aggravated her tuberculosis <strong>and</strong> ended her life prematurely a few months ago. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra expressed her condolence <strong>and</strong>invited him for the evening. <strong>Konrad</strong> was fully aware of what had happened between them. If he, Vladimir, could feel atease with that knowledge, both of them would welcome him most cordially. After a moment of hesitation Vladimiraccepted.He arrived on foot with a bouquet of flowers for Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> a copy of his poems. Apart from the flowers, anextravagant present at this time of year, he was relaxed <strong>and</strong> unaffected.Without a word he bowed to <strong>Konrad</strong> who offered him his h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> then poured a cognac for everyone. The two menretired to the salon while Alex<strong>and</strong>ra prepared supper.Vladimir let himself fall into an easychair. "You have escaped a lot of excitement during your absence."<strong>Konrad</strong> indicated an imaginary line with his flat h<strong>and</strong>. "It was like summer lightening on the horizon, potentially frighteningbut far away. If we had not known St. Petersburg <strong>and</strong> Russia, we could have dismissed the events as barbaric but of noconcern to us. I walked through town today. It appears that St. Petersburg has practically forgotten the bloodbath. Theglittering life continues more hectic <strong>and</strong> more extravagant than before. Private automobiles <strong>and</strong> elegant ladies on NevskyProspect, an unprecedented display of foreign goods in the stores."Vladimir shrugged <strong>and</strong> gestured with his h<strong>and</strong>s. "Yes, yes, the Carnival of Vanities. His Majesty, the Imperial Hamlet, hasforgotten the lesson he should have learned. More arrogant than ever—galvanized by his ultra-right advisors, hishysterical wife, <strong>and</strong> the mystic starets, her father confessor—he has barricaded himself behind the idée fixe of his Godordainedmission. He believes that he alone is bearing God’s heavy h<strong>and</strong>, but also that nothing could happen to him. Heis a sad production."<strong>Konrad</strong> laughed. "Forgive my sarcasm, despite the seriousness of the situation I am reminded of a friend in Munich, whomaintained that all ‘revolutions’ were part of carnival: bearded men, fantastic costumes, a lot of posturing, religiousprocessions. You see, Bloody Sunday happened to fall into the middle of the annual Fasching, the month-longcelebration of orgiastic lunacy in Catholic Munich."Vladimir knitted his brows. "Close up it was less orgiastic than dangerous madness. Bullets were buzzing around yourhead. Nicholas has lost his last credibility among the intelligentsia, the bourgeoisie, the peasants <strong>and</strong> the workers. Evenamong the ultra-right aristocrats, who, behind Witte’s back, are moving to fill the power vacuum created by the continuingindecision of the Tsar. They will try to influence Nicholas to give in to their reactionary bl<strong>and</strong>ishments to dismiss Witte<strong>and</strong> to reverse the small gains we have made towards a constitutional monarchy." He shook his head."I thought Witte had forced Nicholas to sign a constitutional manifest which limits his power <strong>and</strong> calls for theestablishment of a Duma."Vladimir shrugged. "To an outsider it may appear like that, but the Emperor does not care a damn about that document<strong>and</strong> will try to thwart its provisions as best he can. It is a worthless agreement, not going far enough <strong>and</strong> definitely toolate. Who trusts this monarch? Without Witte we would be exactly where we were before the blood bath. Did you hearwhat happened today?"<strong>Konrad</strong> shook his head. Cut off by their long wait in Eydtkuhnen, flooded by contradicting emotions after his arrival in thecity, he had not read the papers.Vladimir raised his eyebrows. "A few days ago, Nosach, the Socialist leader of the Petersburg workers’ Soviet, called foranother general strike. To stem the tide, Witte stood up before the workers <strong>and</strong> gave a surprise speech describingNosach as a dishonest agitator who pursued his own dubious interests. Apparently that worked, the disenchantedworkers distanced themselves from Nosach, who conveniently also happens to be a Jewish lawyer. Witte acting withlightening speed, arrested Nosach <strong>and</strong> one hundred <strong>and</strong> ninety of his Socialist radicals today."Vladimir swept his flattened h<strong>and</strong> through the air. "Finished! I am not Witte’s greatest admirer, when all chips are downhe is a faithful apologist of the Emperor, but he showed a lot of courage to st<strong>and</strong> up to the workers! And he certainlytimed his move against Nosach with masterful precision. For a while Witte will not have much to worry about from theradicals."So that was where the troops had been heading this morning, to clean out the Petersburg Soviet.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra called from the kitchen asking them to join her. "I also want to hear Vladimir’s views on current politics."The two men took their glasses <strong>and</strong> moved into the kitchen."What do you think of my distant cousin Witte?" asked Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "You remember the fateful Theosophical evening atthe Volkonsky’s? I had never seen him before. And what about Stolypin? You said your father had a high opinion of him.""Stolypin is waiting in the wings. After Witte returned from America with the unexpectedly advantageous settlement of thewar with Japan, Nicholas, who equally fears <strong>and</strong> hates Witte, owed him a commission. Nicholas offered the ailing Wittethe dangerous position of President of the Ministerial Council. Probably Nicholas hoped to rid himself of Witte in this way.To everyone’s surprise Witte accepted <strong>and</strong> immediately began to force a cabinet of his choice on the vacillatingmonarch."Vladimir took a step in Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s direction. "The amazing thing is that your cousin, beyond his incredible technocraticskills <strong>and</strong> his unbending willpower, is a true humanist. So far he has acted without bloodshed, <strong>and</strong> except for thismorning without mass arrests—an unheard of event in Russian history."128
