attending a Saturday class, or more likely she went to one of her political meetings. What is the excitement about?"Vladimir leafed through the journal with one h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> held a page up to <strong>Konrad</strong>. "You have to read this. The women aretaking over Russian poetry."He pointed at two poems. "The female poet whom we have been waiting for like the second Messiah, has arrived,Makovsky <strong>and</strong> Gumilev have made a great catch. A mysterious lady by the name of Cherubina de Gabriac sent thesepoems to the editorial office of Apollo. I was just there. Makovsky is ecstatic. These," he waved the Apollo copy, "aresensitive Russian lyrics. The poems arrived h<strong>and</strong>-written with a letter in immaculate French in an elegant envelope,sealed with a baronial coat of arms. She must be a wealthy Russian aristocrat, because nobody has ever heard of her,she probably lives in France. Makovsky showed me the letter, beautifully penned by a woman’s h<strong>and</strong>. The return addressis a post office box."<strong>Konrad</strong> shook his head. "Are you sure it’s not a hoax? You are all so wound up these days, it would be easy toperpetuate a joke on supercilious Makovsky."Vladimir wrinkled his forehead derisively. "Ach, you foreigners, you don’t underst<strong>and</strong>, these poems are first class Russianpoetry, never mind who she is for the time being. Gumilev read the poems <strong>and</strong> was very impressed, <strong>and</strong> he knows whatis good poetry."<strong>Konrad</strong> sneered good-naturedly. "You say nobody has ever seen this person? Is this not rather silly of her, if she is anygood, why should she hide behind a post office box?"Vladimir, with a serious face confided. "She called Makovsky on the phone this morning. He is enamored, you shouldhave seen him fawning when he described her magical voice."<strong>Konrad</strong> noted that this revelation made the argument that Makovsky <strong>and</strong> Gumilev had been duped by an impostor onlymore probable. "And you fell for it too! But who cares whether she is poor, ugly, or stupid as long as her voice seducedthe editors of Apollo, am I right?"Vladimir gesticulated with his arms <strong>and</strong> finally let them hang to show his despair. "By definition, the coming woman poetis beautiful…""…whether she is lame or nearsighted." <strong>Konrad</strong> laughed delighted.Vladimir let himself fall onto the sofa, exasperated. "You will never underst<strong>and</strong> Russian feelings. I need to talk to yourwomen.""Who are both Georgians!"Resigned, Vladimir gave up."What is the book you brought? Something I would be allowed to read as a foreigner?"Vladimir picked up the worn volume <strong>and</strong> frowned at its title, Keys to Happiness by Anastasia Vrebitskaya. "I didn’t enjoyit, <strong>and</strong> I am afraid you wouldn’t either. It’s pulp fiction—as they call this genre in English—but it sold thirty thous<strong>and</strong>copies in the last two years. A new phenomenon, ladies’ literature. There is a flood of similar trash on the market, worsethan this one."Vladimir shrugged. "You know, I am trying to find some subject for a novel, it has to be something that should havecommercial success, <strong>and</strong> I blush every time I think of writing a book like this." He held up the tattered copy. "I bought itsecondh<strong>and</strong>."Vladimir described the necessary ingredients for a successful Russian novel: a melodramatic plot, the heroine anincredibly rich, seductive foreigner, she had to appear outwardly happy so that she could be inwardly unhappy in her ownselfish way, an exotic setting, say in Georgia, <strong>and</strong> most importantly it had to be erotic or even better shockingly sexuallyexplicit.<strong>Konrad</strong> began to laugh. "Well, how about a heroine who studies law <strong>and</strong> is ardently in love with left-wing politics? Anexplosive mixture: sex <strong>and</strong> socialism! The literature of the future!"Vladimir pulled a face. "Leave Tamara out of this! You know how bored I am by her Socialist friends. I cannot imaginethat the Bolsheviks know anything about love.""You should know. I have never slept with a radical Socialist."Vladimir blushed. "Tamara refuses to be seduced. To this day she has not allowed me to make love to her.""There you see, first come the lofty ideals, then pleasure, if that. That’s why these female radicals all look so emaciated,they waste their passions on ‘higher’ things. But you could effortlessly seduce your fictitious heroine <strong>and</strong> save her fromthe erroneous Bolshevik ‘ideology.’"Vladimir jumped up <strong>and</strong> in mock-battle stabbed at <strong>Konrad</strong> with a finger. "If some old-fashioned sense of honor were left inme, I would challenge you to a duel for insulting my love. And if only the temptation of writing a popular literary successwould not be such a lure, I would throw this miserable book into the fire."<strong>Konrad</strong> laughed at him. "I tell you what, why don’t you write your popular novel under a pseudonym? Makovsky mighteagerly publish it—if you add a persuasive French letter—or how about a Georgian one? Alex<strong>and</strong>ra could write it for you,she would never reveal your secret. Tamara need not know anything of it."<strong>Konrad</strong> was catching on. His fantasy was running away with him. If only he had the ability to write something like that, hewould retire in Georgia from the windfall! He settled on the sofa next to Vladimir.154
