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Ryszard Kapuscinski
Imperium

… in other words, that these are wonders; and all of this constitutes a picture.

— ANDREI BIELY, Imperium

Russia has seen many things during the one thousand years of its history. There is only one thing that Russia has not seen in one thousand years — freedom.

— VASILY GROSSMAN

The present is something that binds us. We create the future in our imagination. Only the past is a pure reality.

— SIMONE WEIL

In Russia, an artist’s entire energy should be directed at showing two forces: man and nature. On the one hand, physical weakness, nervousness, early sexual maturity, a passionate desire for life and truth, a dreaming of a range of activity as wide as the steppe, analysis full of anxiety, a lack of knowledge together with high conceptual flights, and on the other hand — a boundless plain, a severe climate; a severe, gray nation with its heavy, grim history, its Tatar period, officialdom, ignorance, poverty, the humid climate of the capitals, Slavic apathy, etc. Russian life so threshes the Russian that he cannot collect himself, it threshes him like a thousand-pood stick.

— ANTON CHEKHOV

Our dominant impression of things Russian is an impression of a vast irreparable breakdown. The great monarchy that was here in 1914 and the administrative, social, financial, and commercial systems connected with it have, under the strains of six years of incessant war, fallen down and smashed utterly. Never in all history has there been so great a débâcle before.

— H. G. WELLS, 1920

The adventure that is the Soviet Union is the greatest experiment and the most important problem of mankind.

— EDGAR MORIN

Russia vomited out the abomination that they were feeding it.

— FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

The system that governs us is a combination of the old nomenclatura, the sharks of finance, false democrats, and the KGB. I cannot call this democracy — it is a repugnant, historically unprecedented hybrid, and we do not know in which direction it will develop … [but] if this alliance will prevail, they will be exploiting us not for seventy, but for one-hundred and seventy years.

— ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYN, 1992

Something has been clarified there, but something still remains obscure.

— VLADIMIR VOINOVICH

PREFACE

THIS BOOK consists of three parts.

Part 1 is called “First Encounters (1939–1967)” and is a report on my long-ago sojourns in the Imperium. In it I tell about the entrance of Soviet troops into my hometown in the Polesie region of Poland (today this is Belorussia), about a journey across a snow-covered and desolate Siberia, about an expedition to Transcaucasia and to the republics of Central Asia — in other words, to the territories of the former USSR that are filled with exoticism, conflicts, and a singular atmosphere replete with emotion and sentiments.

Part 2 is called “From a Bird’s-Eye View (1989–1991)”; it is an account of several of my longer wanderings over the vast lands of the Imperium, which I made in the years of its decline and final disintegration (final at least insofar as the form in which it existed in 1991 is concerned). I made these journeys alone, bypassing official institutions and routes, and the path of these expeditions led from Brest (the border between the former USSR and Poland) to Magadan on the Pacific, and from Vorkuta beyond the Arctic Circle to Termez (the border with Afghanistan). A total of about sixty thousand kilometers.

Part 3 is called “The Sequel Continues (1992–1993)” and is a collection of reflections, observations, and notes that arose in the margins of my travels, conversations, and readings.

This book is written polyphonically, meaning that the characters, places, and themes that thread their way through its pages might reappear several times, in different years and contexts. However, in contrast to the principles of polyphony, the whole does not end with a higher and definitive synthesis, but, on the contrary, it disintegrates and falls apart, and the reason for this is that in the course of my writing the book, its main subject and theme fell apart — namely, the great Soviet superpower. In its place new states arose, among them Russia — an enormous country, inhabited by a people who for centuries were animated and unified by the imperial ambition.

This book is neither a history of Russia and the former USSR nor a history of the birth and fall of communism in this state nor a handy compendium of knowledge about the Imperium.

It is a personal report based on journeys that I took across the great expanses of this country (or, rather, of this part of the world), trying to get to whatever places time, strength, and opportunity permitted.