached up and pulled the curtain back across the alcove. Pyotr flinched, the look in his eyes far away.
'So shocked?' Sofia asked.
He rubbed his free hand across his face in a rough gesture and nodded. 'They're so . . .' His voice trailed away.
'So powerful?' she finished for him.
'Da. I didn't realise.'
'You've never been inside a proper Orthodox church with frescoes and carvings and gold crosses and air so laden with prayers and incense that you can barely breathe it in.'
He shook his head. 'But it's just superst.i.tion.' It was meant as a statement but somehow it came out more as a question. 'Once they realise that, won't they let it go?'
'No, Pyotr, they won't.' She stopped herself. Now was not the time for saying more. 'Come on, let's see what's in those sacks you piled in a heap.'
'Just grain and potatoes and swedes.' He kicked one of the sacks with his foot, spraying dust through the air. 'h.o.a.rders' food.' He said it with disgust.
'Let me put the candle back on the shelf.' She pushed him towards the rope ladder. 'Time to leave.'
He twisted his head to look her full in the face. 'Sofia, I thought you'd cheated me. When you said there was something here to help my father, I thought you must mean that you'd shut me down here because all I had to do was pray to the Virgin Mary and Papa would be freed.'
'Oh, Pyotr.' Sofia leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 'I'll never cheat you. What I'm searching for is worth thousands of roubles. In this country roubles will buy you anything if you have enough of them, even freedom. We'll get him out, one way or another.' She stroked his damp hair. 'I promise.'
A light rain was spitting in the wind. Sofia locked the church door and glanced cautiously up and down the street for any sign of Chairman Fomenko but there was none. Two young girls came skipping up the muddy street and waved to Pyotr but he ignored them.
'Pyotr, one more thing I need from you.'
'To help Papa?'
'Yes. And to help me.'
He looked at her expectantly. The wariness seemed to have disappeared from his eyes. 'Yes?'
'I want you to take the key to the smithy where I saw you working and . . .'
'Make a copy.'
He was quick. 'Is that possible?' Or was she asking too much of Mikhail's son?
He puffed out his skinny chest. 'Of course. And Pokrovsky the blacksmith will give me help if I need any.'
'Will he keep it secret?'
'For Papa he will.'
She grinned at him. 'Thank you, Pyotr. When it's done, take the original back to the kolkhoz kolkhoz office. Understand me?' office. Understand me?'
'Yes.' He tossed his head and strutted off in the direction of the smithy.
'Mikhail,' she breathed, 'you can be proud of your stiff-necked son.'
Then she faced up towards the far end of the village. It was time to speak to Rafik.
'I've been waiting for you.'
Rafik was seated at the rough table when Sofia entered, still wearing his yellow suns.h.i.+ne s.h.i.+rt. His black eyes were half hooded, his olive skin seemed darker and his black hair was hidden from sight under the pelt of the white fox. His shoulders were hunched over like an old man's. This was not a Rafik she recognised. Her mouth grew dry. The room was dim despite the daylight outside, the air scented and heavy, and the moment Sofia breathed it in she could sense a strangeness in it.
What had he done? Warily she sat down opposite him.
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