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Davinsky Camp March 1933

The sky was a vast and vivid lake of blue above Annas head. She smiled up at the sun climbing slowly over the tree line, into the freedom of the wide open sky. She envied it its space.

Anna was lying on her back thinking the day was a good day. She wasnt cold because around her neck lay a thick wool scarf that Nina had won in a poker game and it kept her warm. Her boots were dry and she wasnt walking. She was riding in the back of an open truck and it felt like being on holiday. Yes, today was definitely a good day.

Anna! Are you all right?

The question came from Sofia. Anna smiled at her and nodded. They were packed together with eighteen others, all sitting on the floor of the truck, their bodies keeping each other warm. Everyone was so relieved not to be making the two-hour trek on foot along snow-covered trails to the usual Work Zone that there was a sense of delight in the small work gang. It briefly eased the permanent lines of tension across the womens foreheads and the tightness around their mouths. Roll-call in camp had been fast and efficient for once, then a truck had backed up into the compound and dropped its tailgate. A group of twenty prisoners was selected at random to climb into the back. Puffing smoke from its exhaust pipe like a bad-tempered old man, the truck rolled through the double set of gates and out into the forest.

Where are we going? asked a small Tartar woman with a heavy accent.

Who cares? Wherever it is, this beats walking, someone responded.

I think theyre going to shoot us and dump our bodies in the forest.

It was a young girl who spoke. On her first day as a teacher in Novgorod she was denounced by a pupil for mentioning she thought that, as an artistic form, the Romanov symbol of the double-headed eagle was more attractive than the stark hammer and sickle. Now an inmate of Davinsky Camp, every day she voiced the same fear. Shot and dumped. Anna felt sorry for her.

No, its obvious, Sofia said. Theyre short of labour somewhere, so theyre trucking us in to do some dirty job, I expect.

But no one seemed to worry about what lay ahead. There was really no point, so they all chose to enjoy this moment. There was even raucous laughter when Nina suggested they were being taken to set up a publichniy dom, a brothel in one of the mens camps.

I used to have beautiful tits, Tasha grinned. Great big fleshy melons you could stand a teacup on. Id have been the star of any brothel. She patted her flat chest. Thin as a stick I am now, just look at me. Theyre nothing but scrawny pancakes but I could still give any man his moneys worth. She rippled her body in a parody of seduction and everyone laughed.

Are you all right, Anna?

It was Sofia again.

Im fine. Im watching the birds, a flock of them over there above the trees. See how they swoop and swirl. Dont you wish you were a bird?

Sofias hand rested for a moment on Annas forehead. Try to sleep, she said gently.

No, Anna smiled. Im content to watch the birds.

The trucks engine growled its way across the flat marshy wasteland and jolted them over the slippery ice. Anna squinted at the flock in the distance. It occurred to her that they were moving strangely.

Are they crows? she asked.

Anna, Sofia whispered in her ear, its smoke.

Anna smiled. I know its smoke. I was teasing you.

Sofia laughed oddly. Of course you were.

The work was quite bearable. For one thing it was indoors inside a long well-lit shed, so the usual north wind that greeted their arrival in a desolate and ravaged landscape was not the problem. Anna tried not to breathe too deeply but the dust and the grit in the air made her cough worse, and she had to wrap the scarf tightly round her mouth.

It looks like weve come to party in hell, she muttered as they clambered from the truck.

No talking! the guard shouted.

Its a fucking gold mine, Tasha said under her breath and made a furtive sign of the cross in front of her.

Ugly black craters stretched out before their eyes as though some alien monster had bitten vast chunks out of the land and stripped it of all vegetation. It was how Anna imagined the moon to be, but here, unlike on the moon, ants scurried all over the craters. Except they werent ants, they were men. Working at depths of thirty or forty metres, with barrows and pickaxes and shovels, and raising the rocks out of the huge craters via an intricate network of planks that looked like a spiders web. The never-ending ear-splitting sound of hammering, and the speed with which the men raced up precipitous planks behind their over-laden barrows to fulfil their brigades norms, set Annas head spinning. It made road building look like childs play.

In there. Davay, davay! Lets go! the guard shouted, aiming the women in the direction of the wooden shed.

The work was simple, sorting rocks. At one end of the long shed was a large metal drum that tumbled the rocks from the barrows down a chute and on to a conveyor belt. It rattled noisily the thirty-metre length to the other end. The women had to sort the rocks, either to be hammered into smaller sizes or to be crushed under a giant steam hammer that ripped through the eardrums like a blowtorch. The air was so thick with rock dust that it was impossible to see clearly across to the thin line of windows on the far wall. Anna could feel the pain in her chest worsen as she worked. Her head throbbed in time to the steam hammer.

