Summer 2001 • Vol. XXIII No. 3/4 FictionJuly 1, 2001 |

Good Night, Mr. Khrushchev

On a cloudy August afternoon, a gazelle makes her way from the bushes on the edge of a field on the president's estate outside of Prague. Captured in Egypt, part of a herd presented as a gift between socialist brethren, Comrade Novotny, I know you will appreciate these beasts noted for their grace and gentleness, a thank-you for a shipment of machine guns from Brno. She peers from the bushes, hesitates for a moment longer, then hops forward into the open grass. Even before she sees the figures at the edge of the meadow, she smells someone unfamiliar. Not that everything isn't unfamiliar at Lány: the weather, the carefully trimmed grass, an abundance of strange new trees to replace the verdure of home, this place crowded and claustrophobic after the desert. She makes her way across the field in leaps, halts and raises her head, moves once more toward the man in the brown coat and cap. He is a quiet man, gentle and patient, already knows the gentle scratch of gazelle teeth when t

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