first inklings of puberty, she stumbled on a couple in a haystack in late summer…Alex<strong>and</strong>ra skipped a chapter. Thamila befriended a German mountain climber who as guest at her father’s castleprepared for an attempt to scale Ushba. She fell in love with him, rode after him to warn him of an impending snowstorm,<strong>and</strong> now, thought Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, comes the defloration in the ice fields. But no, after lots of hot flushes <strong>and</strong> a first kiss, theexplorer <strong>and</strong> Thamila rode home together—<strong>and</strong> on the way his horse stumbled <strong>and</strong> lost a shoe. "No," cried Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, "itcannot be!" Thamila lost her virginity on horseback! A graphic description of how he pushed at her innocent crotch untilher underpants slipped aside—<strong>and</strong> predictably, she melted in unforeseen pleasures."I am sure I never told him our story," Alex<strong>and</strong>ra said to <strong>Konrad</strong>, "<strong>and</strong> I am certain he didn’t hear it from you. How did heget this idea?"<strong>Konrad</strong> laughed. "Funny, maybe he just made it up. Or he has his own experiences. But it sounds more as if he just readtoo much classical pornography, it is not such an unusual mishap to lose an iron."On the following night Alex<strong>and</strong>ra continued her reading <strong>and</strong> found that Thamila’s first love ended in tragedy, the Germanfell to his death in an avalanche on a second attempt to scale Ushba. Thank God, he took the knowledge of what hadhappened to Thamila with him to his grave.Lovesick Thamila devoted herself entirely to her adored horse <strong>and</strong> in another stark scene, dallied with her horse by alakeside. Disgusted, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra threw the book the full length of the room. From where did Vladimir get these episodes?By now she was convinced that they had not sprung from his own head.She confronted Vladimir."Are you shocked?" He mocked her. "You said I could not shock you. I am proud to have proven you wrong. Now I knowthat the book will sell. Not, of course, in the public book stores. I might even have to publish it abroad.""I do find the horse scene by the lake too much. No Svani girl would conceive of such an aberration. But where did youget these episodes from, you can’t tell me that these flowers of evil have sprouted in your own fantasy?""Why not?" His face flushed. "I shouldn’t tell you. All the titillation would fade away. I found both stories in a book ofArabic tales translated by Sir George Herbert, an English gent, thirty years ago."She heaved a sigh of relief. "This is a pathetic procedure to come by pornographic detail."He grinned sarcastically. "Why? Everything has already been thought of or done by somebody else, in this field. But don’tlaugh, I got many useful suggestions for myself from my reading. Relax, this is my last book of this kind, I am nauseatedby what I wrote."This time Alex<strong>and</strong>ra felt too exposed to read him a homily <strong>and</strong> challenge him to shape up. Maybe he would realize byhimself that he was wasting his talents after he got over this phase in his writings as much as in his own life.She had imagined wild Tamara <strong>and</strong> him in bed together, but it now seemed that Vladimir was less of an experiencedlover than she had fantasized. A pity, she thought, to be disillusioned by him like this.51.A political refugee at their door1908They were having dinner when the doorbell rang. <strong>Konrad</strong> went to open the door. After long silence, they heard a womansobbing. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra got up to have a look <strong>and</strong> let out a cry. Izabel Sisakian hung dissolved in <strong>Konrad</strong>’s arms.They crowded around her asking questions. What has happened? Where do you come from? Where is Marti?Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had a terrible premonition. She took Izabel inside <strong>and</strong> made her sit down. Tears were running down Izabel’sface. She laid her head onto her arms on the table <strong>and</strong> continued to sob heartbreakingly. Slowly she recoveredsufficiently to answer Alex<strong>and</strong>ra's questions."Can I stay with you for a few nights? I come from Baku. Marti has vanished. I lost him."