Until one midnight in mid-July of 1918, few people had
ever heard of Yekaterinburg. Drama, in the shape of exceptional
happenings, had never stopped there. The inhabitants of the town
were satisfied that this should be so, quite content to
exist inside ordinary life. But then, on that midnight in July
certain foreign sounds impinged on the normal nightly Yekaterinburg noises.
At the time not a soul sleeping in town heard
them – shotgun blasts that, all told, ended nine human lives.
But afterward townspeople found fantasy recreating them over and again —
those somber explosions that stimulated the fires of civil war.
Paraphrases from the novel In Cold Blood by Truman Capote.