Leni Pfeiffer, nee Grüten, German. She is forty-eight years old, she is still beautiful – and in her youth was a true beauty: a blonde, with a beautiful stately figure. She does not work, she lives almost in poverty, she may be evicted from the apartment, or rather, from the house that once belonged to her and which she lost in frivolity during the years of inflation (now in the 1970 yard Germany is already full and rich). Leni is a strange woman to the author, on whose behalf the narrative goes, it is for certain known that she is an “unrecognized genius of sensuality,” but at the same time he learned that Leni was close to a man twenty-five times in his entire life, no more, although many men still crave it. Likes to dance, often dances half-naked or completely naked
Apparently, having found out all this, the author also set out to understand Leni, to learn about her as much as possible, not from her – she is too silent and closed – but from her acquaintances, friends and even enemies. So he began to paint this portrait of dozens of people, including those who do not know Leni at all, but can tell about people who were once important to her.
One of the two close girlfriends of the heroine, Margaret, now lies in the hospital, dying of some terrible venereal disease. (The author claims that she is much less sensitive than Leni, but she simply could not deny the intimacy of any man.) We learn from her, for example, that
Why? For what? Yes, because the general background of the group portrait is a flag with a swastika. After all, Leni was only eleven years old when the Nazis came to power, and all the development of the heroine was swastika, like all the events around her. So, from the very beginning of their rule, the Nazis declared the Catholic Church the second enemy of Germany after the Jews, and Rachel’s sister was both Catholic and Jewish. Therefore, the authorities ordered her to be removed from teaching and hid under the apron of the cleaning woman, and then – outside the cellar door: she was saved from death. But after the death of Sister Rachel, as if refuting the “brown” reality of Germany, the reality of war, arrests, executions, Donos, the roses themselves grow on the grave of a nun. And they bloom in spite of everything. The body is buried elsewhere – the roses bloom and there. It is cremated – roses grow where there is no land, where one stone,
Yes, strange miracles accompany Leni Pfeiffer… A small miracle happens to the author himself, when he comes to Rome to learn more about Rachel’s sister. In the main residence of the Order, he meets a charming and highly-trained nun, she tells him a story with roses – and soon leaves the monastery to become a friend of the author. So that’s it. But alas, for Lenin herself miracles, even light ones, always have a bad ending – but more about this later, first we ask ourselves: who, except Rachel, cultivated this strange woman? Father, Hubert Grüten – there is also his portrait. A simple worker “broke out into people,” founded the construction
battening firm and became rapidly richer by building capacity for the Nazis. It is not very clear why he made money for what he did – he still “threw them in piles, packs,” as another witness says. In 1943, he did absolutely incomprehensible: he founded a fictitious company, with fictitious turnovers and employees. When the case opened, he was almost executed – sentenced to life imprisonment with confiscation of property. (Interesting detail: they exposed him because the names of Raskolnikov, Chichikov, Pushkin, Gogol, Tolstoy were in the lists of Russian prisoners of war…) True, Grüten went into this escalade after the death of his son Henry, who served in the occupation army in Denmark. Henry was shot with his cousin Erhard: the young men tried to sell some Dane gun – it was a protest – they sold for five marks.
And Leni… She lost her brother, before whom she bowed, and the groom – she loved Erhard. Maybe because of this double loss and went somersault its life. Maybe that’s why she suddenly married a man who was absolutely insignificant (he died three days after the wedding – the author nevertheless gives a very detailed portrait of him).
Over all the misfortunes after the conviction of his father, Leni ceased to be a wealthy heiress, and she was sent to serve a labor service.
Again a small miracle: thanks to some high patronage, she fell not to a military enterprise, but to gardening – to weave wreaths – wreaths in those years required a lot. Leni turned out to be a talented platelist, and the owner of gardening Peltzer could not get enough of her. And besides, he fell in love with her – like most of her familiar men.
And there, in gardening, brought to work the prisoner-in-law Lieutenant of the Red Army, Boris L. Koltovsky. Leni fell in love with him at first sight, and he certainly did not resist the young blond beauty. Know the authorities about this novel, they would both be executed, but thanks to another miracle on lovers nobody reported.
The author made great efforts to find out how this Russian officer escaped the concentration camp “with a death rate of 1: 1” and was transferred to the camp “with an extremely low mortality rate of 1: 5, 8”? And besides, from this camp he was not sent, like everyone else, to put out burning houses or dismantle the rubbish after the bombings, and they sent wreaths to weave… It turned out that Boris’s father, diplomat and intelligence officer, serving before the war in Germany, got acquainted with a certain “high-ranking person,” who had enormous influence before, and after, and during the war. When Boris was captured, his father contrived to inform the acquaintance of this, and he found Boris in the most difficult way among hundreds of thousands of prisoners, transferred him – not immediately, step by step, – to a “good” camp and put him to light work.
Perhaps because of contact with the “face” of Koltovsky, the elder was recalled from his residence in Germany and shot. Yes, such is the refrain of this narrative: shot, died, imprisoned, shot…
… They could love each other only during the day – Boris was taken to the camp for the night, – and only during air raids, when it was supposed to hide in the bomb shelter. Then Leni and Boris went to the neighboring cemetery, into a large crypt, and there, under the roar of bombs and the whistling of splinters, they conceived a son. (At night, at home, says Margaret, Leni grumbled: “Why do not they fly in the afternoon? When will they fly again in the middle of the day?”)
This dangerous connection lasted until the end of the war, and Leni showed her unusual cunning and resourcefulness: first she found a fictitious father for a future child, then she managed to register a child as Koltovsky – Boris himself procured a German soldier’s book – at the moment when the Nazis leave and Americans appear. They came in March, and for four months Leni and Boris lived in a normal house, together, and cherished the child together and sang songs to him. Boris did not want to admit that he was Russian, and he was right: soon the Russians “were loaded into wagons and sent to their homeland, to the father of all peoples of Stalin.” But already in June he was arrested by an American patrol, and Boris was sent – as a German soldier – to the mines in Lorraine. Leni rode the whole north of Germany on a bicycle and in November found it at last – in the cemetery: a catastrophe occurred in the mine,
In fact, here is the end of the story of Leni Pfeiffer – as we know, her life goes on, but this life is as if determined by those old, months spent next to Boris. Even that her
They are trying to evict from the apartment, in some way connected with this. And the fact that her son, who was born on the day of a monstrous long hours of bombing, fell into prison for fraud, also correlates with Leni’s love for Boris, though not in a completely clear way. Yes, life goes on. One day, Mehmed, the garbage-Turk, knelt to ask Leni about love, and she surrendered-presumably because she could not stand when a man was on his knees. Now she is waiting for the child again, and she does not care that Mehmed has a wife and children in Turkey.
“We must continue to try to go in an earth carriage, harnessed by heavenly horses” – these are the last words heard from her by the author.