Stateless
“They were eating breakfast on their second day in the city, and marvelling at the sophistication of their surroundings. A harpist on the stage was playing for them. A marble fountain cooled the middle of the room. Both women looked up at the stained-glass ceiling high above them, painted with motifs.
To Anastasia, Judit looked like a country girl visiting the city for the first time. ‘You know,’ Anastasia said, ‘Fyodor Shalyapin sang here . . . right here. And Lenin himself made speeches here. ...And the Englishman George Bernard Shaw stayed here and extolled the virtues of the Soviet people.’ ‘He was Irish,’ Judit said.
Anastasia frowned. ‘Irish. English. What does it matter? This is a place for special people.’ Judit looked around the room, examining the other diners. Many of the older, more overweight men had young women at their tables. Others had wives and children.
Anastasia lowered her voice. ‘They’re party officials; some from the provinces – they’re the ones with their fat wives and snivelly kids.MoreLess
To Anastasia, Judit looked like a country girl visiting the city for the first time. ‘You know,’ Anastasia said, ‘Fyodor Shalyapin sang here . . . right here. And Lenin himself made speeches here. ...And the Englishman George Bernard Shaw stayed here and extolled the virtues of the Soviet people.’ ‘He was Irish,’ Judit said.
Anastasia frowned. ‘Irish. English. What does it matter? This is a place for special people.’ Judit looked around the room, examining the other diners. Many of the older, more overweight men had young women at their tables. Others had wives and children.
Anastasia lowered her voice. ‘They’re party officials; some from the provinces – they’re the ones with their fat wives and snivelly kids.MoreLess
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