Catastroika. Charles Rammelkamp

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nationalist group that promoted Sergei Nilus,

      the mystic who later published

      The Protocols of the Elders of Zion

      as a part of his work on the Antichrist.

      But by 1912 he’d mellowed,

      defending Jews from our detractors,

      calling us “equal before God,”

      which made the Black Hundreds turn on him,

      mocking him for destroying Orthodox Russia

      “for the Yids.”

      But still, I knew better

      than to pursue a friendship

      with his daughter Maria,

      a lovely fifteen-year-old when I first met her,

      fresh to the big city from “The Sleeping Land” –

      what “Siberia” means in Tatar, after all;

      “The Edge” or “The End” in Ostyak.

      “Alexander Federmesser,” I introduced myself,

      noting my parents had named me for the tsar,

      “but you can call me Sasha.”

      Jewels

      Papa knew Rasputin’s secretary,

      Aaron Simanovich, in Kiev,

      where he ran a small jewelry shop –

      all Jews knew every other Jew –

      but I only became aware of him

      when I lived in Saint Petersburg.

      Simanovich had brought his son to Rasputin,

      suffering from Saint Vitus’s Dance,

      Ioann, a teenager when the spasms began,

      jerking like a puppet,

      Pinocchio pulled by strings.

      The Petersburg doctors were helpless,

      so Simanovich, desperate,

      brought Ioann to Rasputin,

      who cured him in ten minutes,

      laying his healing hands on Ioann’s head;

      he never suffered from St. Vitus’ Dance again.

      Simanovich had made a fortune

      selling diamonds to the Tsarina’s friends,

      became Rasputin’s secretary, replacing

      Ivan Dobrovolsky, who, with his wife,

      had been embezzling money

      the petitioners brought to Rasputin.

      Maria called him by her pet name,

      Simochka, fond of the Jew

      who’d saved her father when Khvostov,

      the Interior Minister, tried to assassinate him.

      Later, after the Revolution,

      after Felix Yusupov finally did kill Rasputin,

      the family moved in with Simanovich,

      too dangerous to stay at their father’s apartment,

      and much later than that,

      when Maria’d separated from Boris Solovyov,

      she and her two daughters lived with him again,

      in Berlin. Her daughters’ names?

      Tatyana and Maria, after the Tsar’s children.

      But me? I may have been a landsman,

      but I never felt I could approach him.

      “Quite a nasty man,” the Okhrana reported,

      and if you can’t believe the secret police,

      who can you believe?

      The Decembrists

      It was seventy years before I was even born,

      but my uncle told me,

      when I was a boy in Kiev,

      about the aristocratic officers

      who rebelled on Senate Square

      in St. Petersburg, in December, 1825,

      advocating for a constitution,

      the end of serfdom, basic liberties.

      The Tsar, Nicholas I, shut it down so fast

      it was like dousing a candle in a pail of water.

      The leaders were either exiled to Siberia

      or executed as traitors,

      but they became martyrs

      for all future revolutionaries

      dreaming of radical change.

      As the poet, Prince Alexander Odoevsky, wrote:

      Iz iskry vozgoritsa plamya –

      “The spark will kindle a flame.”

      Lenin’s magazine, iskra – spark –

      took its name from the verse.

      “Not that it did us much good,”

      Uncle Lev added, meaning the Jews,

      “but even a little less pressure

      of the boot on our necks

      is always welcome.”

      Narodnaya Volya

      Papa and Uncle Lev never forgave

      “The People’s Will” for assassinating Alexander II.

      Hailed as

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