Somebody was laughing. She could hear them, but for some reason she couldnt see them. The rocks on the conveyor belt started to retreat inside grey shadows that looked like ash tipped into the air, and she began to wonder if the problem was in her eyes rather than in the shed. She hesitated, then slowly raised her hand in front of her face. She saw nothing but ash.

Back to work, bistro! yelled a guard.

Her lungs were shutting down, she could feel it happening, starving her brain of oxygen. She dragged at the air in a last desperate gasp but it was far too late. She felt herself fall.

She needs injections of calcium chlorate. Thats what theyd use to cure her.

Anna, talk to me.

Anna could hear Sofias voice. It drifted softly down to her where she lay flat on her back, though for the moment she had no idea where that was.

Come on, Anna. Youre scaring me.

With an effort of will that left her quivering, Anna clambered up from the dark towards the voice, but instantly regretted it when the raw agony in her lungs returned. The jolting under her body told her exactly where she was: back in the truck. She thought about opening her eyes but they had lead weights on them, so she gave up. Still voices curled around her.

Shes too sick to work any more.

Keep your voice down. If the guards hear, theyll just dump her over the side of the truck to freeze to death.

What she needs is proper treatment.

And proper food.

A harsh laugh. Dont we all?

Sofias voice again, warm on Annas skin. Wake up, Anna. Bistro, quickly, you lazy toad. Im not fooled, you know. I can tell youre just pretending.

Anna forced her eyes open. The world jumped sharply into focus and she could smell the mouldy odour of damp earth as it emerged from its winter freeze in the forest. She was lying flat on her back, the sky black and sequinned above her, while much closer Sofias face swayed into view.

So youve bothered to wake up at last. How are you feeling?

Im fine.

I know you are. Sofias voice was bright and cheerful. So stop pretending.

Anna laughed.

Ive decided, Sofia announced. Im leaving.



Leaving where?

Leaving Davinsky Camp. Ive had enough of it, so Im going to escape.

No! Anna cried, then looked quickly about her and lowered her voice to a small whisper. Youre insane, you mustnt even try. Nearly everyone who tries it ends up dead. Theyll set the dogs on your trail and when they catch you theyll put you in the isolator and we both know thats worse than any coffin. Youll die slowly in there.

No I wont, because I wont let the bastards catch me.

Thats what everyone says.

But I mean it.

So did they, and theyre dead. But if youre so hell-bent on going, Im coming too.

Anna couldnt believe shed said the words to Sofia. She must be out of her mind. Her presence on the escape attempt would be a death sentence for both of them, but she was in such despair over what Sofia was planning that she just wasnt thinking straight.

Im coming too, she insisted. She was leaning against a tree trunk, pretending she didnt really need it to hold her upright.

No, youre not, Sofia said calmly. You wouldnt get ten miles with your lungs, never mind a thousand. Dont look at me like that, you know its true.

Everyone says that if you try to escape through the taiga, you must take someone with you, someone you can kill for food when theres nothing but starvation left. So take me. I know Im ill, so I wont mind. You can eat me.

Sofia hit her. She swung back her arm and gave Anna a hard slap that left a mark on the cheek. Dont you ever say that to me again.

So Anna hugged her. Held her tight.

Anna was terrified. Terrified of losing Sofia. Terrified that Sofia would die out there. Terrified she would be caught and brought back and shut in the isolator until she either dropped dead or went insane.

Please, Sofia, stay. It doesnt make sense. Why leave now? Youve done five years already, so its only another five and youll be released.

Only another five. Who was she fooling?

Shed tried tears and shed tried begging. But nothing worked. Sofia was determined and couldnt be stopped. For Anna it felt as though her heart was being cut out. Of course she couldnt blame her friend for choosing to make a break for freedom, to find a life worth living. No one could deny her that. Thousands tried escape every year though very few actually made it to safety, but it still felt like No. Nyet. Anna wouldnt think it, refused to let the word into her head. But at night when she lay awake racked by coughs and by fears for Sofias survival, the word slithered in, dark and silent as a snake. Desertion. It felt like desertion, like being abandoned yet again. No one Anna loved ever stayed.

Anna started counting. She counted the planks of wood in the wall and the nails in each plank and which type of nail, flat-headed or round-headed. It meant she didnt have to think.

Stop it, Sofia snapped at her.

Stop what?


What makes you think Im counting?

Because youre sitting there staring with blank eyes at the opposite wall and I know youre counting. Stop it, I hate it.

Im not counting.

You are. Your lips are moving.

Im praying for you.

Dont lie.

Ill count if I want. Like youll escape if you want.

They stared at each other, then looked away and said no more.

