Gleaning for Communism: The Soviet Socialist Household in Theory and Practice
()
About this ebook
Gleaning for Communism is a historical ethnography of the property regime upon which Soviet legal scholars legislated a large modern state as a household, with guaranteed rights to a commons of socialist property, rather than private possessions. Starting with former Leningrad workers' everyday stories about smuggling industrial scrap home over factory fences, Xenia Cherkaev traces collectivist ethical logic that was central to this socialist household economy, in theory and practice: from its Stalin-era inception, through Khrushchev's major foregrounding of communist ethics, to Gorbachev's perestroika, which unfurled its grounding tension between the interests of any given collective and of the socialist household economy itself.
A story of how the socialist household economy functioned, how it collapsed, and how it was remembered, this book is haunted throughout by a spectral image of the totalitarian state, whose jealous political control over the economy leads it to trample over all that which ought to be private. Underlying this image, and the neoliberal state phobia it justified, is the question of how individual interests ought to relate to the public good in a large modern society, which, it is assumed, cannot possibly function by the non-private logics of householding. This book tells the story of a large modern society that did.
Related to Gleaning for Communism
Related ebooks
Children of Rus': Right-Bank Ukraine and the Invention of a Russian Nation Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsArrested Development: The Soviet Union in Ghana, Guinea, and Mali, 1955–1968 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCreative Union: The Professional Organization of Soviet Composers, 1939–1953 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGoverning the Dead: Martyrs, Memorials, and Necrocitizenship in Modern China Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEmpire of Nations: Ethnographic Knowledge and the Making of the Soviet Union Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Hospitality of the Matrix: Philosophy, Biomedicine, and Culture Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Future of Immortality: Remaking Life and Death in Contemporary Russia Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Things of Life: Materiality in Late Soviet Russia Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJabotinsky's Children: Polish Jews and the Rise of Right-Wing Zionism Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Deaf in the USSR: Marginality, Community, and Soviet Identity, 1917-1991 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCroatian Radical Separatism and Diaspora Terrorism During the Cold War Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Borrowed Light: Vico, Hegel, and the Colonies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSex, Love, and Migration: Postsocialism, Modernity, and Intimacy from Istanbul to the Arctic Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAutonomy After Auschwitz: Adorno, German Idealism, and Modernity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnsettled Heritage: Living next to Poland's Material Jewish Traces after the Holocaust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEverything Was Forever, Until It Was No More: The Last Soviet Generation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Violence as a Generative Force: Identity, Nationalism, and Memory in a Balkan Community Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Blood Ties: Religion, Violence and the Politics of Nationhood in Ottoman Macedonia, 1878–1908 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bitter Tastes: Literary Naturalism and Early Cinema in American Women's Writing Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Sacred Space Is Never Empty: A History of Soviet Atheism Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Intermarriage and the Friendship of Peoples: Ethnic Mixing in Soviet Central Asia Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsArchives of Authority: Empire, Culture, and the Cold War Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Place of Enchantment: British Occultism and the Culture of the Modern Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Along the Archival Grain: Epistemic Anxieties and Colonial Common Sense Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5It Could Lead to Dancing: Mixed-Sex Dancing and Jewish Modernity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJewish Difference and the Arts in Vienna: Composing Compassion in Music and Biblical Theater Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSystems We Have Loved: Conceptual Art, Affect, and the Antihumanist Turn Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPost-Revolution Nonfiction Film: Building the Soviet and Cuban Nations Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSymptoms of an Unruly Age: Li Zhi and Cultures of Early Modernity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJesuits and Matriarchs: Domestic Worship in Early Modern China Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Asian History For You
