Suddenly, on the first secretary's desk, the telephone rang. Nikolai Alexandrovich instantly grabbed the receiver and, in a voice of profound respect, if not fear, responded, "Mikhailov speaking... Yes, I understand... We'll come right away."
[later, once they're spent 20 minutes in the caller's office and are about to depart]
"Do you have any requests, Comrades?" Joseph Vissarionovich asked.
Krasavchenko and Pchelintsev were in a state of profound paralysis and a pause hung over the office. I was not affected the same way. I experienced something different: an unprecedented enthusiasm. I wanted to hear words from the supreme commander-in-chief which were addressed specifically to me.
"Yes, Comrade Stalin, I have a request," I said softly. "We really need an English-Russian and Russian-English dictionary, with a grammar textbook as well. Because it's important to know your allies well, just like your enemies!"
"Well said, Comrade Pavlichenko." The leader of the world proletariat smiled. "You will receive the books. From me personally."
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Nearing the latter part of Lady Death. It has been an interesting read, with many moments that are far enough outside of the ordinary to make one consider what they would have done in a similar situation. Typically, these have involved episodes on the front lines - or in no man's land or behind the enemy lines - at Odessa or Sevastopol, literal life-or-death situations. But despite taking place in an office, this was nonetheless another. How would you react if you had twenty or thirty minutes' notice that you were about to meet with your country's leader? What if that leader were like Joseph Stalin, an absolute ruler with a reputation for ruthlessness and capriciousness?
The author is likeable as well. Her penchant for saying things directly, yet with some flair, aids both the events and the retelling of them. Her disdain for the "book-scribbler's guild" and the inaccuracy of Soviet propogandists is clear, sometimes even to those very propogandists. Although she'll ponder whether her arguments with the Battalion Commander and bluntness with the Military Commissar may have cost her a promotion, her subordinates trust her plans completely, and her honesty with the Major-General - someone who seems to genuinely want to know what the challenges on the ground are, so he can better address them - works in her favor. She acknowledges her luck - most prominently, that none of her injuries were fatal, and that one was well-timed enough to lead to an evacuation from Sevastopol - but is a consummate professional, with the fate of an enemy in her sights never relying on luck.