Возвращаясь на круги своя (СИ)

"Well, I don"t know, I cannot argue about that, young man. See, before communists took power in Lithuania, people lived here under the rule of military junta. Dictator Smetona was then the president - so called "the president for life". Have you heard of him? Lithuania was then some sort of "banana republic" - corrupted, undeveloped and poor, like many countries are now in Africa or in Central America. Or like Chile was not that long time ago, remember? When dictator Pinochet was in power. Lithuania was like Chile - there were few people who had power: this Smetona - so called "president", top military officers, appointed by them members of the government, secret police. They used torture and violence to protect their power and their wealth. And then there were others - poor people, majority, those who did not have and never would have any power. Do you understand? It was unfair. Everyone, every human being, is born equal - do you agree with me? The purpose of our struggle was noble, young man: we wanted to bring to all citizens of our country freedom, equality and prosperity. Now new Lithuanian government glorifies Nazi collaborators, bigots and murderers just because we made few mistakes in the past. It sickens me."

"Yes, I heard - nonviolent forms of resistance. Gandhi, Martin Luther King... My husband had Ph.D. in history, young man. But let me remind you about two facts, which could prevent us to use these methods even if we would try to. Do you want to hear about them? Okay, first of all, if you remember, Gandhi (I am not sure if you study this in your capitalist schools) during WWII often tried to undermine Great Britain efforts to fight imperial Japan: he called members of the anti-Nazi coalition to surrender and accept Nazi rule and superiority. He opposed bombing by Allies of Nazi concentration camps because it would undermine his theory of not resisting murder by violent means. He suggested Jews to go to gas chambers voluntarily. He was willing to sacrifice millions of lives in China and Europe in order to achieve independence for India. He was a very, very selfish person! He was a nationalist. He did not care if millions of innocent non-Indian people would die or become slaves as long as India could gain its independence. That was disgusting. No, I am sorry young man; but he could not be our role model, example for imitation. We were internationalists and not nationalists and chauvinists like Mr. Gandhi and Nazis. And, besides, there was one more, even more serious reason why we could not succeed with such non-violent tactic. You may notice that it succeeded only against democratic governments like Great Britain and USA. Military junta, on another hand, as a rule, does not consist of overly conscientious people, young man."

"No, no, I don"t mind if you argue. I only have a look of seventy years old woman but in my heart I am still seventeen. So, don"t worry! And I like when somebody disagrees with me. It is fun; it is how the life supposes to be. Don"t you think so? I"ll tell you even more - if everybody would agree with everyone on everything the life would be extremely boring. Believe me. Besides, the "truth springs from the argument among friends" - do you know such proverb? When we were young we knew it by the heart. We used to argue all the time. Yes, all the time. Days and nights. What a wonderful time it was! We argued about everything - politics, science, books, and new movies... I don"t know how young people entertain themselves nowadays but I think that there is nothing more entertaining than arguments and discussions. Efforts to find the truth... We were lucky people... "

"Oh, most definitely. Sometime we did not speak to each other for years. "Comes with the territory" - is that how you say it in English? Of course, we had problems, but that was, I would say - the life, and I missed it dearly. And I am so delighted that you came to visit me. Such a change! People who surround me now, with whom I have to socialize, speak only about diseases, drugs and insurance. Boring stuff. Old people are boring, young man. I hate them."

"Oh -yes, sure. And don"t be shy - take as many as you want. I will not eat them anyway. Doctor"s advice - diabetes, you know. Let me add you some more hot tea. So, what did you want to find out about Kohanskis?"

"And by the way - this reminds me. I didn"t know the older Kohanskis brother. But the other two were very different from each other. We have a proverb: the apple does not fall far from the apple tree. But these two seems to me did fall pretty much apart. The younger one - Dovid (everybody called him Dovid der Shloser) was working in the mechanical shop for mister Peresman. Or Perelman. Well, I don"t remember his last name... Anyway, this man, Peresman or Perelman, came to our town, nobody knew from where, in the beginning of the thirties... Well, I think it was beginning of thirties. He was a shrewd, noisy and energetic fellow, real Jewish capitalist. He started his business by putting up electrical poles and hanging on them electrical wires around the town. You see, we did not have the electricity then. So, he bought an old warehouse on the outskirts (and I assume - at very cheap price) of the town to house electrical generator, which he built himself, wired it to the homes of rich people and started to deliver electricity, collecting money for his service; although only few residents could afford it. I remember how for the first time we had electricity in our home. It was such a wonder - to light up an electrical bulb; it was like in a fairy tale, unreal and unbelievable. This first moment when the bulb lit up I cannot compare to anything else in my life. And my dad was so happy then..."

"At the beginning this Peresman (or Perelman, or whatever his name was) did everything by himself - put electrical poles, laid wires, even walked around the town to collect money for electricity (there were no electrical counters then and he collected money depending on how many bulbs each customer had - very crude way to collect money), did repair and other stuff but when he got rich he hired Dovid der Shloser to do the dirty work for him. In other words - Dovid was the blue color worker, sympathetic to our cause..."

"What had happened to him later? To whom - to Dovid der Shloser? No? Peresman? I thought you are interesting in Kohanskis."

"Oh, I see, just for curiosity? Well, if you are so curious...We (I mean - NKVD, which is how then the KGB was called) arrested him. I believe it happened in 1940, in autumn, to be more precise, right after dictator Smetona was removed from the power and Lithuania became democratic country and joined Soviet Union. Most likely, he was sent later to Siberia, to the labor camp. That is where all criminals eventually ended. Together with his family, of cause."

"What for? For the felony, young man, for the felony."

"Oh, I see. Well, I am sure you have heard the lies of the capitalist propaganda that communists were arresting people just because they were rich. This is not true: for example, this Perelman was arrested not because he was rich but for the crime he actually committed. He tried to destroy his own generator when we confiscated it. You see he was a scoundrel - this Perelman; he used the generator to make money by servicing only rich people at a very high price. He was looking only for the profit. But everybody needs electricity - does not? Even poor people do - those who could not afford his prices. Right? So, we nationalized the generator, paid him some money to compensate for the losses and that could be the end of the story. But the crook got upset and tried to destroy the generator. It was a criminal offense, called sabotage: destruction of the government property. He was punished according to the law."