Alex<strong>and</strong>ra not in the mood to give Valdimir the satisfaction of simply applauding Witte’s ‘genius’ asked, "What do youthink is going to happen in the near future?"Vladimir looked at the floor. "It is hard to say. I am no prophet, <strong>and</strong> the political situation is still very unstable. Witte is insufficiently poor health that he cannot last as prime minister. The Emperor probably wished him dead, but Witte is theonly man who can bring in the large foreign loan that would save the country economically by paying off the debtsincurred by the idiotic Pacific adventure." He looked at Alex<strong>and</strong>ra again. "Nicholas will have to suffer Witte’sintransigence until this money arrives: I guess six months? A year?"They helped Alex<strong>and</strong>ra carry the supper into the dining room. <strong>Konrad</strong> found a last bottle of red wine in his cabinet, <strong>and</strong>they sat down to eat."Russian politics are a chaotic charade," said <strong>Konrad</strong> over supper. "Do you mind continuing your lecture? What about therevolution, is it dead or will it continue?"Vladimir put his fork <strong>and</strong> knife down <strong>and</strong> shrugged. "The revolution? It has not started. The radical left had nothing to dowith the October demonstration nor with the ensuing disaster. Everybody, on the right <strong>and</strong> the left, was completely takenby surprise. Only belatedly have the Bolsheviks tried to reap some undeserved political gain from the situation."He laughed derisively. "I think today’s arrests will break their back for the foreseeable future, at least in St. Petersburg,elsewhere they might be more successful. In Moscow they have a wealthy supporter in Sasha Manovsky—a richsympathizer who channels his contributions to the radical Moscow Soviet through Maria Andreyeva. Do you rememberher at Volkonsky’s, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, Gorki’s voluptuously beautiful mistress with the fabulous hat?"Vladimir sighed <strong>and</strong> laughed. "Manovsky is the competitor of Becky’s father when it comes to French paintings, he hasan even bigger collection. He is a railroad millionaire, what he expects from the Marxists in return for his donationscompletely mystifies me. And Andreyeva?—I am still jealous of Gorki."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra suppressed a yawn. "We met a very young Russian woman in Italy, her name was Marina Tsvetaeva. Haveyou ever heard of her? She writes poetry."Vladimir raised his eyebrows. "Tsvetaeva is a formidable competition for our Petersburg poets....""Her poems," interrupted Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, "didn’t strike me as particularly lyrical, besides she is still a lycéenne, barely sixteen,how can she compete with Blok?"Vladimor shrugged. "Have you heard her read?""Yes, she read an abrasive love poem, which she must have composed a day earlier—for <strong>Konrad</strong> who had flirted withher. She read it in German. Later she began reading a love poem by Rilke but never finished it."Vladimir raised his chin. "Well, Rilke is something else, he is a giant. I once heard him read here when he visitedPetersburg with Lou Salomé, a most striking woman of Russian descent. Where did you hear Tsvetaeva read?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra finally understood why Clara had been disturbed when she mentioned St. Petersburg, another of Rilke’s loves."We spent three weeks in a lonely pensione on the beach near Venice with her."She described the commune at Mama Angelina’s <strong>and</strong> the appearance of the two Tsvetaeva sisters.A smile of recognition lit Vladimir’s face. "It sounds like Voloshin’s hideout at Koktebel. Voloshin is a local poet withdubious philosophical ambitions whose mother runs a pensione in Koktebel on the southern coast of the Crimean, apopular summer haven for poets <strong>and</strong> painters."He nodded. "I heard Tsvetaeva read on a visit to Moscow earlier this year. You are right, she is not lyrical <strong>and</strong> still veryyoung <strong>and</strong> immature, but she h<strong>and</strong>les her Russian like a broom with which she sweeps the pigsties of the Symbolists. Inthat, she already surpasses Blok. Tsvetaeva has only one competitor, another woman, three years older, Anna Gorenko,alias Akhmatova. How is Tsvetaeva’s German, <strong>and</strong> why did she not finish her reading of Rilke?""It was a dramatic happening." Alex<strong>and</strong>ra shook her head, recalling that night. "We had taken Rilke’s ab<strong>and</strong>oned wifealong, she could not bear Marina’s hacking her husb<strong>and</strong>’s poetry to pieces <strong>and</strong> simply took the volume out of Marina’sh<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> in tears finished reading the poem herself.""Good God, poor near-sighted Tsvetaeva! She never wears glasses <strong>and</strong> cannot make out approaching danger. It musthave been a great blow to her silly hauteur, to be forcefully interrupted duringa reading. It was not Lou Salomé?""No, Rilke’s wife’s name is Clara. Who is Lou Salomé, I have never heard of her?""Ah, we are getting into the realm of gossip among the literati. Nothing beats a good rumor for entertainment. You willhear all the rumors making the rounds in town: Akhmatova is infatuated with Blok, Nikolai Gumilev wants to marryAkhmatova, Elizaveta Dmitrieva pursues Gumilev while she sleeps with Voloshin, etc."He pushed his chair back <strong>and</strong> stretched his legs. "Lou Salomé is Russian; she is the wife of a German professor by thename of Andreas, who leaves her an unprecedented amount of freedom, she inspired Nietzsche <strong>and</strong> was the muse ofRilke…"With tongue in cheek, Vladimir looked at Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "And Lou Salomé does not simply preside at a salon, fearlesslyunconcerned about her reputation she traveled with these men, appeared with them in fashionable resorts <strong>and</strong> at publicparties. Amazing!"He stretched the last word with such a sigh that Alex<strong>and</strong>ra began to laugh. "Maybe you also need a sensuous muse like129
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