Russian story/ Poveste ruseasca
In times when even food was difficult to find, I had everything. I had a beautiful apartment, cars, chocolate, caviar, expensive cognac. My daughter had servants, diplomas, used to wear beautiful clothes, she was a spoiled young woman.
I was beautiful and attractive and men gave me everything I wanted. I enjoyed life, parties, good food, good music, making love. I enjoyed traveling and being the therapist of the communist leaders offered me the opportunity to travel in all East Europe when average people had to wait for years to receive a passport.
I was also in Romania, your country, and I didn’t like at all what I saw. I was there in ’79 and people were so poor. There were so many beggars on the streets, people were so unhappy and they were living in this sorrowful atmosphere that I didn’t like. I think Romania was the poorest country I’ve ever been to. Stalin did a lot of horrible things to the intelligence of Russia, but at least he took care of his people. Ceausescu cared only about himself. I had a really good and wealthy life in the communist Russia.
Since I was very young I knew that being beautiful means power. When I was 16 I bet with my friends that I would marry one of my professors from the medical school where I was studying. There was this handsome man around 36 years old teaching physics that all my class mates were in love with. All of them wanted him. For me was just a challenge, a bet. I wanted to show the other girls that I could have him if I want to and I had him. I remained pregnant with him when I was 17 and I married him. I was horrified of what would happen if I would have a child without being married, of my parents, of what the community would think about me. I was afraid of being rejected. You know what mentality Eastern Europe has. They like to put their noses in other people’s affairs, they like to gossip, to control everything. I loved children and I didn’t want to have an abortion, so I married this man I didn’t love. Fear pushed me into this marriage. And maybe also karma.
With time I started to hate him. He was this brutal and cold person, an introvert that didn’t know how to show his love. Most men didn’t know how to act with women, they didn’t know anything about the sacredness of sex. For them sex was just an animalistic pleasure. I was so young and full of live. I used to go to a lot of parties with my girlfriends, to come home late, to drink and to smoke, to spend money on clothes. I was so bored because I didn’t work and staying home with the child was killing my spirit. I was an active person. So I had guests all day long, I went out a lot, I partied and enjoyed life. Sometimes, when his helplessness of controlling me didn’t find any other way of expression, he was hitting me. I was trying to stay away of my husband as long as possible. I hated him and his way of being, his way of making love and the fact that he was so fertile that I was pregnant once in every 3 months. I did a lot of abortions. His mother was a gynecologist and she was helping me to get the abortions. We knew nothing about contraception in that period. Talking about sex was a tabu. We had to find a way or another by ourselves when we were in this kind of trouble.
At a point I couldn’t handle it anymore and I’ve got a divorce. I told my parents I would hang myself if they don’t receive me back. They did. At that point my life changed. I wanted a job so I dressed up, I put some high heels and I went to this hospital to apply for a job. I had my medical studies finished when I daughter was 3 months old and I had a lot of confidence in myself. After the interview the head doctor told me that there are other 40 people that want that job, but he likes me very much, so he would give it to me.
I became the star of the hospital because of my beauty and because I liked to be fashionable and I didn’t mind all the attention. When I applied for this job I didn’t know that this is the hospital where all the communist leaders went to cure. I was an nurse there and soon they started to send me in the communist’s leader’s houses when they needed me.
I started to have lovers between them. Some of them were really nice and romantic with me. I remember this guy that had the most important position in the city at that time treating me like a queen, offering me flowers with music on background, preparing a huge bathtub for me. He gave me an apartment that I still have in Russia. Actually my ex-husband has it. He took it at the divorce. This man was very nice and tender and we had a beautiful affair that last almost 6 months. After that his wife got sick and he ended it for spending more time with her.
I never wanted to break families, couples, to cause pain. I was never the one that made the first step in this affairs. I knew how to keep my affairs secret and how to be discreet and still enjoy everything. Discretion was very important in that time, especially when one was working with communist leaders.
Until I got married again, I had only this kind of lovers. All of them were attracted to me. I never tried to charm them. Things were just happening naturally. The luxury and all the expensive things came also naturally after that. Because they liked me and because it was important that I was happy and silent.
At a point I started to take classes of massage. My speciality is the spine. I could tell someone in 10 seconds what problems he or she has with his or her spine. I was good in what I was doing and my position in the hospital became stronger. I had the trust of my bosses and they offered me a job at the hospital of the KGB.