Shogun: The Life of Tokugawa Ieyasu Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Last Yakuza: life and death in the Japanese underworld Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Gulag Archipelago: The Authorized Abridgement Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Unit 731: Testimony Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Art of War Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Art of War: The Definitive Interpretation of Sun Tzu's Classic Book of Strategy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ghosts of the Tsunami: Death and Life in Japan's Disaster Zone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Climb: Tragic Ambitions on Everest Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World's Greatest Nuclear Disaster Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Unit 731: The Forgotten Asian Auschwitz Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Embrace Yoga's Roots Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Gulag Archipelago [Volume 1]: An Experiment in Literary Investigation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mao's Great Famine: The History of China's Most Devastating Catastrophe, 1958-1962 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wise Thoughts for Every Day: On God, Love, the Human Spirit, and Living a Good Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Forgotten Highlander: An Incredible WWII Story of Survival in the Pacific Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5African Samurai: The True Story of Yasuke, a Legendary Black Warrior in Feudal Japan Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDead Mountain: The Untold True Story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enemy at the Gates: The Battle for Stalingrad Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Revolution of the Mind: Higher Learning among the Bolsheviks, 1918–1929 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism: A Study of 'brainwashing' in China Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Red Hotel: Moscow 1941, the Metropol Hotel, and the Untold Story of Stalin's Propaganda War Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way And Its Power; A Study Of The Tao Tê Ching Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Gulag Archipelago [Volume 3]: An Experiment in Literary Investigation Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Anarchy: The East India Company, Corporate Violence, and the Pillage of an Empire Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Red Notice: A True Story of High Finance, Murder, and One Man's Fight for Justice Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Gulag Archipelago [Volume 2]: An Experiment in Literary Investigation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5To Love and Be Loved: A Personal Portrait of Mother Teresa Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related categories
Reviews for Gleaning for Communism
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Gleaning for Communism - Xenia A. Cherkaev
GLEANING FOR COMMUNISM
THE SOVIET SOCIALIST HOUSEHOLD IN THEORY AND PRACTICE
XENIA A. CHERKAEV
CORNELL UNIVERSITY PRESS
Ithaca and London
Make friends for yourselves by means of unrighteous wealth, so that when it fails they may receive you into the eternal dwellings.
—Luke 16:9
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Note on Translation and Transliteration, Scope, Images, and Names
Introduction: Households and Historiographies
1. The Soviet
Things of Postsocialism
2. Gleaning for the Common Good
3. Songs of Stalin and Khrushchev
4. Chuvstvo Khoziaina : The Feeling of Being an Owner
Conclusion: Russian Socialism
Notes
References
Index
Cover
Title
Epigraph
Contents
Acknowledgments
Note on Translation and Transliteration, Scope, Images, and Names
Introduction: Households and Historiographies
1. The Soviet
Things of Postsocialism
2. Gleaning for the Common Good
3. Songs of Stalin and Khrushchev
4. Chuvstvo Khoziaina: The Feeling of Being an Owner
Conclusion: Russian Socialism
Notes
References
Index
Copyright
Guide
Cover
Title
Epigraph
Contents
Acknowledgments
Note on Translation and Transliteration, Scope, Images, and Names
Start of Content
Conclusion: Russian Socialism
Notes
References
Index
Copyright
i
ii
iii
v
vi
vii
viii
ix
x
xi
xii
xiii
xiv
xv
xvi
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
iv
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I read somewhere that first book authors tend to thank everyone they have ever met in the acknowledgments, and this is puerile: a sign of intellectual intemperance. But maybe this is because first books take so long to write. This book took nearly one-third of my life. Over these years, it has taken me across countries, institutions, collectives, and conversations—too many to name. My deepest gratitude goes to the people who argued with me and twisted my conceptual optics, listened to my stories, and told me theirs. This book has become what it is through these meetings, and I have become what I am.
I must thank two people in particular without whom this book would not have been possible: Elena Tipikina and Amiel Bize.
Had Tipikina not existed, this book would not exist either. It precipitated from our endless conversation like a mineral formation. I am grateful to Tipikina for being my conduit to conversations throughout the Russian-speaking world, and for the immense personal labor she invested in this text; for reading all of its multiple drafts multiple times, attending not only to its logical arguments but to style also and voice, for teaching me how to write in the process. (I thank Google translate for making this possible.) I thank her for gleaning dead penguins and Soviet schoolbooks, and for all the other creative mayhem we cultivated together while this book was being written.
