Here continues the story of my Grossmama Maria.
Jonathan and Maria were rich and happy and generous. Jonathan gave
money to schools, libraries, hospitals and a prison. He was just
about to buy a whole street in Moscow and turn it into an artists'
colony.
Then came the Great
War, and it wasn't popular to be a German in Russia during the war.
He was treated with suspicion. But they didn't take away his
property. That came later. According to the family chronicle, when
they confiscated all his millions, he said: "What
a relief, they were such a nuisance!" For obvious reasons he had
not read the Moomin stories, but this was a very Moominish comment.
The
one who wasn't happy was Elly who had dreamed of going to Paris to
study music at the Conservatory. But there was nothing she could do
about it. So when she was old enough she went to Moscow, but that is
another story.
Back
to Jonathan and Maria. The post-war time in Northern Caucasus was
long and confusing. The rulers changed all the time. One day the
white army came and forced all high school boys and all other young
boys to join them. Next day the red army came and hung and shot
people without asking questions. Eventually the Soviet power was
established, and Jonathan and his family were evicted from their
house. (The house was later turned into an old people's home. When I
visited it in 1991 it was being renovated).
The
family left the town for a nearby village where they lived with a
distant relative. First they lived by selling their belongings. Then
Jonathan got some jobs. From time to time there came orders from the
new government in Moscow to shoot the ten topmost citizens in the
town. This was part of the Great Terror, and the purpose was to hold
people in constant fear. There were orders that ten richest and most
prominent citizens should get shot, and Jonathan had been one of the
richest and most prominent. But someone would come late at night and
say: "Uncle Jonathan, tonight we must come and arrest you and
shoot you. If we don't do it, they'll shoot us. Get away and hide for
a while". So he did. He became a school inspector, then he
worked at a wool factory buying wool. Then someone squealed on him.
Without any reason Jonathan was accused of being a "saboteur"
and "an enemy of the Soviet state", they said that he had
stolen state money. He was tried and sentenced to a year in prison,
which was a very mild punishment at that time. So he went to the very
same prison which he himself once had built.
When
Jonathan was released he moved to a little village where he was
offered a job as an organist in a little German church. He was the
only educated person in the village, and he started a choir, an
orchestra and an amateur theatre there. Then he became a school
teacher. The children had already left their home and moved to Moscow
to study. The first grandchild (that is, my father) was born in 1931.
Maria and Jonathan loved their little grandson who would stay with
them during summers. There was nothing like the wealth and luxury
they one had, but they were happy, far away from the turbulent events
in the big cities.
To
be continued.
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