One Night in Winter: A Novel (P.S. (Paperback))

One Night in Winter: A Novel (P.S. (Paperback))

Simon Sebag Montefiore

Language: English

Pages: 496

ISBN: 0062291890

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Inspired by a true story, prize-winning historian and acclaimed novelist Simon Sebag Montefiore explores the consequences of forbidden love in this heartbreaking epic of marriage, childhood, danger, and betrayal that unfolds in Stalin's Moscow during the bleak days after World War II.

As Moscow celebrates the motherland's glorious victory over the Nazis, shots ring out on the crowded streets. On a nearby bridge, a teenage boy and girl—dressed in traditional nineteenth-century costumes—lie dead. But this is no ordinary tragedy, because these are no ordinary teenagers. As the son and daughter of high-ranking Soviet officials, they attend the most elite school in Moscow. Was it an accident, or murder? Is it a conspiracy against Stalin, or one of his own terrifying intrigues?

On Stalin's instructions, a ruthless investigation begins into what becomes known as the Children's Case. Youth across the city are arrested and forced to testify against their friends and their parents. As families are ripped apart, all kinds of secrets come spilling out. Trapped at the center of this witch-hunt are two pairs of illicit lovers, who learn that matters of the heart exact a terrible price. By turns a darkly sophisticated political thriller, a rich historical saga, and a deeply human love story, Montefiore's masterful novel powerfully portrays the terror and drama of Stalin's Russia.

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the House of the Book but I hadn’t had time to pop in until today . . .’ Serafima looked back at him. They were now on the street outside, and he was about to be dismissed. ‘I’m on my way to the Bolshoi to see Prokofiev’s new ballet . . .’ she began, but her words were lost in the skid of tyres. An open-topped Packard had performed a U-turn on Gorky Street and swung towards them so recklessly that its wheels ground against the pavement. Andrei pulled Serafima out of peril’s way, conscious of

‘And you believe that?’ Rosa appeared amazed that anyone could question anything that Nikolasha said. ‘He’s a true original, the ultimate romantic. He guides me. He’s not like anyone else I’ve ever met – surely you can see that? I think one day he’ll be famous, don’t you, Andrei? So are you coming? They’re all going to be there.’ ‘All?’ Andrei asked. And when Rosa nodded, he knew he had to be there too. It was already getting dark, and jagged splinters of scarlet zigzagged across the sky as

what do you suggest, Comrade General? Should we wait for Schpigelglaz’s post-mortem?’ ‘The Instantsiya wants this solved fast, Mogilchuk. It’s obvious what happened. Let’s just tie it up quickly and get on with some real work.’ Kobylov took a drag on his cigarette and then kicked open the interrogating-room door. Vlad, startled, recoiled, knocking his chair over backwards and crouching in the far corner. ‘Hey, easy now! Not so jumpy, eh? Come on. Sit down again.’ Kobylov coaxed Vlad back into

starts,’ said Bradley. Filled with uniformed foreigners and Russian girls, the Bolshoi was the centre of all social life in Moscow, so it didn’t surprise Serafima that Bradley and his American friends were not remotely interested in Prokofiev. Even she, Rosa and Minka had seen it so often they could have danced it themselves. ‘Hey,’ Bradley continued, flashing his amazing American teeth, white and clean and big as icebergs. ‘Wanna join us for dinner?’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find some girls who

you were another silent Bolshevik disciplinarian.’ They had almost avoided the mention of her spouse up to now. It seemed to Satinov to be a significant move in their conversation. ‘He’s strict at home too?’ ‘He never lets us forget. He’s the puritanical conscience of the Party. But I love him, of course. And you?’ ‘Probably Tamara would agree. The Soviet man is a product of our harsh times. But I love my Tamara too, and our friends say our marriage is the happiest they know.’ ‘How

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