The following is taken from the novel “Koenigsberg,” a historical fiction account of love, murder and intrigue set in 20th Century Eastern Europe.
Anatoly skipped over the loose cobblestones that bordered the waterway and port of the sea town of Pillau. The sun beat down on the late afternoon day and he was full of enthusiasm, as much a boy the age of eight could have. He had under his arm several cold biers in a paper sack given to him from his employer for a job well done that day. “Anatoly, you know you will some day make a nice man for a wife,” his supervisor told to him that day. And that made him happy.
He slowed his pace somewhat as he came upon several tables of gentlemen playing chess, lined along the sea wall and each one more intent to calculate the possible moves of their foes than to consider the sparkling sunlight off the Baltic coast. Anatoly came to the third table in the line and stopped just a few paces behind an older gentleman smoking an ivory pipe and crept quietly to the unmoving figures at the table.
“I know you are there,” the man spoke, softly yet with a hint of knowing. “You can’t think you can surprise an old man each day of the week at the same time of the day, can you?”
“Uncle Daniel, why is it that some days you tell me I surprise you, and other days not?” Anatoly returned, waiting for the answer that was to come, the same answer that came each day.
Daniel Byzenius took the ivory pipe from his mouth. “Some days I want you to feel like you can outwit your Uncle. And other days not. It’s good for a boy to not feel too comfortable, don’t you agree Peter?” Uncle Daniel’s opponent, pulling slightly at his grey beard and more intent on the game half responded to his question, “Yes, well I suppose.”
“Anatoly, I will have Peter beat here in just a few moments. Then I will join you and your family for dinner tonight. I understand your Papa asked for you to find a few things for our meal, were you successful?” Uncle Daniel smiled at Anatoly.
Not wanting to be completely outdone, Anatoly coyly turned to walk away, holding up the bag slightly and departed the match. “You will just need to find out for yourself Uncle Daniel!” And off he went with a trot.
Anatoly’s family lived along a small stream that fed many rivers in the oblast region and for this he was grateful. While the winters could be harsh by some standards, the rest of the year was certainly enjoyable. His two-kilometer long walk from home to the hotel and back again was filled with adventure, and he enjoyed these days in the summer.
As he turned from the cobblestone sea walk and made his way to the dirt road that moved along inland and scurried a river, Anatoly could see in the distance the factory chimneys that surrounded the largest city in the oblast, the city of Koenigsburg. The year was 1897 and Prussia was vibrant with tourists, businessmen, and artists. Anatoly recalled his first communion in the local church, and he was looking forward to his confirmation in the cathedral which sat as the heart of the city ofKoenigsburg. The area thrilled with multi-cultural influences: Germans, Lithuanians, Austrians, Hungarians, Italians, Czech, Latvians and the occasional American. Anatoly liked the Americans, particularly since the businessmen found it a conversation piece to compliment the Prussians on their instruction of the American revolutionaries during the war even over 100 years before.
Although Anatoly’s family was of Russian decent by way of Vilnius the capital of Lithuania, his family used many German words as many of the other families did. Anatoly’s determination was simple: finish work, make his daily chores at home and with errands, and to enjoy the longer summer days. While the winters could be dreadful for enjoying with his friends, Anatoly’s parents made an effort to ensure he would find time in the day for just that during the summer.
As he was watching several small fishing boats making their way along the river, Anatoly slowed to watch one in particular. Anja was a friend from his school, who enjoyed chasing butterflies and catching lizards as much as he, and it was often joked that had the two not shared different mothers that may be brother and sister. Anja’s father was on one of the boats, some half distance across the river which was far too wide at this point for Anatoly to throw a stone across. As he was known for his aim and accuracy in this way, it was by far the wider section of the river. As Anatoly slowed, he could see Anja’s father fixing his lines and nets as the boat slowly made its way along the river. As if on queue, the man on the boat looked up and, shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun, gazed in Anatoly’s direction and waved. Anatoly waved back, and then, tucking his packing under his arm, began to walk faster down the road.
Anatoly liked Anja’s father, although her father spoke no Russian and, according to Anatoly’s mother, had no desire to learn. Anatoly did not understand what that meant, he and Anja and many of their friends spoke a mixture of Russian and German creating almost a secret language that amused or frustrated every parent in the community. But for him the day was most important, what they said and how they said it was the least of his worries.
Anatoly sped along to the road now leading to his family’s home. It was modest by city standards but, as his father would say, it serves the purpose just fine. Anatoly’s entire family stayed in this home and even his cousins where not that far away. They farmed and fished in this area, planting rapeseed and thistle in some sections and wheat and barley in others. As he approached the old home he could see the smoke rising from the fire cooking the evening meal. As he reached even further along the path he could see his mother Marija pulling down the day’s wash from the lines. “Anatoly, you are late. Were you interrupting Uncle Daniel’s game again?” she asked him with a fake look of sternness.
“I don’t think Peter liked the game anyway, Mama. He seemed to be losing very badly.” Anatoly reached his mother and wrapped his boy arms around her mid-section as she kissed his head. “Look Mama,” Daniel said as he handed the paper sack containing his bounty to his mother. “I think at least Uncle Daniel and Papa will enjoy this.”
