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Thursday, 09 September 2010
Home arrow Travels arrow Black Sea arrow Black Sea 6 (RUSSIA)

Black Sea 6 (RUSSIA)

CLOSE-UP VIEW OF A TINY TYRANT

His strange lifestyle. . .His daughter’s descriptions.. . The room where he signed  the decree which was a death warrant for tens of thousands of his countrymen.. . A continental bloodbath taking place while he played billiards “to keep fit”.  His peculiar  power, enabling him to earn the loyalty of people whose parents he had ordered killed….

              

 WELCOME TO SOCHI.

  This is the modern Customs House - with the Red Star on its spire - marking the home of Stalin - and the gateway to the Winter Olympics.  It is the harbopur serving the most popular summer resort of Russia.


Sochi was our furthest port of call, just a stone’s throw from the troubled state of Georgia where Stalin was born.

Russia wrested the littoral below the Caucus from the Turks and the mountaineering tribes of the Ottoman Empire less than 110 years ago. They named it Sochi, and the Tsar’s nobles instantly occupied it as a refuge from “the frosty blasts of freezing winds and shivering blizzards” that sweep across the rest of Russia.

Later, Joseph Stalin chose Sochi as his “summer capital” to which he could retreat and ponder his next paranoid plot.  

Conversely, Russia’s “summer capital” of sub-tropical comfort is due to host the Winter Olympic Games in 2014.  They will be staged immediately above the resort on the slopes of the Caucasus Mountains.

Sochi has been a Russian favourite from the day they gave it its new name, for its climate is not only benign, it is perfect for growing tea - Russia’s favourite non-alcoholic beverage.

Sochi is a favourite, too, of Vladimir Putin, ex-President and Prime Minister of Russia.

Investments are pouring into this seaside health resort, transforming it into a flourishing 21st century city. Property in some of its areas is more expensive than in Moscow. It has only half a million residents, but more than three million Russian tourists visit it each year, spreading themselves along 145 miles of the littoral, making Sochi “the longest city in Europe”.  (Recently our little South African sea-side resort of Hermanus renamed its municipality Overstrand and spread about 150 kilometres east and west along the tip of Africa, taking in villages from False Bay to beyond Walker Bay, thus allowing it the dubious claim of being “the longest village in the world” ).
Though officialdom tends to hush it up, Sochi’s most famous (or infamous) claim is that is the place of Stalin’s favourite dacha.  He had numbers of them across the USSR, but this one in the extreme south was his second home. It was the source of countless millions of deaths.

We arrived at its gates on a calm, sunny day. The only darkness was the dacha’s forbidding entrance, painted in its original camouflage-green in a shadowed forest.

  Stalin first came here for his health in 1925, staying in the villa of a rich citizen – a economic circumstance that irritated him, until he arranged for the State to buy it and refurbish it for him in 1937.

Gateway to Stalin's massively        guarded dacha complex

 Seventy years later you can stroll passed the long double-storied line of bodyguard quarters and guestrooms to Stalin’s dark-panelled home which has been preserved just as he used it.
You will see in the main room a waxwork Stalin sitting at his desk. The desk, made of oak, is the original one: low, small and bearing the silver writing-set presented to him by Mao Tse Tung.
Stalin’s slight frame, only 1.67m high, is able to dominate the room, despite the big map spread across the wall behind him. Only when I saw the mannequin model of him did I appreciate  precisely how tiny the great dictator was – quite contrary to the photos and images of him that still exist.  
Much of his work room is empty, for it was also used as his private cinema.  ‘Private’ meant that no-one, including family, was allowed to enter while he was watching movies. (There was a special cinema hall in another wing, for when he chose to entertain guests).

Entrance to Stalin's private quarters

 “He loved films, he enjoyed them as private entertainment, as well as seeing them as one of the great tools in making propaganda.   He loved Charlie Chaplin! But he always sat alone on the sofa in his room when watching films. He did not allow anyone to see any personal emotion,” said our guide. “Every night he would sleep on the sofa – or on that cot there, next to his desk.


“He had a damaged hand since childhood, and he would not allow anyone except his daughter to attend his medical treatments or bathing sessions. And he had a secret route to his own pavilion beside the warm springs.”

 His only daughter was 84 years old  in 2007. She left Russia after he died, deliberately cutting all ties with her homeland. After living in London, Germany and elsewhere, she finally settled in New York.   She is quoted (in an English translation made in Sochi) as saying of her father: “I had such a feeling, that I was standing at a great mountain feet, and he was on its top. You cry something there . . .but just a few words fly so far. And from there also, just separate words reach you, so you can’t tell everything, talking like that, can’t have a good long talk.  Sometimes we walked. It was easier. . .”