But before, another man came to my cabinet. He had the most important position in the area. He was both my patient and my lover for a very short time. His name was Gorbachev. I remember him and his wife Raisa clearly. He used to tell me that Raisa is his brain. In public he was very nice and full of affection for her, but he cheated on her a lot. And I think she knew, but she didn’t care. Raisa was an amazing woman, very distinctive, elegant and rigid. And she was very smart. She planned all his political moves. They met in college and stayed together since then. He would have been nothing without her. Gorbachev still remembers me. I think I was a good lover for him.
In that time when my daughter used to hang out only with the daughters of important people, I met a man that was a worker. I put him in a good college, he had Raisa as a professor, I gave him a job, offering him indirectly the occasion to leave me. Doing all these things for him grew his ambition. He met the daughter of a ministry from Estonia in a delegation in Irak for his new job and he didn’t come back home. We had a child together. He never saw his daughter. There is a song related to this break-up that even now makes me cry when I hear it. I really loved this man. I almost committed suicide back then.
After a while my daughter that moved to America helped me to move to Poland. I got married again and I worked for the president of Poland too, but it was not the same thing. In Poland I didn’t have privileges, I just worked like a horse. Things work differently there. I remember all these women in Russia that knew who to attract in their beds and after that they had important positions. Even nowadays the head of the medical school in Stavropol is a woman whose only merit was that she knew to whom she has to have sex with to receive this job. She was my class mate in medical school.
Communism was a lot about nepotism and abuse of power, about the killing of the thoughts, but still people had a certain stability.
All my life I had everything I wanted. But there was also a lot of disappointments and suffering. But why to be sad now? Lets’s just be happy with what we have. Lets’s just dance. Too much nostalgia for a day.
She left me with a big smile waving her body in the rhythm of the music with a glass of arak in her right hand. Her name is Valentina, she is 63 years old, she was born in North Caucus, in Stavropol and she is an amazing therapist. She has golden hands and she loves doing massage. People came to her in pain and walked from her cabinet. She is very sensitive at people’s problems and she knows what’s the deeper source of these things. Even if she is retired now and in holiday in Bali, she has her utensils with her. She speaks in Russian with people around here and everyone understands her, because she is very expressive.
There is a lot of life and energy in this woman and she is still beautiful and charming even if she have gained some kilos since she was young. She is feminine and she knows how to show it. She has the power of the woman that knows her value without losing the romanticism of life. She just loves life in all it’s manifestations and she has this love for humanity and a golden heart.
She loves singing and dancing and everyone around here loves her presence. She is learning now how to be the grandmother of a 8 years old boy that was born in Hawaii and speaks only English. She spends her time swimming, teaching local children Russian songs and cooking delicious salads. She really loves food, that is an important part of her life. During the last days she made a new friend, a Russian lady that stays at the hotel next door. Valentina is glad that people from East Europe get close so fast. She is happy that she was born Russian. And I am happy that I met her.
In timpuri in care chiar si mancarea era dificil de gasit, aveam tot ce imi doream. Aveam un apartament frumos, masina, ciocolata, caviar, coniac de calitate. Fiica mea avea servitori, diplome fara ca macar sa mearga prea mult la scoala, haine scumpe. I-am oferit viata unui copil rasfatat.
Eram frumoasa si atragatoare si aveam barbatii la picioare. Imi placea viata, imi placeau petrecerile, mancarea de calitate, muzica buna, imi placea sa fac dragoste. Iubeam calatoriile si fiind terapista liderilor comunisti mi-a oferit oportunitatea de a calatori in toata Europa de Est in timpul in care oamenii de rand asteptau cu anii sa primeasca un pasaport.
Am fost chiar si in Romania, in tara ta. Am fost acolo in ’79 si oamenii erau foarte saraci. Strazile erau pline de cersetori, oamenii erau nefericiti si traiau intr-o atmosfera apasatoare care nu mi-a placut deloc. Cred ca Romania e cea mai saraca tara in care am calatorit. Stalin a facut multe lucruri oribile inteligentei rusesti, dar macar a avut grija de poporul lui, lucru care nu se poate spune despre Ceausescu. Pot spune ca am avut o viata foarte buna si bogata in Rusia comunista.
