The Men Who Work Under the Ground Ben Nadler

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Published: 2012

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41 pages


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The Men Who Work Under the Ground  by  Ben Nadler

The Men Who Work Under the Ground by Ben Nadler
2012 | Paperback | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, AUDIO, mp3, ZIP | 41 pages | ISBN: | 5.60 Mb

An excerpt from The Men Who Work Under The Ground:OdessaBeryl took me after my parents were lostin the pogrom. I don’t say took me injust that he took me. This was business,not a loving-kindness. They needed a boy.I became contraband and smugglerMoreAn excerpt from The Men Who Work Under The Ground:OdessaBeryl took me after my parents were lostin the pogrom. I don’t say took me injust that he took me.

This was business,not a loving-kindness. They needed a boy.I became contraband and smuggler botha prisoner but also a jailoras I led the Circassian girlsto the ports where the Turkish ships docked.I alone of the gang could be trustednot to touch them.

We went through the tunnelsthe arteries that the carried the black bloodof the black market under every partof Catherine’s great port. I came to knowthe passages from Beryl’s ring’s storehouseto each and every one of the docksbetter than I’d ever known the streets above.One day, I was given a simple errand.In my arms was placed a large clay jar, sealedwith wax, and filled, they told me, with the goldeneggs of the sterlet.

I was told todeliver this tribute to the leaderof a stronger gang whom Beryl feared.I was given directions through a sectionof the tunnels I did not know, nor should haveknown, for these routes were not part of our turf.Either Beryl gave the directions poorlyor I was simply as foolish as he said.By the time I knew I was off courseI was too far in to find my way back.I wandered until my torches burned outand for another day after that.When I knew I was lost for good I crackedthe seal.

I should have let each orb reston my tongue and slowly squeezed outthe foreign flavor of the rich man’s table.Instead, I scooped the caviar intomy mouth with two fingers, choking down greatsalty mounds, hungrily as a wharf rat,as if there was someone to snatch it from me.I enjoyed this food of the tsars no morethan I would have a loaf of day old breadwith a little salt.

And when I was done,I settled down to starve.



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