that she could drive him to the Gippius’ residence."Gippius is the Cerberus <strong>and</strong> the literary oracle of the Symbolists. Her husb<strong>and</strong>, Dimitri Merezhkovsky, is the founder ofthe Symbolist movement. Merezhkovsky, a shy, intellectual essayist <strong>and</strong> literary critic, writes; Gippius talks with amerciless, sharp tongue. Her judgment is final among the reigning poets’ movement. Only very recently have a fewyoung poets published without her expressed approval. Blok <strong>and</strong> Akhmatova are among them."They were flying along the outer Nevsky Prospect. Slowly the houses became less imposing. The gaslights ceased.Darkness invaded the streets. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra could barely make out the few pedestrians on the sidewalks. They passedAlex<strong>and</strong>er Nevsky’s monastery.Vladimir spread his h<strong>and</strong>s. "Why do I submit to this ordeal? She could be very helpful in publishing my poems. Since thedeath of my mother, who was my muse from my earliest attempts at writing poetry, I doubt that I am cut out to be a poet."She was peering into the night. He turned towards her. "I had hoped that you would take her place. You are intelligent<strong>and</strong> sensitive, you don’t mince words. I like you <strong>and</strong> would have no problem submitting to your judgment, but you haveno sense for poetry <strong>and</strong> you are not Russian."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra sighed <strong>and</strong> looked at him with a thin smile on her lips. "The last reason is probably decisive. I look through thenationalistic, religious, pan-Slavic utterances of the Russian soul <strong>and</strong> find Russian poetry pathetic if not worse. I do notwant to hurt you, but from reading your slim volume, I get the impression that your heart is too sentimental for the kind ofpoetry which, in your own opinion, needs to be written. Do you remember what you said about Marina Tsvetaeva?"Vladimir pleaded with his h<strong>and</strong>s. "Probably, you are right, but it is still painful for me to admit that to myself. I fear that theWhite Horse is going to say the same. Do you think I should write essays or short stories instead?"She wanted to encourage him, but her eyes were full of pity. "As you said, I am not a literary expert, but I think that yourcultivated Russian language <strong>and</strong> your sharp, encyclopedic mind could be great instruments for writing contemporaryprose—if you would allow your Russian heart to moderate these gifts. You need more experience to mature your talents.And along that path I am quite willing to be your muse."He took her h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> kissed it.Mme. Gippius lay stretched on a chaise longue chain smoking cigarettes in an overlong cigarette holder, which she usedlike a baton to emphasize her words in sweeping gestures. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra took an immediate dislike to her. Such airs! Mme.Gippius was in her late thirties but looked older. She was embarrassingly sure of her status among the small coterie ofassembled men.Vladimir introduced Alex<strong>and</strong>ra d’Andreae with a few words about her bogus background. Mme. Gippius sized upAlex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> without taking her cigarette holder from her mouth asked in Russian. "Is she writing too? In German or inItalian?"Vladimir explained that Mme. d’Andreae was a medical doctor.Gippius took her cigarette holder from her mouth, blew a smoke ring, <strong>and</strong>, waving the cigarette with a dismissive gesture,she sighed histrionically. "Thank God, my Italian is not very good, <strong>and</strong> the Germans are boors. I prefer French."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled sweetly <strong>and</strong> thanked her in French for the invitation to her salon of which she claimed to have heardalready in Munich. Gippius’ French turned out to be deplorable.Gippius changed to Russian. With raised eyebrows, extending her h<strong>and</strong> holding the cigarette towards Vladimir she said."And you, young beginner, I have read some of the pieces you just published. ???????, ?????? ????! God forgive me,love poems! At one time we all went through a great love affair—though not with the daughter of a serf! Are you aSocialist or a follower of the old Tolstoy?"Vladimir winced. With a poisonous smile she registered her hit.On her wink, one of the young men h<strong>and</strong>ed her a copy of Vladimir’s slim volume of poetry. Holding the book in her lefth<strong>and</strong>, Gippius turned her head sideways <strong>and</strong> blew a cloud of smoke. The young men smiled smugly in expectation of thecoup de grace.Convinced that Alex<strong>and</strong>ra understood no Russian, Gippius continued. "Well, what are you planning next? You are stillvery young <strong>and</strong> innocent." She waved her cigarette holder in Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s direction. "Maybe an erotic experience withAnna Karenina would help you, provided she would let you."Vladimir froze.The Horse continued, fully aware that she was cutting Vladimir to the core. "Erotic poems sell like hotcakes these days,<strong>and</strong> they don’t even have to be good. But to make an impression on us, you have to conceive of better words than thiskitsch."She fanned the cloud of smoke away with his volume <strong>and</strong> rearranged herself on the fauteuil. Her ample bosom wobbled.A waiter appeared as if on cue with glasses of cognac. Vladimir poured one down in a single gulp <strong>and</strong> grabbed a secondglass. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled encouragingly at him.Gippius changed her tone. "Seriously, let me give you some advice. Your father is an excellent writer of legal <strong>and</strong>historical essays, why don’t you try to follow his steps? I know I speak to deaf ears, you are too young to appreciate myadvice, you will persist in writing poetry, but we urgently need more decadence."She left him alone thereafter <strong>and</strong> called on a young man from the audience to read his latest piece of work, a poem in the132
