“May I examine the file now?” Katinka could not wait to free herself of the Marmoset’s gaze.
“You have thirty minutes.” He pushed the file over to her then returned to his seat and sat watching.
“For this one file?”
“For both. These are the rules.”
“Do feel free to do your other work, Colonel,” Katinka said self-consciously.
“Watching you,” he replied, “is my work.”
9
Katinka placed the photograph above the file, which she pulled closer, and looked into the woman’s face: the eyes reflected the flashbulb of an old-fashioned camera but, far from a vacant self-pity, the gaze radiated warmth and a mocking jauntiness, even as Katinka traced in the set of the muscles a straining to show, at the brink of the abyss, the best face she could.
“Hello,” whispered Katinka, imagining that the photograph might answer, that those beseeching eyes might blink. “Who are you?” Stapled to the inside cover of the file was a scuffed, stained scrap of paper to be signed by everyone who had looked at the file—but it was blank. No one outside the KGB had ever examined it. She grabbed at the first sheet of paper, a short biography:
Born 1900 in St. Petersburg, Alexandra Samuilovna Zeitlin-
Palitsyn, known as Sashenka, Comrade Snowfox. Nationality:
Jewish. Party member since 1916. Last place of work: editor,
Soviet Wife and Proletarian Housekeeping magazine, State
Publishing House. Educated at Smolny Institute…
“Sash-en-ka…,” Katinka said to herself. “Will you help Roza and me?”
Family: father, Baron Samuil Zeitlin, capitalist banker, later non-Party specialist at People’s Commissariats of Finance, then Foreign Trade, then State Bank, dismissed 1928, exiled 1929, arrested 1937, sentenced to ten years Kolyma. Mother: Ariadna Zeitlin, nee Barmakid, dead 1917.
Mother’s brother: Mendel Barmakid, Jewish, Party member since 1904, member Central Committee 1911–1939, arrested 1939.
Father’s brother: Gideon Zeitlin, writer. Not a Party member. Jewish.
Husband: Ivan Palitsyn, born St. Petersburg 1895. Russian, Party member since 1911, married 1922, arrested 1939, last place of work: Assistant Deputy People’s Commissar, NKVD.
Children: Volya and Karlmarx.
“Pleased to meet you all,” said Katinka under her breath. Sashenka and her husband would be very old now but they could still be alive—there was nothing in the file to say they weren’t. And their children wouldn’t even be old. She didn’t know if this woman was relevant to her search, yet her pulse quickened. “I wonder what happened to you.”
“You’re talking to yourself,” said the Marmoset. “Silence, please.”
“Sorry.” Katinka turned over the page to find a form, filled in on May 16, 1939, giving Sashenka’s description. Color of eyes: grey. Hair: dark brown with chestnut streaks. And there were her smudged fingerprints. Then a creased and stained piece of paper, headed Main Administration of State Security, Very Important Cases Department. In the middle, typed in a large, curvaceous, open typeface that looked bold and honest as if it had nothing to hide, was the following command: Zeitlin-Palitsyn, along with her husband Palitsyn, has been unmasked as a long-serving Okhrana and White Guardist spy, Trotskyite saboteur, and agent of Japan. It is essential to arrest her and carry out a search.
This was surrounded by stamps, squiggles and signatures. The first name was Captain Melsky, Head of Ninth Section of Fourth Department, Main Administration of State Security. But a thick felt pen had been put through his name and underneath, in what appeared to be a child’s handwriting and spelling, someone had written: I will carry out this oberation myself. B. Kobylov, Commissar-General, State Security, second degree. Then later: Oberation compleded. Prisoner Alexandra Zeitlin-Palitsyn delivered to Internal Prison. B. Kobylov, Commissar-General, State Security, second degree.
The Marmoset was still sitting there leering, but Katinka did not care. She was gripped. So Sashenka and her husband had fallen in 1939. Why? When she turned the page, she found the testimony of a man named Peter Sagan, ex-Captain of the Gendarmes, Okhrana officer and later (under a false name) a schoolteacher in Irkutsk. Sagan revealed that Sashenka and Vanya had been in Petersburg in 1917—just like Satinov. But soon the outpouring of crazed accusations against the Palitsyns became too much to absorb. It seemed a ghost had emerged out of the mists of time bearing a plague of lies and accusations. But then she looked at the date of the Sagan confession: it was July 5—after Sashenka’s arrest. Sagan had not arrived in Lubianka until July 1. So Sashenka had been arrested for something else. But what?
Katinka leafed hungrily through the badly typed fifteen-page confession signed at each corner with Sagan’s frail, anemic markings—how strange, she thought, that these characters’ lives were reduced to strokes of the pen. She tried to imagine the personality behind the fading lines of ink, and trembled.
Next she found a single piece of paper with a paragraph headed Extract from confession of Beniamin Lazarovich “Benya” Golden: attach to file of Alexandra Zeitlin-Palitsyn. The writer Benya Golden. She’d heard of him and his one masterpiece, those stories of the Spanish Civil War. She read on:
B. Golden: Using the depraved seductive techniques of the Mata Hari type of spy, Sashenka—accused Alexandra Zeitlin-Palitsyn—first seduced me sexually under guise of inviting me to write for her magazine and persuaded me to meet her for corrupt sexual practices in room 403 at the Metropole Hotel, set aside by the Writers’ Union/Litfond for the use of non-Moscow writers for Soviet Wife and Proletarian Housekeeping magazine, which she edited. While wearing the mask of a new Soviet woman, Zeitlin-Palitsyn admitted to me she was an Okhrana agent and Trotskyite and asked me to introduce her to the French secret service, who had recruited me in Paris in 1935 when I was traveling to the International Writers’ Congress with the Soviet delegation. She had already recruited her uncle Mendel Barmakid, a member of the Central Committee, and I recruited her other relative, my friend the famous writer Gideon Zeitlin, to help plan the assassination of Comrades Stalin, Molotov, Kaganovich and Marshal Voroshilov at a party at Sashenka’s house by spraying the gramophone that Comrade Stalin would use with poison. The first attempt at her house—when Comrade Stalin visited on May Day 1939—failed because I failed to spray the gramophone…
Witnessed: Investigator Rodos, Very Important Cases Department, Main Administration of State Security
Katinka recoiled. So Benya Golden, that talented, elegiac writer, had rolled over and incriminated Sashenka. It must have been Golden’s denunciation that got her arrested. How could he have done so? The accusations against Sashenka seemed preposterous.
Yet this was dated August 6, even later than the Peter Sagan confession. Katinka hurriedly turned more pages. She had been reading for more than fifteen minutes. After a rather picturesque collage of stamps, triangular, square and round, she read a note dated six months later:
Office of Military Procurator, 19 January 1940
The case against the Zeitlin-Palitsyn-Barmakid terrorist spy
group is now complete and must be handed over to the court…