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==== On March 5, 1953, Joseph Stalin died. ====

His death sent a wave of confusion and cautious hope through the Soviet Union. Power struggles followed. Eventually, Nikita Khrushchev emerged as General Secretary and began a tentative process of destalinization.

The Doctors' Plot was declared a fabrication. Jewish cultural figures were quietly rehabilitated.

And into that cautious air, the surviving Gershovitz siblings began to breathe again—however shallowly.

====== In 1955, Israel was invited to republish his early revolutionary poems in a new “Patriotic Verse” anthology. He accepted—on the condition that one new poem could be included. ======

That poem, “Comrade Silence,” was a subtle but unmistakable critique of Stalinist terror. It read in part:

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The censors allowed it, unsure whether it was metaphor or homage.

Israel, now partially paralyzed on one side, gave a halting reading at the Writers’ Union Hall in 1956. The room was silent. Then came applause—not thunderous, but real.

He wept on stage.

====== In 1954, a young musicologist named Irina Rozanova discovered a yellowed score of Symphony No. 3 in an unmarked envelope. She traced the handwriting to Yakob, now living alone in a communal flat, gaunt and bitter. ======

Irina petitioned the Moscow Conservatory for permission to stage a revival of his works. Surprisingly, it was granted in 1955—part of the cultural thaw.

On a rainy night in November, “Lullaby for a Starved City” was performed publicly for the first time. The audience was stunned.

The next day, Pravda called it “a disturbing, unpatriotic relic.” But within dissident circles, Yakob was hailed as a survivor and prophet.

He declined all interviews.

He told Irina: “I wrote it for no one. But thank you for listening.”

====== Artur remained in state service, though with less authority under Khrushchev. His methods were now quietly deprecated. He retired in 1957, accepting a Party medal and a pension. ======

In private, he grew withdrawn. He reread files on his siblings. Burned some. Hid others.

He never wrote memoirs.

When asked, years later, why he had helped no one, he replied:

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====== In 1956, Franka choreographed a piece for students called “After the Rain,” set to a fragment of Yakob’s early music. ======

It was wordless, abstract, sorrowful—but carried a haunting dignity.

An inspector noted that “while ideologically ambiguous, it contains no clear violations.”

It was performed once, then shelved.

Franka didn’t mind. She had kept her promise: to make Yakob’s music move again.

She began writing down her memories in a diary labeled “Not For Now.”