Stalin had few if any real friends, it seems. The photos on display show only close family, visiting politicians – and bodyguards relaxing at his picnics in “the Green Grove” surrounding his dacha. His constant companion at Sochi was a local electrician who helped him win at billiards. “The tradesman was permitted to win, but not too highly. . . and not too blatantly. Stalin didn’t tolerate anyone but his partner ever to beat him.”

  However, if he didn’t have friends, he did have millions of loyal admirers in Russia; despite his treachery, his paranoia and his pathological violence.
Unlike Hitler - his greatest enemy and fellow dictator – Stalin has not been disowned and entirely rejected by his country. His preserved dacha is a reminder of this, and even immediately after perestroika in the 1980s when his reputation was at its lowest, the Russian attitude to a man whom many believe was history’s greatest killer, was ambivalent.

A favourite and flattering painting of the dictator

A beguiling little booklet in English, advertising the “Health Resort Zelenaya Roscha (‘The Green Grove’)”  illustrated this ambivalence – even before Putin’s Government published in November 2007, proclamations that seem to attempt to restore Stalin’s place in the pantheon of Russian Heroes of the People.
Under the heading ‘Dictator and Man’, the Health Resort’s pamphlet about the dacha tiptoes its way around Stalin thus:
“As people say, time puts everything to its places. So, concerning Josef Stalin it has not done yet.
 In
the years of perestroika in Sochi Art Museum hosted an art exhibition devoted to Stalin's prisons. The pictures were mediocre, but it seamed that there were no one indifferent in the hall. In the book of wishes and references diametrically opposite opinions about Josef Stalin came into collision.
Some wrote about
their hatred to the dictator, because they had lost their relatives in exiles. The others were indignant with talking slanderously about the person, who managed to lead us to Victory over the fascism. One veteran just wrote two numbers of five figures — the first was his personal number in Buhenvald, the second — in Russian prison, in Kolima.
But at the same page, by red ink was written a famous quotation of Winston Cherchil, that Stalin took Russia with wooden plough, but left with atomic weapon. And nothing could be said against that to any author of such contrary opinions”

At the same time, the English-language pamphlet does not attempt to rewrite history . . . as the Kremlin may be doing as I pen this.
Dealing with the notorious era of terror set off by Stalin in 1937, the Health Resort’s pamphlet states:
“Not so long ago contemporary investigators cited two numbers, showing clearly the whole horror of that terrible time. In 1936 in Soviet Union, 1023 death sentences were convicted.  In 1937 – the number increased to 350 thousands.
Can you feel how cheaper human’s life became.
Millions of people were sent to prison.  That was the price of a short telegram, sent from Sochi to Moscow.”

In 2007, two American writers summed up Stalin’s iron rule more succinctly:
“He (Stalin) sent 18 million people, mostly innocent, to the Gulags and, through firing squads and mass starvation, killed perhaps 20 million people.”

Yet, despite perestroika and all the revelations by Russian historians in the past 20 years, “Stalin was one of the most popular rulers of this country, and older people think joyously of him and of the Motherland,” we were told.
Our informant had a personal, strange story to tell.
“My grandfather worked in a publishing house, and had a dream of translating some satirical books for Russians to read. A colleague reported him to the authorities. Grandfather was arrested in the night, and sent to Siberia. My father woke up to find he had disappeared. Grandfather was locked up for seven years. . . But we never knew what happened. Nobody ever told us the truth."
Her grandfather, it seems, walked out of his Siberian camp. . . never to be seen again.
She told us of a a friend of the family who was imprisoned for ten years without a trial. When he was released, the Nazis were attacking Moscow, and he became devoted to Stalin’s regime.

Nowadays, she said, young Russians were hardly interested in politics.
“My son thinks times like those will never come again. . . but many middle-aged people think back with longing. It was easy to live under the regime. Under perestroika, it was difficult.  For old people, it is still sometimes very hard. The price of bread keeps rising, and the pensions are now too small.
 “Under the regime, everyone was silent, for fear of being reported for something. Today the old people still stay silent on political issues.
‘There is my diary. And when I am dead you can read it,” they say.

We were silent ourselves as we left Stalin’s last home to return our own temporary, but luxurious freewheeling home on the ocean. Sochi town-centre, filled with luxury and modern buildings, also seemed a quite different world to the one we had stumbled on behind the walls of Stalin’s dacha.

See ‘mass murderer’ [[[Or whatever I’m going to call the article. . . .Story of Stalin still to be written for Biog. Section]]].

 
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