'The inhabitants of the settlement near the station were evacuated within a matter of hours and then, when it had become clear that there was a potential threat to the health of people in the adjoining zone, they also were moved to safe areas.
'Nevertheless, the measures that were taken failed to protect many people. Two of them died at the time of the accident — an adjuster of automatic systems and an operator at the nuclear power plant.
'As of today two hundred and ninety-nine people have been hospitalized, diagnosed as having radiation disease of varying degrees of gravity. Seven of them have died. Every possible treatment is being given to the rest.'
In their flat in Kiev, the Didchuks and the old parents were clustered around their set. 'He has not mentioned the children who were evacuated,' Mrs. Didchuk fretted.
'But none of those are suffering from radiation disease,' her husband said soothingly. 'After all, you spoke to our daughter on the telephone just yesterday.'
'I do not want to speak to her on the telephone! I want to hold her in my arms!'
'Soon, my dear. And now, look! Comrade Gorbachev is angry!'
He was at least scowling as he said harshly, 'I cannot fail to mention one more aspect of that affair. I mean the reaction abroad to what happened at Chernobyl.' He paused for a moment. His expression softened as he went on. 'In the world on the whole, and this should be emphasized, the misfortune that befell us and our actions in that complicated situation were treated with understanding.
'We are profoundly grateful to our friends in socialist countries who have shown solidarity with the Soviet people at a difficult moment. We are grateful to the political and public figures in other states for their sincere sympathy and support.
'We express our kind feelings to those foreign scientists and specialists who showed their readiness to assist us in overcoming the consequences of the accident. I would like to note the participation of American medics Robert Gale and Paul Terasaki in the treatment of affected persons and to express gratitude to the business circles of those countries which promptly reacted to our request for the purchase of certain types of equipment, materials, and medicines.
'But—' and now he was scowling—'it is impossible to ignore and not to assess politically the way the event at Chernobyl was met by the governments, political figures, and the mass media in certain NATO countries, especially the U.S.A.
'They launched an unrestrained anti-Soviet campaign.
'It is difficult to imagine what was said and written these days—'thousands of casualties,' 'mass graves of the dead,' 'desolate Kiev,' that 'the entire land of the Ukraine has been poisoned.' And so on and so forth.
'Generally speaking, we faced a veritable mountain of lies — most brazen and malicious lies. It is unpleasant to recall all this, but it should be done. The international public should know what we had to face. This should be done to find the answer to the question: What, in actual fact, was behind that highly immoral campaign?
'Its organizers, to be sure, were not interested in either true information about the accident or the fate of the people at Chernobyl, in the Ukraine, in Byelorussia, in any other place, in any other country.
'They were looking for a pretext to exploit in order to try to defame the Soviet Union and its foreign policy, to lessen the impact of Soviet proposals on the termination of nuclear tests and on the elimination of nuclear weapons, and, at the same time, to dampen the growing criticism of U.S. conduct on the international scene and of its militaristic course.
'Bluntly speaking, certain Western politicians were after very definite aims — to blast the possibilities for balancing international relations, to sow new seeds of distrust and suspicion toward the socialist countries….'
In Warner Borden's flat he rose to refill Emmaline's glass, but she put her hand over it. 'No more, please,' she said. 'I've got to get back to my own place, but thanks for letting me watch your TV.'
'Don't thank me,' he smiled, holding the wine bottle ready in case she changed her mind. 'Thank old Gorbachev. He's sure putting on a show.'
Emmaline hesitated. 'Actually, I think he's got a point—'
'About what? About what the papers said in America? Well, hell, honey, if the Russians had just come out with some real facts, all that speculation wouldn't have happened.'
'I suppose so,' Emmaline said thoughtfully. 'Anyway, he did mention the American doctors.'
'Sure. One line. And now — listen, he's getting started on disarmament. You don't want to miss this — and, look, there's just another drop in the bottle; we might as well finish it off.'
'The accident at Chernobyl,' Gorbachev was saying, 'showed again what an abyss will open if nuclear war befalls mankind. For inherent in the stockpiled nuclear arsenals are thousands upon thousands of disasters far more horrible than the Chernobyl one…
'The nuclear age forcefully demands a new approach to international relations, the pooling of efforts of states with different social systems for the sake of putting an end to the disastrous arms race, and of a radical improvement of the world political climate…'
But in Simyon Smin's room at Moscow's Hospital No. 6, no one heard the last words of the whispered voice from the television set, though Vassili Smin was gazing at it, his eyes brimming with tears. His brother Nikolai was leaning against the window with his forehead pressed against the glass, his eyes closed. His mother was looking into space with an expression that was neither angry nor sad; it was the baffled look of a woman who would not have believed things could have gone so badly for her.
On the other side of the room his grandmother was closing his father's eyes. The plastic drapes had been pushed back. The blood-exchange machine sat silent, its lights dark. Simyon Smin looked as though he were sleeping, his mouth open, the broad, friendly face a mask.
'What did he say before, that nine persons were already dead from Chernobyl?' Aftasia asked. 'Now it is ten.'
Chapter 33
In the town of Mtino, not far from Moscow, there is a quiet cemetery. Two hundred yards from its gate a special plot has been set aside. It has only a few graves in it now, though there is space for a good many more. It is called the 'Heroes' Plot.' All the people buried there have one thing in common. They died in the same place — Hospital No. 6—and they came from the same place — the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station.
There weren't many mourners at the funeral of Simyon Mikhailovitch Smin; altogether there were ten. His two sons, his wife, his mother. Two doctors from Hospital No. 6. His faithful 'Comrade Plumber.' The Second Secretary of the Communist Party of Pripyat, glad to take a day off from the other reasons he was in Moscow to pronounce the obsequies for Smin. And two others. It was the two others who astonished the doctors and probably the Second Secretary as well, because they arrived in a Zil and a whisper went around the group with their names: Comrades F. V. Mishko and A. P. Milaktiev. Members of the Central Committee. Only old Aftasia Smin had the temerity to walk up to them and greet them by name, though after that they spoke or at least nodded to everyone else, affably enough.
Said Aftasia to the older of the two, 'Thank you for coming, Fedor Vassilievitch.'
'Ah, but why not?' protested the minister. 'Your son was a good man. He died a hero. There is no doubt in my mind that when the investigative commission finishes its work he will be found to have performed in an exemplary way. Also,' he added, 'there are not so many Old Bolsheviks left that I would not pay honor when a member of one's family dies.'
Aftasia disregarded that. 'Are you so sure about the results of the commission?' she demanded.
Milaktiev answered for him. 'No one can predict the findings until all the evidence is in. Human error is always possible. But I myself have seen most of the depositions. Your son cut corners, Aftasia Israelovna, but always for the good of his plant, never for private gain.'
'I agree,' Mishko added, nodding. 'And you see for yourself: he is being given an honorable funeral.'
'But a small one,' said Aftasia shrewdly. Then she relented. 'It was good of you both to come, in any case. Let me introduce you to his widow and his sons.'