Amiel Bize gave this book its theoretical framing. In 2017, we organized a conference panel together on the subject of The Ethical Parasite,
where Amiel’s talk conceptualized gleaning as a way to understand economies of remainders. This idea suddenly gave rhyme and reason to my disorganized thoughts about the Soviet economy, and I am immensely grateful to Amiel for letting me glean it. Proprietary rights remain hers, gleaning is mine only by custom. Meanwhile our adventure into fents, vails, chips, and scrapings continues. And it will certainly bring about new plentiful harvests—stay tuned.
I must also thank the institutions without which this book could not have been written. It began in the Anthropology Department of Columbia University, with the generous support of a Dissertation Fieldwork Grant from the Wenner-Gren Foundation. As a fledging book manuscript, it found support at the Harvard Academy for International and Area Studies. It came into its own at the Anthropology Department of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where I taught in 2019, and at the History Department of the Higher School of Economics, St. Petersburg, where I am presently working. Support from the Basic Research Program of the National Research University Higher School of Economics is gratefully acknowledged. My deepest gratitude to these institutions for providing me with a material base.
Many people have helped me think about things as I moved through these institutions. Thanks to my advisers and friends at Columbia: Elizabeth Povinelli, for attending to doubt that swirls around axis points; Rosalind Morris, for attending to fragments; Paul Kockelman, for revisiting status and contract; and to Claudio Lomnitz, for gleaning the debris that historical formations leave behind them when they recede, like old swamps. I am grateful to Naor Ben-Yehoyada for our discussions of usufruct, and to Mick Taussig for being a Sphinx. And I am grateful to all the people I knew in New York whose thought continues to structure mine. Especially, but not exclusively, thanks to Natalia Mendoza, Erin Yerby, Ana Miljanic, Manuel Schwab, Daniel Richards, Aarti Sethi, Fırat Kurt, Maria del Rosario Ferro (AKA Sayo), Elizabeth Gelber, Bruce Grant, Jasmine Pisapia, Gustav Kalm, and Dan Kendall.
At the Harvard Academy for International and Area Studies, I thank Tim Colton and Jorge Dominguez for their intellectual presence, and Bruce Jackan and Kathleen Hoover for their administrative labor. I owe a great debt of gratitude to Serguei A. Oushakine, Andrea Muehlebach, Douglas Rogers, Jessica Pisano, Naor Ben-Yehoyada, and Ajantha Subramanian for their insightful comments on the first full draft of this manuscript at my Author’s Conference,
and to Jeremy Morris, who sent wonderfully useful comments even though he could not make it in person. I thank the Harvard Academy for bringing me to Boston, where many good people helped me think about Soviet history and Sovietologists. Thanks to Oleg Kharkhordin, Brandon Schechter, Yevgeniy Zhuravel, Susan Taylor, Dilan Yildirim, Katya Popova, Marwan Sarieddine, Rishad Choudhury, Tatiana Chudakova, Adam Leeds, Jason Cieply, Anna Ivanova, Philipp Chapkovski, and Maria Sidorkina.
Personal connections being as they are nonlinear, I have my St. Petersburg based friend Nikolai Ssorin-Chaikov to thank for having circled me back to Boston, this time to MIT. Around 2018, Nikolai invited me to tag along with him and his out-of-town friends Stefan Helmreich and Heather Paxson to the Dmitry Mendeleev Apartment Museum in St. Petersburg. A friendship began with this visit, fermented by Mendeleev’s interest in cheese, from which two concrete projects then sprouted: a coauthored essay about cheese-making cooperatives and the etymology of quark, and a brief stint of employment at the MIT Anthropology Department. The quark and cheese essay has become my basis for thinking about how this book fits into a longer intellectual history of Russian nonmarket modernity, and my time at MIT has led to more friendships and conversations. I am especially grateful for having gotten to know Kate Brown, Elizabeth Wood, Danielle Carr, Bettina Stoetzer, Grace Kim, and Anthony Zannino.