De cand am fost foarte tanara am stiut ca frumusetea inseamna putere. Cand aveam 16 ani am pus un pariu cu prietenele mele ca ma voi marita cu unul din profesorii de la scoala de medicina unde studiam. Era un barbat pe la vreo 35 de ani care preda fizica, un barbat de care erau indragostite toate colegele mele. Era un barbat dorit. Pentru mine era doar o provocare, un pariu. Voiam sa le arat fetelor ca il pot avea daca vreau si l-am avut. El m-a iubit foarte mult, dar nu i-am putut raspunde iubirii lui. Pentru mine a fost doar un pariu. Am ramas insarcinata cu el cand aveam 17 ani si m-am maritat cu el. Eram ingrozita de ce s-ar putea intampla daca aveam un copil fara sa fiu maritata. Imi era frica de parinti, de ce va gandi despre mine comunitatea. Imi era frica sa fiu respinsa. Stii si tu ce mentalitate au oamenii in Europa de Est. Isi baga nasurile unde nu le fierbe oala, barfesc, controleaza totul. Imi placeau copiii si nu voiam sa avortez, asa ca m-am maritat cu barbatul acesta pe care nu il iubeam. Frica m-a impins in mariajul asta. Si poate karma.
Cu timpul am inceput sa il urasc. Era brutal si rece, un introvertit care nu stia sa isi arate sentimentele. Majoritatea barbatilor din acea vreme nu stiau cum sa se poarte cu femeile si nu stiau nimic despre sacralitatea sexului. Pentru ei sexul era doar o placere animalica. Iar eu eram atat de tanara si plina de viata…Imi placea sa merg la petreceri cu prietenele mele, sa ajung acasa tarziu, sa beau si sa fumez, sa cheltuiesc multi bani pe haine.
Eram atat de plictisita pentru ca nu lucram si a sta acasa cu copilul ma ucidea incet, dar sigur. Eram o persoana activa si aveam musafiri zi de zi. Ieseam in oras foarte des la petreceri si intalniri. Cateodata ma lovea cand neputinta lui de a ma controla nu gasea o alta cale de a se descarca. Incercam sa stau departe de sotul meu cat mai mult posibil. Il uram cu toata puterea, ii uram felul de a fi, felul de a face sex, faptul ca era atat de fertil incat ma lasa insarcinata o data la trei luni. Am facut multe avorturi in perioada aia. Soacra mea era medic ginecolog si ma ajuta. Nu stiam nimic despre contraceptie in acele vremuri, iar sa vorbim despre sex era tabu. De cate ori eram in astfel de situatii fiecare se descurca cum putea.
La un moment dat nu am mai putut suporta si am divortat. Le-am spus parintilor ca ma spanzur daca nu ma primesc inapoi. M-au primit. In acel moment viata mi s-a schimbat. Voiam sa muncesc, asa ca m-am imbracat frumos, mi-am pus niste tocuri si m-am dus la un spital sa aplic pentru un job. Aveam terminate studiile medicale cand fiica mea avea trei luni si aveam multa incredere in mine insami. Dupa interviu doctorul mi-a spus ca mai sunt inca 40 de oameni care vor jobul acela, dar pentru ca ii place foarte mult de mine, o sa mi-l dea mie. In scurt timp am devenit starul spitalului pentru ca eram frumoasa, eleganta si stiam sa o arat. Cand am aplicat pentru job nu stiam ca acela e spitalul unde se trateaza liderii comunisti. Eram asistenta acolo si in curand am inceput sa fiu trimisa in casele celor care aveau nevoie de mine.
Am inceput sa am amanti printre ei. Cativa din ei erau romantici si se purtau foarte frumos cu mine. Imi amintesc de cel a carui pozitie ar fi acum echivalenta cu cea de primar, un barbat care m-a tratat ca pe o regina. Ma astepta cu flori, muzica buna, vin de calitate. Imi pregatea baia, ma rasfata ca pe un copil, apoi faceam dragoste. Mi-a dat un apartament pe care inca il mai am in Rusia. De fapt, a ramas al sotului dupa divort. Barbatul acesta a fost tandru si romantic sase luni de zile cat a durat povestea noastra. Dupa aceea sotia lui pe care o iubea foarte mult s-a imbolnavit si legatura a incetat.
Niciodata nu am vrut sa separ familii, cupluri, sa cauzez suferinta. Niciodata nu am fost eu cea care a facut primul pas in lucrurile astea. Stiam sa imi vad de treburile mele si sa fiu discreta in timp ce ma bucuram de avantajele pe care le primeam. Discretia era foarte importanta in timpurile alea, mai ales cand lucrai cu liderii comunisti.
Pana cand m-am maritat din nou, am avut numai genul asta de iubiti. Toti erau atrasi de mine, desi nu am incercat niciodata sa ii vrajesc. Lucrurile se intamplau natural. Luxul si toate lucrurile scumpe veneau la fel de natural dupa aceea. Pentru ca le placea de mine si pentru ca era important sa fiu fericita si discreta.
