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More oxford books @ www.OxfordeBook.comFore more urdu books visit www.4Urdu.comCHAPTER ONEFrom Russia to Roosevelt$it was a wintry day in 1918 when the Red Guard pounded on thedoor of Zinovy Rosenbaum’s chemistry shop. The guards bore aseal of the State of Russia, which they nailed upon the door, signalingthat it had been seized in the name of the people. Zinovy could at leastbe thankful the mad whirl of revolution had taken only his property, nothis life. But his oldest daughter, Alisa, twelve at the time, burned withindignation. The shop was her father’s; he had worked for it, studiedlong hours at university, dispensed valued advice and medicines to hiscustomers. Now in an instant it was gone, taken to benefit nameless,faceless peasants, strangers who could offer her father nothing in return.The soldiers had come in boots, carrying guns, making clear that resistancewould mean death. Yet they had spoken the language of fairnessand equality, their goal to build a better society for all. Watching, listening,absorbing, Alisa knew one thing for certain: those who invokedsuch lofty ideals were not to be trusted. Talk about helping others wasonly a thin cover for force and power. It was a lesson she would neverforget.Ayn Rand’s father, Zinovy Rosenbaum, was a self-made man. His bootstrapwas a coveted space at Warsaw University, a privilege granted to onlya few Jewish students. After earning a degree in chemistry, he establishedhis own business in St. Petersburg. By the time of the Revolution he hadensconced his family in a large apartment on Nevsky Prospekt, a prominentaddress at the heart of the city. His educated and cultured wife, Anna,came from a wealthy and well-connected background. Her father was anexpert tailor favored by the Russian Army, a position that helped shieldtheir extended family against anti-Semitic violence.9