A vivid, shocking, at times poetic revelation of a world we never imagined existed. Siberian Education is a real-life Eastern Promises seen through the eyes of a boy growing up in the close-knit community of the Urkas, descendants of criminals relocated from Siberia to the banks of the Dniester River, between Moldavia and Ukraine, in the 1930s. A tale of an extreme boyhood — violent, governed by rules of honour passed down through legend and taught via elaborate and mysterious tattoos, and ultimatedly doomed to disappear amidst post-Soviet capitalist gangsterism: an utterly unique look at a vanished society from someone who knew it intimately, even though he is not yet 30 years old.
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NICOLAI LILIN was born in 1981 and grew up in the small Soviet republic of Transnistria, which declared its independence from the Russian federation in 1991, although Russia has never recognized this. As a young adult, Nicolai was conscripted into the Russian army and sent to fight in Chechnya. He later became a fisherman off the coast of Ireland, before moving to Italy where he currently runs a tattoo parlour in Turin. Siberian Education is his first book.
JONATHAN HUNT was born in Portsmouth in 1951. He has taught at the universities of Munich, Cambridge, and Turin, and his translations from the Italian include Niccolo Ammaniti's I'm Not Scared and Steal You Away, and Carlo Petrini's Slow Food Nation.
I know it shouldn’t be done, but I’m tempted to start from the end.
For example, from the day we ran through the rooms of a ruined building, firing at the enemy from such close range we could almost touch them with our hands.
We were exhausted. The paratroopers worked in shifts, but we saboteurs hadn’t slept for three days. We went on like the waves of the sea, so as not to give the enemy the chance to rest, carry out manoeuvres or organize their defences. We were always fighting, always.
That day I ended up on the top floor of the building with Shoe, trying to eliminate the last heavy machinegun. We threw two hand grenades.
In the dust that was falling from the roof we couldn’t see a thing, and we found ourselves face to face with four enemies who like us were wandering like blind kittens through the grey, dirty cloud, which reeked of debris and burnt explosive.
I had never shot anyone at such close quarters in all my time in Chechnya.
Meanwhile, on the first floor our Captain had taken a prisoner and killed eight enemies, all by himself.
When I came out with Shoe I was completely dazed. Captain Nosov was asking Moscow to keep an eye on the Arab prisoner, while he, Ladle and Zenith went to check out the cellar.
I sat on the stairs next to Moscow, opposite the frightened prisoner, who kept trying to communicate something. Moscow wasn’t listening to him, he was sleepy and tired, as we all were. As soon as the Captain turned his back, Moscow pulled out his pistol – an Austrian Glock, one of his trophies – and, with an arrogant leer, shot the prisoner in the head and chest.
The Captain turned round, and looked at him pityingly without saying a word.
Moscow closed his eyes as he sat down beside the dead man, overcome with exhaustion.
Looking at all of us as if he were meeting us for the first time, the Captain said:
‘This is too much. Everyone into the cars! We’re going for a rest, behind the lines.’
One after another, like zombies, we trooped off towards our vehicles. My head was so heavy I was sure that if I stopped it would explode.
We went back behind the lines, into the area controlled and defended by our infantry. We fell asleep instantly; I didn’t even have time to take off my jacket and ammunition belt before I fell into the darkness, like a dead man.
Soon afterwards Moscow woke me by hammering the butt of his Kalashnikov on my jacket, at chest level. Slowly and reluctantly I opened my eyes and looked around; I struggled to remember where I was. I couldn’t get things into focus.
Moscow’s face looked tired; he was chewing a piece of bread. Outside it was dark; it was impossible to tell what time it was. I looked at my watch but couldn’t see the digits; everything was hazy.
‘What’s happening? How long have we slept?’ I asked Moscow in a weary voice.
‘We haven’t slept at all, brother . . . And I think we’re going to have to stay awake quite a while longer.’
I clasped my face between my hands, trying to muster the strength to stand up and arrange my thoughts. I needed to sleep, I was exhausted. My trousers were dirty and wet, my jacket smelled of sweat and fresh earth. I was worn out.
Moscow went to wake the others:
‘Come on, lads, we’re leaving immediately . . . We’re needed.’
They were all in despair; they didn’t want to get up. But, grumbling and cursing, they struggled to their feet.
Captain Nosov was pacing around with the handset to his ear, and an infantryman was following him around like a pet dog, with the field radio in his rucksack. The Captain was angry; he kept repeating to somebody or other, over the radio, that it was the first break we’d taken in three days, and that we were at the end of our tether. It was all in vain, because eventually Nosov said, in a clipped tone:
‘Yes, Comrade Colonel! Confirmed! Order received!’
They were sending us back to the front line.
I didn’t even want to think about it.
I went over to a metal tank full of water. I dipped my hands into it: the water was very cool; it made me shiver slightly. I put my whole head into the drum, right under the water, and kept it there for a while, holding my breath.
I opened my eyes inside the tank and saw complete darkness. Alarmed, I jerked my head out, gasping for air.
The darkness I’d seen in the tank had shocked me. Death might be just like that, I thought: dark and airless.
I leaned over the tank and watched, shimmering on the water, the reflection of my face, and of my life up to that moment.
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