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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“It’s all her fault,” he whispered. “If you served in the police, you would know that Ms. Kupina has been engaged in arms smuggling before. I guess she used your friend as a front and put her name on the papers. Ms. Kupina is in cahoots with the crew and told them to blame it all on me if an emergency arose.”

“Are you talking about Klim Rogov’s wife?”

That was a bad idea, Fernando thought. It seems that all these Russians know one another.

“Klim kicked the whore out long ago,” Fernando said in a muffled voice. “She cheated on him with Daniel Bernard. He was arrested a week ago for espionage, but she managed to escape. By the way, did you know that Ms. Kupina is Mrs. Borodin’s relative? She just admitted it as much. Didn’t she?”

The man swore in Russian. “How do you know all this?”

“Oh, I know a lot. I’m a very useful person.” The Don forced himself to smile. “You can send a cable to the Municipal Council and ask Mr. Sterling whether he gave me the order to go to Wuhan or not.”

“You can depend on that,” the man muttered, releasing the Don’s lapel. “If you’re lying, I’ll personally stove your head in with a rifle butt, but if Sterling confirms who you are, you can go wherever you want.”

He paused, and his face softened a little.

“Thanks for the information about Borodin and her cousin. Without you, we would never have guessed who they were.”

“My pleasure.” Don Fernando looked into his eyes. “Can I give you a bit of advice? If you don’t want that young friend of yours involved in the case, you’d better destroy all the Avro papers and present your report saying that ‘The airplane was confiscated from an enemy spy, Nina Kupina.’”

The man nodded and escorted the Don back to the lounge.

Fernando felt weak from relief. He wished he could kneel down and thank the Holy Virgin for his miraculous salvation there and then.

Miss Nina has only got herself to blame, he thought, looking up at the ceiling. She shouldn’t have annoyed me. I feel sorry for her, of course, but what am I to do? I’ll say a prayer of penance for her and donate some money to the church for a new sacristy. But holy Mother of God, please, don’t desert me! I need you now more than ever!”

28. THE ANCIENT CAPITAL

1
SKETCHES
Klim Rogov’s diary

“Where’s Mommy?” Kitty keeps asking me. “When will she come back home?” I tell her I don’t know and that makes her angry: “You must know! You must!”

How can I explain to a three-year-old what has happened between Nina and me?

We met each other when the whole world around us was crumbling. Both of us were looking for a pure soul to love and to be loved by, a soul that would deliver us from every evil. Alas, ideal people, like distilled water, don’t exist in the real world, and eventually our delight gave way to bewilderment. Far from behaving like guardian angels, we only brought trouble into each other’s lives.

I have finally been acknowledged for my professional achievements, but what now? I go to work, read the latest bad news to my audience, and then try to cheer them up with a new song, “I Hope You’re Happy Now.” I no longer perform monologues to my fictional girlfriend, Anna. Despite the constant demands from my fans to bring her back, I don’t have the heart.

Every day, my secretary drops a huge stack of letters onto my desk from local young ladies declaring their undying love for me. Who can honestly say that they have never dreamed of being the object of such sincere adulation and devotion? But now that I have achieved it all, I couldn’t care less.

The Chinese section of the city is full of armed bandits who are constantly fighting turf wars with each other, while here, in the foreign concessions, we are busy dealing with the white refugees arriving from the south-west. More than eight thousand of them poured into the city in January 1927 alone.

The only good news is that reinforcements have finally reached Shanghai, most of them colonial troops from India. It’s winter, and they arrived in short-sleeved shirts and khaki shorts, and after one night in an unheated barracks, almost all of them came down with a chill.

The people in the foreign concessions do everything they can to welcome the military. They try hard to be hospitable in the hope that these foreign soldiers will be more willing to fight for us and for Shanghai. The ladies sew them warm pants and jackets; the Holy Trinity Church has been turned into a lecture hall where the officers can learn more about our city, and the twenty-four-hour restaurant in the American Club welcomes our saviors with the best food available at the cheapest prices. Every night there are balls in the French Sports Club, the Majestic Hall, and the Astor House. Girls flirt with the officers, looking hopefully into their eyes and silently imploring them, “You won’t leave us to our fate, will you?”

Frankly speaking, I don’t care what happens anymore. If it weren’t for Kitty, I would join the Russian crew on the Great Wall armored train. I’m pretty sure that eventually either the NRA or the Red Guards will blow it up, and that is a fate that sounds quite tempting at the moment.

2

Klim had finally been invited to become a member of the Shanghai Club, the most exclusive club in the city.

Its main staircase was made of white Sicilian marble; its restaurant boasted a menu with fine roast beef, saddle of lamb, and steak and kidney pie. It had an array of forty rooms at its disposal, an army of servants, and ironed newspapers—so they would feel pleasing to the touch.

The Club’s main attraction was its famous mahogany Long Bar. The closer your place to the window, the higher your rank in the Club’s hierarchy. According to tradition, the best seats were reserved for the pilots who sailed the Yangtze River. Top managers and bank directors would sit in the middle and the furthest, gloomiest end was reserved for new members like Klim Rogov.

The sad winter twilight descended swiftly, and a gray-haired waiter lit the candles in the thick-walled glass candleholders.

The bar was empty, and Klim was sipping his pink gin by himself, half-listening to the voices floating in from the next room: “To defend the city effectively, we need at least a division.”

He pulled a coin out of his pocket and put it on the edge of the candleholder directly over the flame. The coin had a phoenix on one side and a dragon on the other, a symbol of the happy union between yin and yang, the male and the female.

When the coin was hot, Klim pushed it into his palm. The pain was as sharp as the blade of a knife, but he closed his eyes, punishing himself with his self-inflicted agony. Let the scar be a souvenir, he thought.

“Mr. Rogov!” cried Tony Aulman as he ran into the bar. “Thank goodness I’ve found you! I’ve just been talking to Don Fernando—he’s informed me that Nina has been arrested by soldiers from the Dogmeat General’s army and taken to a prison in Nanking.”

Klim flinched, the coin rolled along the bar and jingled quietly as it hit the floor.

“They suspect your wife of supporting the communists,” Tony added. “I just can’t understand what on earth Nina is doing in Nanking?”

“I tried to warn her,” Klim said, “but she never listens.” He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. “Will you… will you come with me to Nanking?”

“The Dogmeat General’s troops control the city now, and they are going crazy with the hopelessness of their situation. But, on the other hand, the Yangtze River is still controlled by the Royal Navy—”

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