Эльвира Барякина - White Ghosts

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Welcome to an awe-inspiring world of Shanghai in the roaring 1920s.
White colonialists see themselves as the supreme race exploiting China for its cheap labor and reaping the rewards of its opium market. But then Russians come and ruin the perfect world Europeans and Americans built for themselves in China. Fleeing the Bolsheviks, Russian refugees arrive in thousands, noblemen and common laborers alike, ready to take any job and get their hands dirty. They don’t care if it made other white people look not so exceptional in front of the locals.
Klim Rogov, a Russian journalist famous for his wit, used to be a rich man who won the heart of a brilliant, passionate young business woman, Nina Kupina. Now, they find themselves in a rusty refugee ship anchoring in Shanghai harbor without money, documents, and any prospect in the near future, but Klim believes that he and Nina can cope with any challenge as long as they are together.
One night, Nina disappears from the ship amidst strange circumstances, and Klim’s fellow refugees suspect that she ran away with another man.
Once in the city, Klim is rejected by both the whites and the Chinese, and his only dubious ally is a difficult teenage dancer who decides to seduce him for sport. Klim knows that the “fallen gods” should keep a low profile, but he is obsessed with winning his life back and finding out what happened to Nina.
He writes a diary, which becomes a whimsical China travel guide to the world of weapon smugglers, opium traders, corrupt police, and communist agents doing everything possible to ignite a civil war in China.
But when Klim discovers Nina’s dark secret, he begins to doubt if he can handle it. And to make things worse, the Chinese nationalists gather an army and launch an attack on defenseless Shanghai.

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Evidently, a new white shirt and a smart silk necktie could do wonders for a man.

4

With its steep slopes, impenetrable forests, and low clouds looming over its forbidding mountains, Shandong Province looked a wild and inhospitable place.

The local officials showed the press the wreck of the Blue Express and told them what they knew about the attack.

At 2 a.m., the engine driver had spotted suspicious shadowy figures on the tracks ahead. He tried to hit the brakes, but it was too late—the rails had been sabotaged. The train flew off the rails and came to a stop at a precarious angle. As its sleeping passengers fell from their berths, their luggage tumbling down on their heads, shots were fired, and soon horses’ hooves and a war cry could be heard. The security detachment aboard the Blue Express had been the first to realize what was going on and made a run for it, while the attackers smashed the car windows with the butts of their rifles.

The bandits then jumped into the compartments from their saddles, throwing passengers and luggage onto the sidings. Barefoot and dressed only in their night clothes, the hostages had been led up into the mountains. The looting had carried on all through the night and well into the next morning. The Governor had sent officials to investigate the incident, but the only information they had discovered so far was that the attackers were local.

As Klim made his way through the bullet-scarred railroad cars, he noticed a piece of glass in a broken window, covered with dried blood. Next to it, on the wall, were smeared bloody handprints; someone had tried to escape but never made it.

The journalists were taken to Lincheng, a small town surrounded by high walls.

Dazed soldiers and officials rushed around the dirty crooked streets. Local elders with their brown faces furrowed with deep wrinkles sat on the porches of their huts and followed the unwelcome visitors with their bleary eyes, their sunken mouths emitting clouds of evil smelling tobacco smoke.

Klim cabled Mr. Green a telegram describing the accident and the initial reports provided by the local officials. The garrison at Lincheng had already sent a detachment to the rescue, but the soldiers had been unable to approach the hostages because the bandits were using them as human shields.

At the telegraph office, Klim bumped into Ursula, and she told him that a representative of the American diplomatic mission, Roy Anderson, had arrived from Peking and been put in charge of negotiating the hostages’ release.

“Where is he staying?” asked Klim.

“In his railroad car. All the inns in town are packed. Mr. Andersen is promising to hold a press briefing tomorrow, at eight in the morning.”

Klim and Ursula wandered around the town, trying to find somewhere to stay. Eventually, some Italian journalists were persuaded to let the lady spend the night in the wagon they had rented. There was no room for Klim, so he went back to the station.

