Book: Stalin’s Daughter: The Extraordinary and Tumultuous Life of Svetlana Alliluyeva
Author: Rosemary Sullivan
Publisher: Harper Perennial; Abridged edition (21 June 2016)
Language: English
Paperback: 624 pages
Item Weight: 629 g
Dimensions: 15.24 x 3.18 x 22.86 cm
Price: 1554/-
What was the heartrending accurate story of Stalin's daughter?
What would it mean to be born Stalin’s daughter, to bear the burden of that name for a lifetime and never be liberated of it?
In the USSR, Stalin was mythic. He was the ‘vozhd’, the ultimate leader who built the Soviet Union into a superpower and won the war against the Nazis.
To his millions of Soviet victims, nonetheless, he was the man accountable for the Terror and the notorious Gulag.
In the West, he was extensively demonized as one of the world’s most atrocious dictators.
Try as she might, Svetlana Alliluyeva could never break away from Stalin’s silhouette.
This book tells her story.
The book has been divided into four parts:
1) The Kremlin Years
2) The Soviet Reality
3) Flight to America
4) Learning to Live in the West
On November the 22nd 2011, in rustic Wisconsin an aged woman passed away at the age of 85. Her name was Svetlana Peters.
And she was the last of Stalin's children.
Her story is one representative of countless Soviet Russians.
The author says, “In the USSR, her life was inconceivably excruciating. Her mother, Nadezhda Alliluyeva, committed suicide when Svetlana was only six and a half.
In the purges of the Great Terror in the late 1930s, Stalin did not spare his family. Her beloved Aunt Maria and Uncle Alexander Svanidze, the brother and sister-in-law of Stalin’s first wife, were arrested and executed as enemies of the people; their son Johnik, her childhood playmate, disappeared. Uncle Stanislav Redens, the husband of her mother’s sister Anna, was executed.
Uncle Pavel, her mother’s brother, died of a heart attack brought on by shock. When she’d just turned seventeen, her father sentenced her first love, Aleksei Kapler, to the Gulag for ten years.
The Nazis killed her half brother Yakov in a prisoner-of-war camp in 1943. In 1947 and 1948, during the wave of repression known as the Anti-Cosmopolitan Campaign, her mother’s sister Anna and Pavel’s widow, Zhenya, were sentenced to seven years in solitary confinement. Zhenya’s daughter Kyra was imprisoned and then exiled…”
The steady understanding of her father's brutality her life had been spent, first attempting to flee her father's regime and later striving to step out from the colossal shadow, Stalin had cast over her.
Regarding Stalin, Svetlana said, “Wherever I go, here or Switzerland or India or wherever, I will always be a political captive of my father's name.”
Svetlana's outlook towards her father was delineated by a contradiction of love and later hate.
During her childhood Stalin was kind towards her, openly stating he preferred her over her brothers. However the Soviet leader's paranoia brutality and heartlessness wasn't restrained to the walls of the Kremlin. Over time, Svetlana's independence increased, paralleling her growing comprehension of her father's cruelty.
Consequently Stalin became increasingly controlling and Svetlana became just another of his millions of victims. Initially, the Soviet dictator would watch movies with her, bring her presents and refer to her as ‘little sparrow’. During this time Svetlana loved her father. However the piece of her childhood was soon shattered, when at age six Svetlana's mother shot herself, leaving her traumatized.
After her mother's death Stalin stopped visiting his children. The love Svetlana had once felt was unexpectedly replaced by desolation.
Consequently her childhood became forlorn. At only six she had to overcome the anguish she felt after her mother's suicide, without any support from her father. Neither svetlana nor her brother Vasily was told that their mother's death was suicide, until 10 years later.
As Svetlana grew older, she became gradually more conscious of her father's power.
At 14 she noticed a friend weeping at school, after their father had been taken during the night. The friend's mother gave Svetlana a letter and asked that she gave it to Stalin. However upon receiving the letter, Stalin would react with wrath, stating that sometimes you are forced to go even against those you love.
As a young woman, the liberation Svetlana craved was something her father refused to permit. Stalin became progressively more controlling and attempted to preside over every aspect of her life.
Later at 17, Svetlana fell in love with a man named Alexi Kepler. Alexi was 39 and was walking a tightrope which he would soon fall from, when Stalin discovered their relationship.
Infuriated by the affair, Stalin had Alexi arrested. Alexi spent the following five years in exile and subsequently another five years in a gulag. This provided the concluding straw for Svetlana and Stalin’s relationship.
And from then Svetlana never saw her father in the same light.
In 1953 Stalin died and following this Svetlana began to dream of leaving the USSR. But there was no closure for her.
The author states, “After her father’s death in 1953, the tragedies continued. Her elder brother, Vasili, was arrested and eventually died of alcoholism in 1962.
Her literary friends in the mid-1960s were sent to forced-labor camps.
When she finally found peace in a loving relationship with a man named Brajesh Singh, she was officially refused the right to marry him before he died, though she was given official permission to carry his ashes back to India…”
After her Indian husband passed, she was granted authorization to visit India in order to spread his ashes.
While in India she defected to the U.S. embassy and left the Soviet Union and her two children behind.
Upon her arrival, Svetlana censured the Soviet regime and was greeted with open arms. Over the following years she continued to disapprove of the USSR and its conduct of its citizens. Svetlana lived a long life in America, marrying again and having another child. She also wrote and published her memoirs in the United States.
However she remained chained to the legacy of her father. Svetlana later stated, “You can't regret your fate although I do regret my mother didn't marry a carpenter.”
The author says, ……“she was called unstable. The historian Robert Tucker remarked that ‘despite everything, she was, in some sense, like her father.’ And yet it’s astonishing how little she resembled her father.
She did not believe in violence. She had a risk taker’s resilience, a commitment to life, and an unexpected optimism, even though her life spanned the brutalities of the twentieth century in the most heartrending of ways, giving her a knowledge of the dark side of human experience, which few people are ever forced to confront.
Caught between two worlds in the Cold War power struggles between East and West, she was served well by neither side. She had to slowly learn how the West functioned. The process of her education is fascinating and often sad.
Alliluyeva had as much trouble explaining her father as anyone else did. Her attitude toward Stalin was paradoxical. She unequivocally rejected his crimes, yet he was the father who, in her childhood memory, was loving—until he wasn’t. She sought, with only partial success, to understand what motivated his brutal policies.
‘I don’t believe he ever suffered any pangs of conscience; I don’t think he ever experienced them. But he was not happy, either, having reached the ultimate in his desires by killing many, crushing others, and being admired by some.’ ………
Svetlana had as much trouble explaining her father as anyone else did. Her attitude toward Stalin was paradoxical. She unequivocally rejected his crimes, yet he was the father who, in her childhood memory, was loving — until he wasn’t.
She sought, with only partial success, to understand what motivated his brutal policies. “I don’t believe he ever suffered any pangs of conscience; I don’t think he ever experienced them.
But he was not happy, either, having reached the ultimate in his desires by killing many, crushing others, and being admired by some.”
However, she warned that to dismiss him as simply grotesque would be a serious error. The question is what happens to a human being in his private life and within a particular political system that dictates such a history.
She always insisted that her father never acted alone. He had thousands of accomplices.
A most recommended book for history buffs.