La un moment dat am inceput sa iau lectii de masaj de la unul din cei mai buni maestri in domeniu. Ma specializasem pe coloana vertebrala. Pot spune in 10 secunde ce problema are cineva la coloana. Aveam increderea sefilor mei, asa ca mi s-a oferit un job la spitalul KGB-ului.
Dar inainte, un alt barbat mi-a calcat pragul cabinetului. Avea cea mai importanta pozitie in regiune. Mi-a fost atat pacient cat si amant. Numele lui era Gorbaciov. Mi-l amintesc pe el si pe sotia lui, Raisa foarte clar. Imi spunea ca Raisa e creierul lui. In public era foarte atent si plin de afectiune pentru ea, dar o insela la greu. Cred ca ea stia, dar nu-i pasa prea mult. Raisa era o femeie fascinanta, distincta, eleganta si rigida. Era si foarte desteapta. Ea i-a planuit toate miscarile politice. S-au intalnit la facultate si au ramas impreuna de atunci. El n-ar fi fost nimic fara ea. Gorbaciov inca isi mai aminteste de mine. Probabil am fost o amanta buna.
In vremurile acelea, cand prietenele fiicei mele erau numai copiii numelor importante din comunism, am intalnit un muncitor. L-am trimis la facultate, i-am gasit un job important si i-am oferit indirect ocazia de a ma parasi. Toate lucrurile astea i-au crescut ambitia, iar cand a intalnit-o intr-o delegatie in Irak pe fiica unui ministru al Estoniei, nu s-a mai intors acasa. Am avut un copil impreuna, dar nu si-a vazut niciodata fiica. E un cantec pe care mi-l amintesc din momentele alea care ma face si acum sa plang cand il ascult. L-am iubit mult pe barbatul acela. Aproape m-am sinucis din cauza lui.
Dupa o perioada, fiica mea s-a mutat in America si m-a ajutat sa ma mut in Polonia. M-am casatorit din nou in Polonia si am lucrat si pentru presedintele Poloniei, dar nu mai era acelasi lucru. In Polonia nu am avut privilegii, doar am lucrat ca un cal de povara. Acolo lucrurile merg altfel. Imi amintesc toate femeile acelea din Rusia care aveau pozitii importante doar pentru ca stiau pe cine sa atraga in paturile lor. Chiar si in ziua de azi decanul facultatii de medicina din Stavropol e o femeie al carui merit a fost ca a stiut cu cine sa faca sex pentru a primit jobul asta. Mi-a fost colega la scoala.
Comunismul a fost in mare parte despre nepotism si abuzuri de putere, despre uciderea gandirii, dar oamenii aveau totusi o anumita stabilitate. Toata viata mea am avut ce am vrut. Au fost multe dezamagiri si multa suferinta. Dar de ce sa fiu trista acum? Mai bine sa fiu fericita cu ce am. Hai sa dansam. Prea multa nostalgie pentru o zi.
Femeia a plecat cu un zambet larg, leganandu-si trupul in ritmul muzicii cu un pahar de arak in mana dreapta. Numele ei e Valentina, are 63 de ani, s-a nascut intr-un oras din Nordul Muntilor Caucaz numit Stavropol si e un terapist foarte bun. Are maini de aur si ii place sa faca masaj. Chiar daca e pensionata si in vacanta in Bali, are ustensilele cu ea. Desi vorbeste in rusa cu oamenii din jur, toata lumea o intelege, pentru ca e foarte expresiva.
E multa energie si viata in femeia asta care inca e frumoasa si fermecatoare chiar daca are mai multe kg de cand era tanara. E feminina si stie cum sa o arate. Are puterea femeii care isi cunoaste valoarea fara a-si fi pierdut romantismul vietii. Iubeste viata in toate manifestarile ei.
Iubeste sa cante si sa danseze si prezenta ei face placere tuturor. Invata acum sa fie bunica unui baiat de 8 ani care a fost nascut in Hawaii si vorbeste numai engleza. Isi petrece timpul inotand, invatand copiii localnicilor cantece rusesti si gatind salate delicioase. Iubeste mancarea care e o parte importanta din viata ei.
In ultimele zile si-a facut o prietena noua, o rusoaica cazata la hotelul de alaturi. Valentina e fericita ca oamenii din Europa de Est se apropie atat de usor unii de altii. E fericita ca a fost nascuta in Rusia. Iar eu sunt fericita ca am cunoscut-o.