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=== Ashes, Survival, and the Music of Ruin ===

===== By late 1938, the worst of Stalin’s Great Terror had passed, though the scars—psychological and demographic—remained. Millions were dead or disappeared. Soviet society staggered on in a kind of stunned compliance. =====

And beyond its borders, Europe was sliding into catastrophe.
* Hitler had annexed Austria and the Sudetenland.
* Kristallnacht had revealed the full velocity of Nazi antisemitism.
* And in 1939, the unthinkable happened: the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact, a non-aggression agreement between Hitler’s Germany and Stalin’s USSR, sealed with secret protocols to divide Eastern Europe.

In the corridors of the Kremlin, Artur Gershovitz read the fine print. In the back alleys of Moscow, Yakob heard the irony—his music, once denounced as “Negro corruption,” now fell under suspicion as Jewish cosmopolitanism.

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When Germany and the USSR jointly invaded Poland in September 1939, Israel was called upon to produce ideological verse celebrating the Soviet “liberation” of Eastern Ukrainians and Belarusians.

He complied. His public poems from 1940 were full of triumphant platitudes about unity, Slavic brotherhood, and historical justice. Privately, he was sickened. The Holocaust had not yet begun in full, but reports filtered in—pogroms in Lwów, disappearances in Brest.

His pen began to falter. He developed a tremor in his right hand.

===== Yakob had been unofficially banned from public performance since 1936, but he continued to compose, mostly for private performances or underground theater troupes. He flirted with using pseudonyms, but always returned to his name—Gyorgi—the Hungarian inflection a private nod to his “otherness.” =====

He began composing what would become his wartime masterpiece: Symphony No. 3, “For the Silence Beneath the Snow”, a massive, dissonant work for chamber orchestra, percussion ensemble, and tape-recorded machinery.

The piece was never performed during the war. Its score was hidden in a ceiling panel of the apartment he shared with Franka.

===== When Germany invaded the Soviet Union in June 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. Artur, now mid-level in the NKVD and deeply trusted, was given sensitive internal tasks: =====
* Monitoring morale in besieged cities.
* Tracking wartime collaborators.
* Overseeing population transfers from the western oblasts—including Jewish deportees.

He knew what was happening in German-occupied Poland. He read intercepted German reports from the Einsatzgruppen, knew the names of mass grave sites like Babi Yar and Ponary before they became public knowledge.

He told no one.

When Franka confronted him about rumors of mass shootings of Jews in Ukraine, Artur said only:

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===== When the Germans reached Leningrad, Franka and Yakob were in Moscow, evacuated only days before the front line reached the outskirts. She joined a cultural brigade that toured factories and military hospitals, performing morale-boosting ballet adapted for tiny stages and ice-cold barracks. =====

In 1942, she slipped during a performance for Red Army troops recovering near Kalinin and broke two toes. She danced the next day anyway. The applause was muted, but one soldier wept.

She kept the tear-streaked flower he handed her, pressed in a book of Yakob’s piano miniatures.

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Throughout the war, Israel served on the Union of Soviet Writers’ propaganda committee. He wrote odes to the Red Army’s defense of Stalingrad, commemorative verses for the Partisans, and deeply symbolic elegies for Soviet citizens lost in bombings and famines.

He never once mentioned Jews directly. The Party line was unity, not ethnicity.

But in 1944, after the Red Army liberated Majdanek, Israel requested permission to visit the site. He was denied. Instead, he wrote a poem titled “Dust With No Passport”, never published in his lifetime:

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It was passed hand-to-hand among fellow writers in samizdat form. He nearly lost his position—but was saved by his long-standing political reliability. Barely.

===== During the darkest winter of 1942, Yakob finished his Symphony No. 3. The final movement was scored for: =====
* Solo violin
* Waterphone
* Chain dragged across concrete
* Distant recorded echo of a human breath

He called it “Lullaby for a Starved City.” He never expected it to be heard.

Yet in 1945, at a private gathering of underground composers in a bombed-out hall near Moscow University, the piece was played—partly, hesitantly, trembling with cold.

The audience sat in stunned silence.

A Red Army officer in the back whispered: “This is not music. It’s confession.”

Yakob replied, “That’s the idea.”

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After the war, Israel helped organize the state-sponsored Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee’s literary arm. He saw it as a way to bear witness without disloyalty. But in 1948, with Stalin’s pivot toward postwar antisemitism, the Committee was disbanded.

Several of Israel’s colleagues were arrested. He narrowly escaped—again—due to his prior loyalty and assistance in publishing postwar victory literature.

His health deteriorated. He began drinking heavily, though only at night, alone.

===== In 1948, with the Zhdanov Doctrine in full effect, Yakob was denounced once more—this time formally—as a “rootless cosmopolitan” and “anti-Soviet formalist.” A public letter signed by lesser composers accused him of “trafficking in decadent Western atonality.” =====

He was expelled from the Composers’ Union and barred from performance.

Artur offered to intervene.

Yakob refused.

He stopped composing. But he continued to write music—on pages he burned after finishing. “So it will exist only in me,” he told Franka.

===== By 1948, Artur was a senior administrator in the Ministry of State Security, the NKVD's successor. He was now wealthy by Soviet standards—comfortable flat, private driver, ration exemptions. =====

He made no attempt to help his siblings publicly.

He hosted mandatory literary salons with vetted guests. One evening, a poem by Israel was quoted. He said nothing.

Later, alone, he reread it in full. Then burned it.

===== Her dancing was increasingly subdued. Her body, once lithe and explosive, moved with measured nostalgia. =====

She was kept on the Bolshoi roster out of respect and quiet compliance. She choreographed a children's piece in 1947 called “The Birch and the Banner.” It received state approval and a note from Zhdanov’s office: “Suitably patriotic. Keep her useful.”

She visited Yakob weekly. They never spoke of music.

==== By 1948: ====
* Israel remained a poet no longer read in public, but still alive.
* Yakob was silenced but intact.
* Artur thrived, untouched, the only brother who had never risked anything visible.
* Franka danced without applause.

And behind plaster walls and loose bricks, in hidden boxes and burned pages, their real work remained—unseen, but undefeated.

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