The Higher School of Economics is my academic home in St. Petersburg as I finish this book in the company of wonderful colleagues. Thanks to Nikolai Ssorin-Chaikov, Tatiana Borisova, Igor Kuziner, Maria Staroon, Elena Kochetkova, Galina Orlova, Kirill Chunikhin, Adrian Selin, Alexander Reznik, Feliks Levin, and Nikita Karbasov. And also to Igal Halfin who is often here virtually, via video call. Thanks to the National Library of Russia and to the electronic library Nauka Prava, an indispensable tool for studying Russian legal history.
Several workshops and conferences—and their organizers—deserve special thanks for making this book what it is. Thanks to Nikolai Ssorin-Chaikov for bringing people together in St. Petersburg, in the Anthropological Kruzhok seminar and in the many conferences where materials from this book were discussed: Towards an Institutional Ethnography of Late Socialism,
Late-Soviet Institutions,
Reassembling the Social: Revisioning Revisionism of Soviet History and Post-Soviet Anthropology,
The Soviet Legacy, Its Practices and Discourses,
(Post) socialism as the Post-Social.
As the final draft of this book was coming together, I was fortunate to present a talk at the UC Berkeley History Department, and I am grateful to Victoria Frede for the invitation. I thank Harvard Anthropology’s Political Anthropology Working Group for being a constant source of ideas, discussions, and friendship—and I particularly thank Dilan Yildirim for organizing. Thanks to Yanni Kotsonis for inviting me to present at NYU’s Jordan Center, and to Anne O’Donnell and Juliette Cadiot for inviting me to their Economic Histories of Russia and the Soviet Union
workshop. Thanks to Dina Omar for an invitation to speak at the Anthropology Department at Yale, and to Andrew Johnson for inviting me to the Regimes of Visibility
workshop at Princeton. Our discussions gave this book a new optic. Thanks to Oleg Kharkhordin and Maria Sidorkina for inviting me to their panels at the Association for Slavic, East European, and Eurasian Studies meetings, Elizabeth Gelber and Amiel Bize for co-organizing panels at the American Anthropological Association meetings with me; thanks to Gustav Peebles and Julia Elyachar for being discussants. Above all, thanks to everyone who engaged my work at these get-togethers. I hope that you will see traces of our conversations in this text.
Beyond institutions are places that bring people together. I am grateful to this project for bringing me to St. Petersburg and into its many collectives. Particularly for my friendship with Katya Vidre, Volodia Katznelson, Elena Basner, Marina Shusterman, Larissa Zagrebina, Ira Maksakova, Pavel Lion, Kseniia Brailovskaia, Yury Ermolov, Andrei Shabanov, Nikola Samonov, Eline Helmer, Volodia Rybalko, Andrei Shishkin, Daniil Dukhavin, Alexander Gladky, Vera Noskova, Tatiana Ponomarenko, Igor Panin and everyone else at the Borey Art Gallery. In another place and time, before I took root in St. Petersburg, I used to live in Salt Lake City. I am grateful for the friendship of people I met there years ago, who have known me since before I became an anthropologist and whose words and thoughts are also everywhere in this book: Holly Bromley, Joshua Hardyman, Robin Steiner, Mike Dringenberg, and Jo Tietze. I am grateful that my family sprouted me into this world and that they still put up with me. Thanks to my parents, Andrej and Elena Cherkaev. Thanks to Annie Cherkaev, my sister.
Back to the beginning and on to happy conclusions. I am delighted that this manuscript found a home at Cornell University Press. My heartfelt thanks to the internal and external reviewers for their kind words and thoughtful comments. My gratitude to Jim Lance and Clare Jones for taking this project on and for making it into a book, to Jennifer Savran Kelly and Mia Renaud, and to all the other editors, designers, and marketing specialists who worked on this project. Thanks to Elina Alter for putting together the index.
My most joyful gratitude to Mike Dringenberg for image that appears on the cover.
Without all the people here named, this book would have been unrecognizably different—if it had come to fruition at all. Their traces cling to it like potters’ handprints do to a vessel of clay, like a storyteller’s traces retain every time the story’s retold. Here, I have organized people into neat geographic and institutional piles, but these divisions are completely irrelevant. Some people have since moved elsewhere, others have known me across several places and times. Best you now take your pen or pencil and black out all the divisions until this acknowledgments page is just a long list of people: a house party of my imagination, with wine and whiskey and accordion music. Everyone here knows someone else at the party, and please bring along friends I forgot to mention. I hope that by morning everyone will know everyone else.
