Cecelia Holland

“The rabbits and chickens lived in the courtyard space at the far end of the big two-story guardhouse. Everything wooden, the fences, the wall, the hutches on their stilts, was painted dark green, a flat ugly color against the complex natural greens of the cactus and the hedges and the trees. Trotsky put on his work gloves—he was very finicky about his hands—and got the rabbits out of their hutches, looking over each one for ticks or skin problems or signs of hairballs. He had read up on rabbit food and designed their diets himself, and learned about their diseases and habits, as absorbed in this task, as precise and methodical, as he had been in building the Red Army.”
― Cecelia Holland, The Death of Trotsky