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She opened the jam and fed some to Vladimir on a spoon. He ate it and said: "More?"
Katerina ate a spoonful herself, then gave the child more. "This is like a fairy tale," she said. "All this food! I won't have to sleep outside the bakery. "
Grigori frowned. "What do you mean?"
She swallowed more jam. "There's never enough bread. As soon as the bakery opens in the morning it's all sold. The only way to get bread is to queue up. And if you don't join the queue before midnight, they'll be sold out before you get to the head of the line. "
"My God. " He hated the thought of her sleeping on the pavement. "What about Volodya?"
"One of the other girls listens for him while I'm out. He sleeps all night now anyway. "
No wonder the shopkeeper's wife had been willing to have sex with Grigori for a loaf. He had probably overpaid her. "How do you manage?"
"I get twelve rubles a week at the factory. "
He was puzzled. "But that's double what you were earning when I left!"
"But the rent for this room used to be four rubles a week-now it's eight. That leaves me four rubles for everything else. And a sack of potatoes used to be one ruble, but now it's seven. "
"Seven rubles for a sack of potatoes!" Grigori was appalled. "How do people live?"
"Everyone is hungry. Children fall ill and die. Old people just fade away.
It gets worse every day, and no one does anything. "
Grigori felt heartsick. While he was suffering in the army, he had consoled himself with the thought that Katerina and the baby were better off, with a warm place to sleep and enough money for food. He had been fooling himself. It filled him with rage to think of her leaving Vladimir here while she slept outside the bakery.
They sat at the table and Grigori sliced the sausage with his knife. "Some tea would be nice," he said.
Katerina smiled. "I haven't had tea for a year. "
"I'll bring some from the barracks. "
Katerina ate the sausage. Grigori could see that she had to restrain herself from gobbling it. He picked up Vladimir and fed him more jam. The boy was still a bit young for sausage.
An easy contentment crept over Grigori. While at the front he had daydreamed this scene: the little room, the table with food, the baby, Katerina. Now it had come true. "This should not be so hard to find," he said ruminatively.
"What do you mean?"
"You and I are fit and strong and we work hard. All I want is this: a room, something to eat, rest at the end of the day. It should be ours every day. "
"We've been betrayed by German-supporters at the royal court," she said.
"Really? How so?"
"Well, you know the tsaritsa is a German. "
"Yes. " The tsar's wife had been born Princess Alix of Hesse and Rhine in the German empire.
"And Sturmer is obviously a German. "
Grigori shrugged. Prime Minister Sturmer had been born in Russia, as far as Grigori knew. Many Russians had German names, and vice versa: inhabitants of the two countries had been crisscrossing the border for centuries.
"And Rasputin is pro-German. "
"Is he?" Grigori suspected the mad monk was mainly interested in mesmerizing women at court and gaining influence and power.
"They're all in it together. Sturmer has been paid by the Germans to starve the peasantry. The tsar telephones his cousin Kaiser Wilhelm and tells him where our troops are going to be next. Rasputin wants us to surrender. And the tsaritsa and her lady-in-waiting Anna Vyrubova both sleep with Rasputin at the same time. "