Thanks, friends.
NOTE ON TRANSLATION AND TRANSLITERATION, SCOPE, IMAGES, AND NAMES
Wherever possible, texts are cited in published English translations. All previously unpublished translations from Russian are my own. Transliteration follows the Library of Congress style, excepting some commonly used transliterations of proper names. Throughout the book, I use the term socialist household economy
interchangeably with its direct Russian transliteration sotsialisticheskoe khoziaistvo.
This book is a historical ethnography of a political morality of collectivist use-right. Mediating between the stories people told me about Soviet times in the 2010s and Soviet legal theories of socialist property, it traces this political morality through three key transformations of Soviet civil law during the 1930s, 1960s, and 1980s. This legal focus leaves some important economic reforms outside the scope of the book, including the 1965 Kosygin-Liberman reforms, which paved the way for perestroika reform theory but did not themselves alter property law.
Photographs in this book are my own unless otherwise marked.
Following anthropological convention, ethnographic subjects have been anonymized.
Introduction
Households and Historiographies
I wander around, by myself I just wander around and I don’t know what do with myself and there’s no one home, nobody’s home I’m as leftover as a pile of scrap metal.
—Viktor Tsoi, The Idler
(1982)
Studies of the Soviet project often begin with an image of failure, so I will begin with my own; this book is the outcome of a project that seemed theoretically promising but turned out to be utterly untenable. In 2010, I came to St. Petersburg, Russia, to study whether local assumptions that certain well-used things are emotionally warming could be understood as popular commentary on the specifically post-Soviet experience of disposable goods. I reasoned that people who were used to conditions of material scarcity may be struck by the repetitive silence of disposable things, which are made to be used once and thrown away. But I was wrong. A series of blind taste tests showed that a well-made copy was just as good as the real thing: aura was not a physical quality. The folk philosophy I had hoped to explain by a semiconscious reading of the indexical marks of past use was better explained as another fetishism. And in just a few months of fieldwork, my project lay dead. I was growing increasingly apprehensive of what I would say to the Wenner-Gren Foundation, whose money I was nonetheless spending.
This project, as it collapsed, bequeathed me an interest in the things that were made on the left,
that is, illicitly, at late-Soviet enterprises and smuggled home past the pass gate. These things were many and varied—from kayaks and sauerkraut buckets, to glass trinkets, tombstones, and knitting needles—and many were strikingly beautiful. They had first interested me as a sort of artisanally made and long-living antithesis to the disposable, and then I kept seeking them out for the heroic, funny, and often riveting stories people told me about their creation.
While finding and cataloging such things helped fend off the feeling of failure, the lack of a clearly planned project still left quite a bit of free time, and so I was happy to oblige a friend who asked whether I would go down to Kolpino, an industrial satellite town a few train stops south of St. Petersburg to pick up a bagful of apples from a friend of hers, who had been blessed with such a surplus that season that she had begun an online campaign to find them new homes: in organizations for children and retirees, with moonshine-makers, zoo keepers, stable-hands, and everyone in between. Dobrova—the woman who had too many apples—lived on the side of a stream about a kilometer away from the train station, in a neighborhood that is best described as a deindustrialized suburb of an industrial satellite city. In this neighborhood of gravel-paved streets, where the service-station served as the grocery store, retired factory workers lived in hardy single-story wood-heated houses, next to middle-class families in suburban-style houses with indoor plumbing, next to migrant laborers in shacks made from, and heated by, packing pallets. Dobrova’s house was like that of the factory workers but with running water. She had lived in the neighborhood for about five years by the time we met. In 2006, when her mother died, she moved in to take care of her ninety-two-year-old grandmother. Then her grandmother died also, but Dobrova stayed on. And then, just before we met, she lost several jobs to the megacorporation Gazprom, which was extending its auspices further into ever new areas unrelated to the sale of natural gas, replacing employees with its own loyal cadres in every new realm it touched. So Dobrova also had quite a bit of free time. We quickly became friends and I moved in.