Together they were hedging out a plot for his future book when Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s keys rattled in the entrance door. Theyjumped up like guilty schoolboys. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra greeted them in passing <strong>and</strong> went into the kitchen. Ever since Tamara hadmoved in with them Vladimir had become an almost permanent house guest.<strong>Konrad</strong> went back to his study. Vladimir followed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra into the kitchen <strong>and</strong> sat well out of her reach."I brought a book for you, which I would like you to read. It is the most popular of the new fiction that is ‘corrupting’ ourwomen, according to the conservative critics."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, bent over the chopping board cutting vegetables, did not turn around. He held up the worn Vrebitskaya copy."It is poor literature, but it is enormously successful with the ladies. Could you read it <strong>and</strong> tell me why? I don’t underst<strong>and</strong>its success. How can our women be duped by such literary trash?"She pushed a few str<strong>and</strong>s of hair out of her face <strong>and</strong> turned around to face him. "Are you envious, or are you consideringwriting something similar? You know that I am very busy <strong>and</strong> have only an hour for reading between ten <strong>and</strong> twelve atnight. So you better give me a compelling reason."Vladimir wagged his head looking at the floor. "I am both envious <strong>and</strong> thinking of writing an erotic novel. You rememberGippius’ recommendation as a sure-fire way to literary success? Please read it, <strong>and</strong> then let us discuss this genre.Tamara doesn’t need to know of this idea. She has such high moral st<strong>and</strong>ards <strong>and</strong> is so innocent that this book mightshock her."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled mockingly. "And I am neither naïve nor do I have a comparable moral st<strong>and</strong>ard, do I see that correctly?Ach, Vladimir, you are a Russian romantic." She returned to her kitchen task.Vladimir flushed <strong>and</strong> addressed her back. "No, you have the psychological insight into these matters, which could helpme to underst<strong>and</strong> the success of this book, <strong>and</strong> you know me better than any other woman."They were silent while she stirred her boeuf bourguignon on the stove."Are you interested in the latest literary gossip?" Vladimir asked.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra shot him a quick glance. "I haven’t said yes or no to your request yet. All right, I will read the book with aclinician’s mind <strong>and</strong> include you in the plot."Her tone changed. She was curious what was happening on the volatile literary scene of St. Petersburg, <strong>and</strong> Vladimir,through his many friends, was usually well informed. "Is the gossip interesting? More than just who is sleeping withwhom? Does it make any difference or illuminate the decadence of the Petersburgian setting?"Vladimir perked up, finally she was listening. He got up from his chair <strong>and</strong> began pacing the kitchen. "I am afraid this timethe events might change us all. For years we have been waiting for the first Russian woman poet. Your young Muscovitefriend Tsvetaeva is spreading her wings <strong>and</strong> an equally young woman poet, Anna Gorenko, alias Akhmatova, iscompeting with her. Both are very young <strong>and</strong> neither has found her voice yet. But they are already attacking the malestranglehold on Russian poetry with unheard verve. The Symbolists are going to be swept aside, <strong>and</strong> only one woman isgoing to survive. And now suddenly a third contender has appeared, a sensation, Cherubina de Gabriac."He described his visit with Gumilev <strong>and</strong> Makovsky at the Apollo editorial office. Towards the end of his tale he sloweddown. He appeared to be thinking. "This may all sound like facile gossip," he concluded, "but since I talked to <strong>Konrad</strong> thisstory is beginning to assume a new tragicomical aspect.""What did <strong>Konrad</strong> say to change your mind?""He thinks Cherubina is a hoax perpetrated on insipid Makovsky.""But would that not be a rather sorry intellectual titillation? Anybody could fool Makovsky. Who could be interested insuch a cheap trick?""That is exactly what I am thinking about. The gossip has it, that Maksimilian Voloshin has stolen Nikolai Gumilev’sgirlfriend Elizaveta Dmitrieva. All three, Voloshin, Gumilev <strong>and</strong> Dmitrieva are writing poetry of varying quality. Youremember, Voloshin is the man whose mother runs the pension at Koktebel in the Crimea where the Tsvetaeva sistershave been spending their summers. Voloshin is a conjurer. I always thought he was homosexual, but it seems he is atleast ambidextrous, fat <strong>and</strong> pompous but certainly not a misogynist."He held his folded finger tips to his lips <strong>and</strong> peered at Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. Was she still listening? She was stirring her pot.Hecontinued. "That Voloshin sleeps with Dmitrieva would not be of great importance, if she wasn’t Gumilev’s formergirlfriend, <strong>and</strong> Gumilev was not also ardently <strong>and</strong> unsuccessfully pursuing Akhmatova. Maybe Dmitrieva is jealous ofAkhmatova <strong>and</strong> that is the reason she left Gumilev. Anyway, Gumilev <strong>and</strong> Voloshin are at each other’s throats over thesewomen. And Gumilev is Makovsky’s literary advisor. He is the one who decides the acceptance or rejection of poetry inthe editorial office of Apollo."He laughed <strong>and</strong> hit his head with his flat h<strong>and</strong>. "<strong>Konrad</strong>," he shouted, "you are right. 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