The Trotsky Page #4

that Gourevitch is interviewing

me for The Paris Review.

Uh...

So, uh...

l'm the reincarnation

of Leon Trotsky.

Uh, and you and l

are gonna get married.

Nice to meet you.

- Leon! Leon!

l think it might be better

if you just let her go.

- Really?

Huh. Fair enough.

l mean it's, uh,

it's inevitable anyways, so...

- Right.

- Yeah.

Leon? Supper.

- One minute.

- Oh, come on. You can finish

your little revolution after you eat.

- Please stop reading my journal!

- Well, l figured out

why you're gonna marry him.

- Did he tell you?

No! l looked it up.

Listen to this here.

"Long before Leon Trotsky

and Lenin stormed into Russia

"and created the first

communist state in 1917..."

- Hey, Tiger.

l'm not in your first year

World History survey class.

l know who Trotsky was.

- Fine, then l guess you know

that Trotsky's first wife

was named lexandra, right?

- ig deal.

- And that she was 9 years

older than he,

and that they were introduced

by a man named Franz...

something Czech...

who hosted politically-themed

garden parties in iev, where Trotsky--

then of course still Leon Bronstein--

went to school.

- Come on...

- l'm reading it out of the biography.

You can borrow it.

- No, thanks.

- You should.

- It's kind of creepy.

- Yeah.

- Creepy, funny, harmless.

- For now,

until he starts stalking me.

nd l get the vibe

that's right up his alley.

What's so funny?

- lt's just that apparently

lexandra hated Leon

when she first met him.

- Hmm. lt's so nice

to have you back, Leon.

lt's always so nice when the whole

family is here for Shabbat.

- Yeah, you're always such

a pleasure, Leon.

- l hate you, li.

- Go home, li. Just go.

- See, this is my dad's home too,

which means it's my home.

So l can't really go home,

but nice try.

- li.

- What?

- You're unbelievable.

- She started it.

l'm just-- O...

Sarah, can you stop?

For God's sake.

- - Yeah.

- Shh!

- How's the brisket?

- lt's dry.

- lt's pretty good for a shiksa, Mom.

- li!

- What?

- Dad, make him stop please!

- Sarah!

- l have a question for you.

Leon, you recognize this, don't you?

My Life, by Leon Trotsky.

- How--how did you--

Uh, have l been betrayed so soon?

- Leon!

- You are such a dipshit.

- Can you not act your age?

- l am.

- For God's sake!

- Now, circa 1860 or so...

l just can't find

where your Leon went to

a boarding school in here.

- lt wasn't at

a boarding school.

lt was a public school with

a liberal arts emphasis.

- Oh, of course. l'm sorry.

- l'm sorry.

- Of course

it was a public school.

Let me get it straight.

lt's a little confusing.

So this Leon's father, he didn't

have to pay for his son's--

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