Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 01<br />
than American. Going to the lengths of having you circumcised<br />
sounds like Russian lunatic thoroughness. That must have stung.<br />
You nearly got away with it,’ she told him. ‘You cleaned your shoes<br />
before I could find any of Mrs. Katz’s china in your soles. You had<br />
a getaway car arranged when you failed to snatch my h<strong>and</strong>bag.<br />
I wonder if, when we search you, we’ll find your other passport?<br />
You can’t have come here just because of Yossi. You must have<br />
been here all along.’<br />
‘Yes, yes,’ snarled Isaac Cohen. ‘My name is Ivan Vassiliov.<br />
Of course I was here. Four years I have been here. I was sent<br />
to infiltrate the Jews in Melbourne, the young counterrevolutionaries,<br />
the Zionist conspiracy to overthrow the revolution.<br />
I learned the language, I learned the customs, I read Torah. I<br />
was a very good Jew. When I found out about the compound, I<br />
received my instructions. I had orders to kill the inventor when<br />
I had his invention. The revolution needs it.’<br />
‘You were going to kill me?’ asked Yossi, bewildered. ‘You<br />
were going to kill me?’<br />
‘Of course. With you dead <strong>and</strong> the formula in my h<strong>and</strong>s,<br />
who was to say where it came from?’ asked Isaac reasonably. ‘I<br />
tell you, the New Russia requires it.’<br />
‘But, Isaac,’ he protested, <strong>and</strong> Ivan Vassiliov turned in the<br />
policeman’s grasp <strong>and</strong> spat in his face.<br />
‘Filthy Jew,’ he snarled.<br />
‘That’s quite enough of that,’ said Robinson. ‘Come along.<br />
Immigration’ll want you after you get out of jail,’ he said to<br />
the young man. ‘They’ll deport you smartish <strong>and</strong> I hope the<br />
Russians have joy of you. Nasty piece of work,’ said Robinson,<br />
<strong>and</strong> shoved the struggling ex-Cohen from the room.<br />
Yossi was led away to wash his face. Julia Abrahams said<br />
helplessly, ‘But he seemed so nice.’<br />
‘Zeeser Gottenyu!’ Mrs. Grossman fanned herself. ‘Sweet God,<br />
a Russian! In my house, yet!’<br />
Mr. Abrahams went to the cupboard, poured busily, <strong>and</strong><br />
passed around small glasses of strong sherry. Everyone sipped