established tradition with some mildly radical overtones.Vladimir finished his second glass, lit a cigarette, <strong>and</strong> tried to relax. It was all over, they might as well drive home.In front of Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s house, Vladimir pulled a crumpled paper from his pocket <strong>and</strong> gave it to her."I dedicated my last poem to you."He kissed her h<strong>and</strong>."From now on I shall write prose, maybe even erotic prose."She gently brushed his lips <strong>and</strong> forehead with her gloved h<strong>and</strong>.41.Pregnant Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> her two men1906During the winter pregnant Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> her two men, an odd troika, roamed the underground theaters that werespringing up all over the city like mushrooms. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra gave up her disguise as Novella d’Andreae. She had nothing tohide nor prove. She decided to work in the maternity ward of the hospital, to enroll in additional courses in gynecology,<strong>and</strong> look for another woman doctor with whom to establish a private family practice after the baby’s arrival. As she grewbigger she laughed. "I am a good advertisement for my future practice. I should carry a sign on my belly with my name<strong>and</strong> credentials."Her pregnancy was uneventful, the baby peaceful <strong>and</strong> unproblematic. Aunt Sophia offered to come, but Alex<strong>and</strong>ra talkedher out of it.When her labor started on the eighth of May, <strong>Konrad</strong> took her in a taxi to her hospital, where she was well taken care ofby her colleagues. She succeed in relaxing herself completely. The delivery was fast <strong>and</strong> easy.Once again she saw the lights <strong>and</strong> floated across the last, hard phase of giving birth. She enjoyed these sensations, theywere like old friends.As she had expected, it was a girl.They named her Sophia, after Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s <strong>and</strong> the child's natlideda.Two bouquets of flowers awaited her in her room after her delivery, one from <strong>Konrad</strong>, another from Vladimir.To make Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s life easier, <strong>Konrad</strong> agreed to engage a wet nurse for little Sophia after the second month. Acleaning lady took care of the heavy housework, <strong>and</strong> Elisabeth, Otto’s beloved Nana, became Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s indispensableadjutant at home.During Spring 1906 St. Petersburg had stabilized. Witte’s energetic sweep of the radicals in the factories did put an endto the recurring strikes. With new medical care for the workers <strong>and</strong> better housing provided by the owners of thefactories, the life of the workers improved. The restless, gifted young found it much easier to enter <strong>and</strong> rise through theuniversities. A steadily increasing number of women <strong>and</strong> Jews from the Russian Pale, who had been strictly limited byquotas, were now able to gain a hold in the universities <strong>and</strong> the arts.The ugly Marxist uprising in Moscow in December 1905 which Witte had put down, became the only bloodstain on hisreign. After successfully securing the state loan sponsored by a consortium of Jewish banks in France, Germany <strong>and</strong>Holl<strong>and</strong>, Witte h<strong>and</strong>ed in his resignation. A week later the first Duma was opened by Nicholas II with great pomp at theWinter Palace. It lasted only a few months before the Emperor dissolved it over a constitutional disagreement on thelimits of power between parliament <strong>and</strong> the crown.Stolypin became the new president of the council of ministers. Lacking Witte’s humanist scruples, Stolypin began hisreign with a ruthless cleansing of revolutionary troublemakers. He had them arrested, executed, or exiled. Thous<strong>and</strong>sdisappeared. Lenin, Trotsky <strong>and</strong> the entire leadership of the Bolsheviks were exiled or sent to Siberia. Among them wasSasha Manovsky. To avoid a sc<strong>and</strong>al, Manovsky had been persuaded to leave "voluntarily" for Paris.Georgia had a new viceroy, Vorontsev, a moderate, unusually sensive man, who tried his best to bring some kind ofstability to the politically chaotic <strong>and</strong> restive Transcaucasus.Vorontsev first brought the politically powerful Armenian bourgeoisie on his side. He then made peace with Noe Jordania,the moderate leader of the Georgian Socialists, who had rallied the l<strong>and</strong>-starved Georgian peasants.Jordania, a wily Mingrelian seasoned by decades of underground existence in Georgia <strong>and</strong> France, understood that aconservative, practical Socialism with strong Georgian nationalist overtones would be the formula for his success inGeorgia. He considered Lenin’s autocratic posturing as merely another manifestation of Russian imperialism, <strong>and</strong> in thegreat schism of Russian Socialism sided with Trotsky’s comparatively democratic Mensheviks. Another reason for133
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