“I think that you are right. Particularly if they both feel like celebrating the day of your sister’s confirmation. Now please help me bring in the wash and finish with the chores.” Anatoly did as he was told and together he and his mother walked inside.
Their home opened into a common room with adjacent rooms from two sides and several lofts above. In the center of the main room was a large carved wooden table that served multiple purposes above all else the site of the family meals. Anatoly’s sister, Kristina, prepared the final elements of the evening’s supper. At fifteen she was considered a woman suitable for Prussian marriage and several men had already expressed their interests to Anatoly’s father. Anatoly whispered to his sister, “tonight maybe Papa will let you drink a bierí.” Kristina gave him the look of an older sister very fond of her younger brother but also very tired of his antics. “Maybe Papa will let you sleep in the barn,” at which Anatoly and Kristina exchanged laughter.
“Anatoly, please tell your father that it is time to clean-up for supper. Uncle Daniel will be along shortly.” Anatoly acknowledged his mother and headed outside to the fields to find his father.
Adam was a large man, his shoulders rising above the shoulders of his draft horses used to plow and turn the farm soil surrounding their home. Anatoly darted through the fields and caught his father in a heated discussion with one of the horses who seemed to be listening to his words.
“Please next time let’s try to plow in a straight line. I don’t like to look down from the roof and see crazy fields.” The horse simply whinnied and the conversation was over upon Anatoly’s arrival.
“Papa, how are you? How was your day? What did the horse do now?” Adam looked down at his son. “Is there any way I can ask you these questions first, Anatoly? I thought that was what a father was supposed to do.”
Anatoly reached his father with a last step and jumped full speed into his chest. “I am too fast for you,” he said. “No I am too fast for you!” And with that the word for supper was spread in a jostle in the dirt, which the horse approved with another whinny.
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Family dinners were a time to discuss family and world events, and on the evening of special occasions such as the evening of Kristina’s confirmation where Uncle Daniel and other cousins joined, the home was full with the buzz of many discussions usually in Russian, some in Lithuanian. When Adam embraced his brother Daniel it was only a matter of minutes before the discussion moved from the serving of the meal to the recent political conversations. Halfway through the meal, Daniel’s son, William, and his fiancée, Amelia, joined the crowd apologizing for their tardiness and rewarded with supper kept for them. It wasn’t long before the men were discussing world politics and the women were admiring Kristina’s confirmation dress. Anatoly wanted desperately to join the men but felt not completely independent to do so. So as he helped clear the supper dishes he moved from one conversation to the next, as if to turn one ear in one direction to hear one conversation and exactly in the same manner to the other conversation. He had learned this working in the old hotel, finding the right acoustical position to hear simultaneously two or more conversations and in the small home with such inspiring discussion this was made even easier.
“You know the Kaiser is never going to allow for Prussia to be part of Poland, just as our family in Vilnius will never allow the Kaiser to march across Poland and find himself staring in the Czar’s face,” Uncle Daniel sighed as he lit another pipe full of tobacco. “It is indeed a strange time.”
“Yes, strange for those of us sitting in between the two wolves of Europe.” Adam had as well a pipe and was also enjoying an after-dinner smoke. “What of this discussion of the Russians and the situation with the Jews? I understand there are even areas inside Greater Russia where the Jews are encouraged to live and make good business. Our cousins are even considering moving from Vilnius back to Moscow to investigate these possibilities.”
“I for one would like to see America,” stated William. Anatoly nearly dropped his plates. The women, so intent on discussing the morning’s last-minute errands before the confirmation, stopped in mid-sentence. It appears that everyone in their own way had also been listening to the men.
Amelia looked at William. “We agreed that we would discuss this after we were married.” The words nearly trembled out of her lips, but William had already made the decision for both of them. He came to her quickly and sat next to her, and took her hands in his.
“I for one cannot deny that we have our Jewish ancestry. I am so torn by this yet so troubled that we go through the act of the Christian confirmation. In America they do not judge you by what you are but by the hard work you perform. Amelia and I want to raise our children there, not in this craziness of who we are or who we are not.” Amelia’s tears ran down her face and she held William.
Uncle Daniel looked at them both. “Well, I can’t imagine you have told her parents since you did not tell me.” Daniel sighed. “William, when your mother was alive she had all of the answers. For me, and for you, and for your family with Amelia, the answers are yours to find. So I will not tell you what to look for and how to find it. That is up to both of you. I do know this. Not everything you read and hear about America is how it may seem. No place ever is. There is not one perfect place only some that are better than others for some people.”
Anatoly did not quite know what to make of this. Was William in trouble? Was he going away? His head bobbed back and forth from his uncle to his cousin wondering what might happen next. What happened next did not surprise him.
Uncle Daniel approached both William and Amelia and lifted his broad arms and hugged them both. “If that is what you want to do then you have my blessings.” That went better than I thought it would, Anatoly confided to himself.
“Then we have much to do and much to celebrate for all of us,” Adam said. As he lifted his glass he toasted, “To all of us, may we never parish from hunger or thirst, may we always seek the best path life has to offer, finding happiness along the way.” And with that the supper elapsed into the night. But for Anatoly and his family, it was the beginning of a very long journey.