Arrest: Stories
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A riveting and grimly comic collection, Arrest is the account of a Moldavian-Jewish dissident's interrogation by the KGB, his subsequent imprisonment in a labor camp, and a difficult emigration with his family from the former Soviet Union. The author's life is the source for this fiction, narrated by a character named Lazarus Trubman—a survivor scarred by his experience, who finds a new home in the USA. Here are samples from a stunning novella in stories:
From “A Casual Chat About Nothing”
“The millstones of history never stop,” he had said. “That’s why it is very important not to get between them. In your case though, it’s a bit too late, my friend. Your hands were already caught when I got you.” And I understood: that’s all they needed, a hand, even a finger, then it was only a matter of time to squeeze my body and mind between the rusty millstones and grind me into a flat, blind, obedient human being. Just one fucking finger!
From “An Unexpected Sunday Tourist”
I was dismayed by the thought: I could have stabbed him in the back with my military knife. I knew I hadn’t done it. But why didn’t I? I hadn’t dreamed it either; I merely woke with the thought: a stab in the back as he bent down for his rucksack would have killed him instantly.
Lazarus Trubman
Lazarus Trubman is a college professor from the former USSR, who immigrated to the United States in December of 1990. Upon arriving, he was assigned to Arizona, where he taught Literary Theory as well as Cyrillic languages. In 2017, he retired from teaching to devote his time to writing. His work has appeared in print and online publications across the United States, Canada, Australia and the UK, among them Pithead Chapel, Vestal Review, The Threepenny Review, Cordite Poetry Review, Griffin Review, Selcouth Station Press, Here Comes Everyone, The Puritan, The Fiddlehead, sub-Terrain, and others.
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Arrest
Stories by Lazarus Trubman
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Contents
A Casual Chat About Nothing
An Unexpected Sunday Tourist
A Note
Medical Examination
Arrest
About Lazarus Trubman
About Wordrunner eChapbooks
A Casual Chat About Nothing
Months had passed since I was liberated from the Strict-Regime Colony in Northern Russia. Behind me were dozens of blood transfusions, restorative dental tortures, and scary talks with cardiologists. I had gotten my so-so bill of health and was waiting patiently for the Soviet Immigration Department to approve my visa. One day, as I was sipping coffee at a small table outside a restaurant in downtown Chisinau, someone light hand touched my shoulder.
What are you up to these days, Lazarus? What are you up to?
The voice sounded unfamiliar, as well as the short laugh.
I turned around to see the man.
I really hadn’t recognized Professor Oliescu when he suddenly stood there in front of me. It wasn’t just his voice, but his face, pale and utterly different. And yet I still felt that I knew him. Something in his aspect could never be changed.
Yes, yes,
he said, noticing my confusion, they can do this to you—they and their newly invented millstones! But your colony wasn’t a vacation either, I’ve heard.
I kept looking at his face, in silence. In reality, it was no longer a face but two cheekbones with thin skin over them sticking out like miniature mountain peaks, and the muscles that formed an expression, an expression that reminded me of Professor Oliescu, were so weak that they couldn’t hold his laugh for a long time. That’s why his laugh was short and much too large; it distorted his face, and it seemed huge in relation to his eyes, which were set far back in his skull.
Professor!
I exclaimed and had to stop short not to add: I was told that you were dead! Instead, Well, how the hell are you?
I’m great, Lazarus, I’m great!
He put up another short laugh. It’s spring in Chisinau. Nature’s gorgeous awakening!
I tried to make out why he kept on laughing. I knew him as a serious man, as Professor of Electromagnetics at Chisinau State University, but every time he opened his mouth, his face formed that uncanny expression of mirth. To ask seemed impossible.
I’m better now,
he said. Those millstones roughed me up quite a bit, but I got lucky.
He paused, and I had a chance to take another close look at him. Actually, he wasn’t laughing at all, any more than two cheekbones with thin skin over them are laughing. It just looked like it, and I apologized for not recognizing him at first.
You’re not alone, my friend,
he assured, but I’ve gotten used to that.
I’m sorry,
I apologized again. I felt an impulse to leave, but before I could speak, he began coughing suddenly and couldn’t stop, and when he finally did I saw two bloody spots percolating through his handkerchief.
Scary, isn’t it?
he said. But not as scary as a few other things I’m hiding under my clothes.
We all have our scars to show,
I said. Some deeper than others.
Don’t we, buddy? Scars of the century, aren’t they?
His skin looked as if it could crack at any moment, like old leather or clay, and he had a belly that looked like a small party balloon suspended under his thin ribs. His eyes were the only thing unchanged since I last saw him, lovely, but sunken. I glanced at my wristwatch.
Why are you suddenly in such a hurry, Lazarus?
he asked with his short deceiving laugh. How about a drink for the occasion? I’m buying.
He was a colleague of mine back in the old days at the university. I looked up to him and respected him more than any other professor in the country, but I really had no time for a drink.
My dear professor,
I said because he was holding me by the arm, I do have to go. A few important things urgently require my attention.
Then some other time, right?
he said, and I knew for sure that this man was really already dead.
Yes, I’d like that,
I said, finishing my coffee. Whenever I’m in Chisinau again."
Maybe it was a laugh, I thought suddenly while checking the street for a taxi. Maybe he kept laughing all the time because he was still alive, standing in front of me in downtown Chisinau, despite the rumors that he had been tortured badly and died in the camp.
As luck would have it, a taxi stopped next to us, and a young couple paid and got out. I slipped into the back seat, lowered the window and said, It was really nice to see you alive and laughing...
We shall meet again, Lazarus!
he interrupted. I have a lot to tell you, enough for a thick book, and I hope you’re still a good listener.
I’m always up for a good story, professor,
I said. Always up for a good story.
I hope you still remember my old apartment: they gave it back to me, those imbeciles, so I can die under a boring ceiling—instead of a starry sky.
I tried to distinguish the color of his eyes and couldn’t.
In the meantime, call me,
he said, stepping back from the taxi. It is allowed now.
I promised and gave the driver a sign to go.
We’re damaged goods, I thought, cranking up the window and closing my eyes, but he was right. We survived, and it’s rubbish that we are dying. We’re just getting awfully tired and more often than not need bypasses, transplants and blood transfusions. And when none of those helps,