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First published January 1, 1986
We are six brick buildings clustered around a supermarket, inhabited primarily by Russians – that is, recent Soviet citizens. Or, as the newspapers put it, émigrés of the third wave. Our neighborhood stretches from the railroad tracks to the synagogue…
We have Russian stores, day-care centers, photography studios, and barber shops. There is a Russian travel agency. There are Russian lawyers, writers, doctors, and real estate agents. There are Russian gangsters, madmen, and prostitutes. There’s even a Russian blind musician.
Before she was thirty Marusya understood that life consists of pleasure. Everything else could be considered unpleasant. Pleasures were flowers, restaurants, love, imported things, and music. Unpleasant things were the absence of money, rebukes, illnesses, and guilt. Marusya gave herself up to pleasure, reasonably avoiding unpleasantness.
The religious activist Lemkus was also interested in Marusya. First he gave her a Bible in English. Then he said that God loved the poor and lonely. Finally, he promised happiness and well-being in the next life.
It was a man of fifty or so in a brown football jersey with “Hello!” on it and tight jogging pants. His head was wrapped in white gauze. His right arm was in a cast. He dragged his leg like an old rifle. I sighed with relief. This man was clearly a victim and not a predator. His face was frozen in fear, bitterness, and rebuke. The smell of iodine filled the room.
“just look at that scarecrow,” Marusya said.
Catching sight of me, Rafa cheered up and spoke. “She beat me, man! What for? First she hit me with a hanger. But the hanger broke. Then she starting beating me with an umbrella. But the umbrella broke, too. Then she took a tennis racket. But that broke after a while too. Then she bit me. With my own teeth. The teeth I paid for her to get. Is that fair?” Rafa went on bitterly. “I went to the hospital, saw a doctor. The doctor thought I had fallen into the hands of terrorists. I said, ‘Doc! Terrorists don’t bite! I was with a Russian woman.’”