The house had a definite history. It was built, I was told, circa 1946 by Uncle Grisha, who received the plot of land as a decorated frontline fighter, and had managed to obtain building materials while working as foreman of a POW labor brigade. The labor brigade had been tasked with building a bridge over the river Izhora, and it is anyone’s guess what materials went into building that bridge, but Uncle Grisha’s house was definitely built out of larch: a rot-resistant timber, which hardens with age, does not grow in the area, could have hardly been bought in 1946, and which Uncle Grisha modestly masked with drab wooden siding. Half a century later, and after Uncle Grisha’s death, a local branch of the Azeri mob moved in with a setup for the production of bootleg liquor. And then Uncle Grisha’s niece sold the house to one of her coworkers—to Dobrova’s mother—cheap and as is.
FIGURE 0.1. Hairless cat asleep on a titanium alloy stove top. Image courtesy Elena Tipikina.
Thus in 1994, Dobrova’s mother organized an operation of the police special forces to seize what was legally her property, moved in, and began a new round of home improvement. The house’s veranda was roofed with sheets of industrial aluminum, left by the evicted bootleggers in reparation; the fence was covered with paint bought from the foreman of a railroad maintenance crew; a new stovetop (figure 0.1) was cut to size from a sheet of titanium alloy intended for submarine armor and hauled off factory grounds by a plant locomotive driver named Sanya, the occasional romantic partner of Dobrova’s ex-boyfriend, whom Dobrova’s mother welcomed as family. In the early 2000s, a work crew laying fiber optic cable along the Moscow–St. Petersburg rail line was persuaded to chop a few coils from their countless reels, and a walk-in greenhouse was set up in the yard: polythene stretched over this skeleton of blue cable casing (figure 0.2). Most important, the house’s communications were greatly improved. Dobrova’s mother paid people from the water company to run a pipe to the house from the municipal pump, and she paid people from the electricity company to hook up another input line, bypassing the meter. By the time I moved in, Dobrova had managed to legalize both of these initially illegal actions of home improvement. But, excepting the new middle-class suburban-style houses, hers was still one of the few on the block with running water.
FIGURE 0.2. Walk-in greenhouse frame, made of fiber-optic cable casing. Image courtesy Elena Tipikina.
As is well expected of households (Polanyi [1944] 2001), Dobrova’s ran not on measured exchange but on reciprocity. Indeed, for measured exchange there was not much resource. Dobrova’s main source of cash income was from a room she rented out in St. Petersburg, and from small ghost-writing jobs, for which she was typically paid in bags of pet food; a friend of hers employed by an international pet food company wrote off the bags as promotional material, and Dobrova sold them to acquaintances at a significant discount. But while she rarely had cash, she often had stuff, which she shared quite easily. She shared water with Shura, the neighbor on the left—a retired factory worker whose only other access to water was at the municipal hand pump down the street; with Pavel, the neighbor on the right, who had a high managerial position at an enterprise separating oxygen for Kolpino’s metal factory and paid for his house’s running water on the meter; with the migrant workers across the street, who came over with buckets when the hand pump froze over or broke, as it frequently did. She shared horse manure, gotten in gratitude for acting as MC on a horse show, with anyone who wanted to come pick some up. She shared the rabies vaccine with the neighborhood cats, against their feline wills but with the consent of the owners. Favors and debts circled around the household and through it: domestic and semidomestic animals lived here and nearby, were brought for weekend stays, were born, and died; friends came by with bottles of wine and spent the night; neighbors came over to borrow some cash, return a favor or bring by a bottle of beer; acquaintances drove up to buy discounted pet food. Imported delicacies regularly graced the table, gleaned from work by a friend employed in the veterinary border patrol unit of the St. Petersburg port, through which they were shipped to the city. I distinctly remember shark fin, eel, and an entire head of semihard cheese, something like Jarlsberg. Former factory workers came over, as did