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286 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
For a long time Russia had existed for them only in their dreams. They all dreamed the same dream, but with different variations. (鈥�) The basic structure of the dream was as follows: they arrived back to find themselves in a closed building, or a building without doors, or a rubbish-container; or something happened that made it impossible for them to return to America: losing documents or being sent to prison, for instance; one Jew had even seen his dead mother, who had tied him up with a rope.
The new American language came to them gradually in their new 茅migr茅 milieu and was also instrumental and primitive, and they expressed themselves in a terse, deliberately comical jargon, part-English, part-Russian, part-Yiddish, which took in the most exotic criminal slang and the playful intonations of a Jewish anecdote.
He had built his Russia around him, a Russia which hadn鈥檛 existed for a long time and perhaps never had. He was carefree and irresponsible, people didn鈥檛 live like that here, they didn鈥檛 live like it anywhere, dammit. How to define this charm, which had captivated even her little girl? He hadn鈥檛 done anything special for anyone, yet they would all have gone through fire for him. No, she didn鈥檛 understand, she didn鈥檛 understand.