On the day before their departure, Tina and Gega took another long walk on the beach and decided to watch the sunset from there, staying late and not hurrying to the house.
The cold of autumn wasn’t unbearable just yet. Gega kept close to Tina to keep her warm. She always felt it as they listened to the sound of the sea and waited for the sunset.
Gega put his arm around Tina and kissed her on the cheek. She put her head on his shoulder and once again felt there wasn’t anyone else in the entire world closer to her than Gega.
“Can anyone cross the sea swimming?”
“Humans can do anything, if they desire.”
“I’m not asking theoretically. Can someone really swim across this sea?”
“In width?”
“Yes, to Turkey.’
“Yes, there was a cameraman or a director at our studio, his last name was Alexandria, and he did it.”
“He swam the Black Sea”
“Yes, from here to Turkey.”
“How?”
“Slowly…”
“No, seriously.”
“He really did it.”
“How?”
“He trained and he crossed it.”
“All the way?”
“When he got close to Turkey, they picked him up on a ship.”
“So he still didn’t cross it to the end.”
“He didn’t need to, he wasn’t trying to set a record. He wanted to escape.”
“Where is he now?”
“In America…”
Afterwards they sat silently on the beach strewn with white stones, and were utterly surprised when Russian border guards with submachine-guns approached them. At first they demanded IDs and then explained that Tina and Gega were violating a public order with their immoral behaviour. As soon as Tina got to her feet, she looked around to make sure that the deserted beach really wasn’t a place for a public gathering. But what shocked her more was that putting your head on your lover’s shoulder was apparently immoral behaviour.
Gega grew angry and started talking back to the border guards. With her eyes, Tina begged him not to say anything to them. Gega bit his lip in desperation and complied. He followed her silently and obediently to the house and didn’t say anything for a long time.
Gega lay still and Tina stroked his head, very gently, until Gega broke his silence:
“That’s why I don’t want to live here anymore…”
“The army and police are rude and violent everywhere.”
“But love is not forbidden anywhere.”
“Not in free countries, I suppose.”
“That’s what I want. I wish to live in a free country, don’t you?”
“I want to be together with you.”
“Don’t you want freedom?”
“If I’m with you, there’s freedom for me anywhere.”
“Will you follow me, if I go?”
“I can’t swim across the sea.”
“Nor can I, I can’t swim that well.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to fly.”
“Are you better at flying?”
“Well, you are an angel. The thing is whether your wings will carry both of us.”
“I’m asking you seriously, what are you going to do?”
“I’m also telling you seriously that you are an angel.”
“Please be serious.”
“I’m really going to fly too, only together with you…” Tina got up, opened the window and looked out at the sea. The Black Sea lived up to its name.
Together with his brothers, Dato listened attentively to Father Tevdore. They were in Dato’s room, which seemingly was like that of any other carefree young person.
“After you left, they came up to the monastery again, the very next day.”
“What did they want?” asked Paata, taking out a cigarette as he waited for the answer.
“They probably wanted to know what business you had with me.”
“And what did you tell them?”
“I told them what we talked about, that time.”
“What did we talk about?”
“About God, goodness and love.”
“And? Are they scared of those things?”
“That’s what scares them most of all, but they won’t admit it and won’t openly fight with the Church. On the contrary, when people can see it, they treat priests and monks with reverence, but the KGB is secretly watching them all.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“The same as I always have been. Obstacles only make my faith stronger. That’s how the path of the first Christians began too. Suffering is nourishment for faith”
“You are a monk and you’ve made your choice.”
“People have to make their choices. It doesn’t matter whether they are clergymen or laymen. You still have to choose between good and evil, light and darkness, slavery and freedom.”
“We’ve made our choice too,” Kakhaberber said, looking at the others and then at the monk, repeating the phrase.
“What choice?” Father Tevdore asked all of them.
The young men looked at each other, as if hesitating. After a short pause Paata looked at Father Tevdore straight in the eyes and calmly said:
“We’re going.”
“How?”
“On a plane.”
“How?”
“We’ll land in Turkey, on the American military base, and they’ll take care of us from there.”
“How?”
“Like refugees. You remember the Brazauskas family, when the Americans received them like heroes?”
“Those Lithuanians were simply lucky.”
“We’ll be lucky too. We’ll scare the pilots a bit to change the flight course.”
“How are you going to scare them?”
“With weapons.”
“How are you planning to take weapons onto the plane? Everyone is thoroughly searched.”
“Except for priests and monks,” Dato replied. Together with his friends, he waited for Father Tevdore’s reaction.
“What if there are casualties?”
“There won’t be.”
“What if there are?”
“There won’t be.”
“The possibility is completely excluded?”
“Nothing can be completely excluded.”
“Then there may be.”
“Only theoretically.”
“It’s not worth it, even theoretically.”
“What’s not worth it?”
“Nothing is worth the life of even one person—neither freedom nor any other goal. Every life belongs only to the Lord, and death is only for the Lord to decide.”
“But we’re not intending to kill anyone,” Paata interrupted as he shot an angry glance at Dato. “We need the weapons only to frighten the pilots, nothing else.”
“Fatalities always follow fear. Besides, the pilots won’t be allowed to land in Turkey.”
“Why not, if the Lithuanians managed to force them?” Paata interrupted him again.
“That’s exactly why you won’t be able to force them again. The Russian won’t repeat that mistake again.”
Kakhaberber and Paata stood up, took their jackets, and left without saying goodbye.
Dato and the monk were left alone in the room. After a long pause, Father Tevdore smiled and said: