Kremlin bride

Valeriy Zhiglov

The book comprises novels: “Kremlin Bride”, “White Sun of the Desert”, “Three Vertebrae of Fish”, “My Caucasus Holidays”, “A Crocodile with Swan Wings”, and other funny and sorrowful life stories, which happened with the author and other people he knew. The book also discloses details about Lazar Kaganovich’s sister, a participant of Joseph Stalin poisoning.

Kremlin bride

Valeriy Zhiglov

IВ would like toВ present some ofВ my novels for the pleasure ofВ readers. The novels are based on real events from my memory, the events that impressedВ me.

Many people ask: “Why do we live this life? Under certain circumstances, we might feel as if we were spiritual entities, missing any material body”.

– Apparently, we live to gain life experience, to improve our soul even further. This very experience may be obtained by personal example, or by our co-involvement in it with other people.

В В В В AВ few words from the author

© Valeriy Zhiglov, 2017

ISBNВ 978-5-4483-0285-5

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SГјsse Milch

Dedicated toВ all emigrants

Prayers and sorrow are for the eyes ofВ your soul,

My sickness, my fear, the cry ofВ my conscience,

Everything at the end, and everything at the beginning

Are for the eyes ofВ your soul.

В В В В Igor Severianin

After graduating from a university, I got some free time and I decided to spend it on vacations high in the mountains, by the lake Issyk Kul. It was early morning, when I and other tourists took a long trip in a bus across mountain saddles. The city Almaty and the mountain lake Issyk Kul may be separated by 50 km only; yet it took around 10 hours in the bus to pass Tien Shan mountain passage in between, which serpentines in a manner that goes far beyond one’s wildest expectations. On our way, there were several short stopovers, and tonight, we finally arrived to the destination point, a tourist camp Tamga, located on the southern shore of the lake. Tired after such a long journey, we had supper and went to bed.

The weather was cool during our holidays. Those were sunny days, and one could even get sunburns, yet water inВ the lake was pretty cold. Therefore, the second day ofВ my vacations was marked with some weakness, and tonight IВ already had full-scale fever heat. IВ did not have any medicine against fever with me; therefore, IВ had no choice but toВ try toВ get some inВ aВ local medical station.

Having entered the station, IВ saw aВ young and nice lady, approximately 18В years old, full ofВ optimism. Her whites emphasized her good body, and the white headscarf did not fully hide her golden hair. Her blue eyes, opened wide, on her face full ofВ sunspots, really impressed with their innocent look ofВ aВ child. IВ remembered IВ saw her earlier, not inВ her white uniform, but wearing some dress full ofВ colors, and she looked different toВ other relaxed tourists.

We exchanged glances, and IВ told her about my fever and asked for some remedy against it. IВ took the pills she kindly offered, but for some reason did not hurry toВ leave. We spoke aВ little, and soon IВ knew she had her practice ofВ aВ nurse after her first year ofВ studying medicine inВ aВ university, at this tourist camp.

Her name was Maria; she also told me a little later that her close relatives called her Süße Milch, apparently, because she liked that sweet milk drink when she was a child. I also started calling her Süße Milch, or “sweet milk”, if translated from German. There were many German families living on those lands, after they were moved to Central Asia during the Second World War. Almost all of them were known as people that work hard and are very accurate in their work.

Very soon we became friends, then even more. We often walked together with Maria across beautiful surroundings ofВ the nice lake, enjoying watching blue water ofВ the lake framed byВ aВ stone ring ofВ white mountain peaks, and talked about various things.

Sometime IВ was reading for her the poe