Campfires were blazing everywhere; some people were arguing near one of them, others were singing around another. Local traders offered firewood, tea, and cold rice for sale. Even the shelter under the railroad cars was occupied. Klim took out his flashlight and spotted a gaggle of small children snuggled up next to one another among the wheels.

His torchlight slid over a footboard, and he caught a glimpse of a lady’s shoes and silk dress decorated with red poppies.

Good God, it was Nina!

She covered her face with her hand. “Turn that light off, please,” she said in English.

“Hello, my dear,” Klim said.

Nina shuddered. “You?”

Klim turned off his flashlight. First, a white dress emerged from the darkness, then Nina’s face, framed by her tresses of curls. A miraculous spirit had descended down to this godforsaken corner of the earth.

At a loss for words, each waited for the other to say something.

“There’s no electricity in my sleeping car,” Nina said finally, “and the attendant has run off somewhere.”

Surprised at his own composure, Klim offered her his hand. “Let’s go find your car attendant.”

She didn’t push him away. She took his arm while descending the steps.

Klim followed her at some distance, listening pebbles crunching under her feet. Other cars still had electricity, and Nina appeared like a vision in the golden squares of light they shed on the siding, and then just as quickly she disappeared in the darkness. Klim breathed in the cool air filled with Nina’s perfume.

How could this meeting be possible? He felt wave after wave of hot flushes roll over his body. His heart was pounding, and his face was covered with an incredulous grin.

“Do you have some business in Lincheng?” he asked.

“Yes,” Nina replied without turning her head.

“Where do you live now?”

“In Shanghai.”

“How do you keep yourself busy there?”

“With this and that.”

Nina didn’t want to talk about herself, and Klim had no right to expect detailed answers. The only thing he could do now was simply look at his wife and shudder at the exhilarating realization that nothing had changed. He still loved her as much as ever.

“Let’s forget the attendant,” Nina said suddenly. “I only wanted to read a little before going to sleep, but it’s too late now anyway.”

That’s it, Klim thought. The miraculous spirit will now disperse into the ether.

“Where are you staying?” Nina asked. “If you want, we can go to my compartment.”

“Will Jiří mind?”

“Do I have to ask his permission?”

They returned to Nina’s car, and Klim switched on his flashlight to help her find her compartment in the dark corridor. He was still waiting for this dream to be interrupted with the appearance of Nina’s sleepy lover or her mocking words: “I’m sorry, I only invited you in as a joke.” But nothing of the sort happened.

She turned the bronze door knob and pushed the door to the side. “Come in.”

It was a first-class compartment with a shade covering half of the window, a single bed with rumpled bed clothes, and a useless lamp over the headboard.

“You can put your suitcase on the top shelf,” Nina said. “The couch is all yours.”

Klim hung his jacket on one of the hangers and loosened his necktie. Good God, why had Nina invited him in?

“You can turn the flashlight off now,” she said as she put her knee on the bed and pulled down the window shade.

The darkness was so dense that it felt as if they were surrounded by nothing but an endless and eternal void.

So many months had passed, yet the rustle of Nina’s dress and the collected evenness of her breathing were as familiar to Klim as ever. He knew by the sound of her movement that she removed her comb from her hair and slipped off her shoes.

“Did you get a good job?” Nina asked.

“Yes.”

“And where exactly do you work?”

“You know, with a newspaper,” said Klim involuntarily echoing her terse answers.

What could he say to Nina? That he was listed at the paper as a courier and shared a room in the House of Hope with a fifteen-year-old girl? That all these months, he had been wandering around the city, peering at the faces of passersby in the vain hope of catching a fleeting sight of his wife?

He could sense Nina standing in front of him—his darling, invisible, and inaccessible wife. What was the point of deluding himself? She would never come back to him.

“We should get a divorce,” Klim said flatly. It was better not to wait for Nina to broach the subject.

“Have you already found someone else?” she asked.

“Marriage is like a house; if you’re not using it, you should either get new tenants in or knock it down completely and build everything up again from scratch.”

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