They planned it carefully. Sofia would follow the railway track, travel by night and hide up in the forest by day. It was safer that way and meant she wouldnt suffer from the cold overnight because shed be walking. It was March now and the temperatures were rising each day, the snow and ice melting, the floor of the pine forests turning into a soft damp carpet of needles. She should travel fast.

You must head for the River Ob, Anna urged her, and once youve found it, follow it south. But even on foot and in the dark, travelling will be hard without identity papers.

Ill manage.

Anna said nothing more. The likelihood of Sofia getting even as far as the River Ob was almost nil. Nevertheless they continued with their preparations and took to stealing, not only from the guards but also from other prisoners. They stole matches and string and pins for fish-hooks and a pair of extra leggings. They wanted to snatch a knife from the kitchens but nothing went right despite several attempts, and by the eve of the day planned for the escape, they still had no blade for Sofia. But Anna made one last foray.

Look, she said as she came into the barrack hut, her scarf wound tight over her chin.

She hunched down beside Sofia in their usual place on the wooden floor, backs to the wall near the door where the air was cleaner, to avoid the kerosene fumes that always set off Annas coughing spasms. From under a protective fold of her jacket she drew her final haul: a sharp-edged skinning knife, a small tin of tushonka, stewed beef, two thick slices of black bread and a pair of half decent canvas gloves.

Sofias eyes widened.

I stole them, Anna said. Dont worry, I paid nothing for them.

They both knew what she meant.

Anna, you shouldnt have. If a guard had caught you, youd be shot and I dont want you dead.

I dont want you dead either.

Both spoke coolly, an edge to their voices. Thats how it was between them now, cool and practical. Sofia took the items from Annas cold hands and tucked them away in the secret pocket they had stitched inside her padded jacket.


For a while they didnt speak because there was nothing left to say that hadnt been said. Anna coughed into her scarf, wiped her mouth, leaned her head back against the wall and concentrated on the spot where their shoulders touched. It was the only place of warmth between them now and she cherished it.

Im fearful for you, Sofia.

Dont be.

Fear is a such filthy stain rotting the heart out of this country, like its rotting my lungs. Anna struggled for breath. For a while they said nothing more but the silence hurt, so Anna asked, Where will you go?

Ill do as you say and follow the River Ob, then head west to Sverdlovsk and the Ural Mountains. To Tivil.

That came as a shock. Why Tivil?

Because Vasily is there.

Anna felt the sick hand of jealousy squeeze her guts.

Are you all right, Anna?

Sofias eyes were gazing at her with concern, and thats when the red haze hit. It made her want to strike out, to shout and scream Nyet! into that sweetly anxious face. How dare Sofia go to Tivil? Anna thrust her hands tight between her knees and clamped them there.


Yes, I want to find him.

Is he the reason youre escaping?


I see.

No, you dont.

But she did. Anna saw only too well. Sofia wanted Vasily for herself.

Sofia looked at Anna intently and then sighed. Listen to me, you idiot. You said that Maria, your governess, told you about Svetlana Dyuzheyevas jewellery.

Anna frowned. Yes. Vasilys mother had beautiful jewels.

She told you, Sofia continued slowly, as though speaking to a child, that Vasily said his father had buried some of the jewels in their garden at the start of 1917, for fear of what might happen.


And that, after the Civil War, Vasily went back for them and later hid them in the church in Tivil.

So its just the jewels youre going for.

No, not just the jewels.

Vasily too?

Yes, for Vasily too.

Anna shuddered. She couldnt stop it, a cold spiky tremor that crept through her bones. Again she said, I see.

Sofias shoulder gave a little shove that took Anna by surprise and started her coughing again. She hunched over her scarf, pressing it to her mouth, fighting for breath. When it was over, she looked flat-eyed at Sofia.

Take good care of him, she whispered.

Sofia tilted her head to one side. For a while she said nothing, then she reached out and pulled back the scarf from Annas mouth. In silence they both studied the blood stains on the cloth. Sofia spoke very clearly and deliberately.

Theres only one reason Im leaving here. Using the jewels and with Vasilys help, I will come back.

Why in Gods name would you want to return to this stink-hole?

To fetch you.

Three words, only three. But they changed Annas world.

You wont survive another winter here, Sofia said quietly. You know you wont, but youre too weak to walk hundreds of miles through this bloody taiga, even if you could escape. If I dont go to fetch help for you, youll die.

Anna couldnt look at Sofia. She turned her head away and fought the onrush of tears. She felt the sickening weight of fear and knew it would be there inside her for every second that Sofia was gone.

Sofia, she said in a voice that she barely recognised, dont get yourself eaten by a wolf.

Sofia laughed. A wolf wouldnt stand a chance.

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