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra heated some water for a bath. Izabel, hollow-eyed, hungry, drawn-out, had not slept for three days. Sheglanced, paranoid, at Helena <strong>and</strong> Tamara. <strong>Konrad</strong> assured her, they were trustworthy friends. Later, they gave hersomething to eat <strong>and</strong> piecewise put together the details of her story.Marti <strong>and</strong> she had fled St. Petersburg during their absence because of Witte’s sweeps of the revolutionaries. Marti had,for some time, maintained connections to the Bolsheviks. For a while they lived in Yerevan. Marti painted, she gavelessons in French <strong>and</strong> English. But the primitive life in Yerevan stifled Marti, he became restless. They moved to Tiflis,where they rented a small apartment in the Armenian quarter. There Marti had become ever deeper ensnared by Stalin’sfollowers. He stopped painting <strong>and</strong> spent his days in Party meetings. They had terrible arguments, had separated several162
times, but moved back together again."This was in the months after Stalin robbed the bank in Tiflis. Hunted by the police, Stalin deserted his faithful <strong>and</strong>disappeared, which resulted in much fighting between the Bolsheviks <strong>and</strong> Jordania’s Mensheviks. After IliaChavchavadze’s assassination the Bolsheviks lost more <strong>and</strong> more ground, <strong>and</strong> then began Jordania’s <strong>and</strong> the Russians’great ‘clean-up.’ All during last year we moved under assumed names from hiding place to hiding place. Finally we had adramatic quarrel, <strong>and</strong> that night Marti disappeared. This was ten months ago."She looked at them with blind eyes. "A month after his disappearance I heard through underground channels that theyhad all holed up in Baku. I spent the last three weeks searching for him in Baku. I saw him once for ten minutes. He hasbecome a fanatic Bolshevik. He declared that he had lost interest in our ‘bourgeois’ marriage, <strong>and</strong> would I please leaveBaku. I was endangering the entire cell with my searches. So, I left Baku, <strong>and</strong> here I am, penniless, heartbroken, maybeshadowed by the Okhrana, an orphan of our times."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, worrying that Tamara might take sides, sent Izabel to bed. Tamara kept quiet, but as soon as Izabel had goneto sleep, they got into a heated discussion in hushed voices.In later years when political discussions became dangerous to all of them <strong>and</strong> they often sat <strong>and</strong> argued at night in thishushed, conspiratorial voices, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra would recall this evening.<strong>Konrad</strong> decided to keep the fugitive. Vladimir did not think she would be followed. For a while Izabel became their quietlydepressed guest. She helped Alex<strong>and</strong>ra without being asked wherever she could. She spent many nights talking to<strong>Konrad</strong> about her experiences in Central Asia, which distracted her from her present worries. She slowly recovered <strong>and</strong>eventually found a job, using her maiden name, as interpreter <strong>and</strong> secretary with an Armenian trading company. LaterHelena, who admired Izabel's quiet courage <strong>and</strong> determination, offered her a room in her apartment.Soon, however, the Okhrana caught up with Izabel. One night she appeared wide-eyed, a hunted expression on herface. A man pretending to have news from her husb<strong>and</strong> had appeared at her office. Fortunately, Izabel had been latethat morning, <strong>and</strong> the man had not found her there. He had not left his name. Her boss was convinced that the man wasfrom the Okhrana.She had to disappear fast. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra offered to hide her, but Izabel had discussed the situation with Helena who hadsuggested to have her smuggled across the border near her father’s estate. Izabel still carried a French passport <strong>and</strong>intended to return to Paris, where she wouldn’t be entirely safe from the Russian secret service, but they were after Marti,not her, <strong>and</strong> would not risk an international sc<strong>and</strong>al because of her.Izabel did not speak German, the idea of illegally crossing the German border, did not appeal to her. The direct train wasout of the question. Helena made another suggestion, she could take the tourist excursion boat from Libau to Königsberg<strong>and</strong> then continue by train to Paris. This proposal seemed sensible.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra caught fire, her life had been unexciting lately. What would Izabel think, if she accompanied her to Paris?"I always wanted to see Paris. I could be back in three weeks." She added with a challenging look at <strong>Konrad</strong>. "Nobodywill really miss me here."At first <strong>Konrad</strong> was speechless, then offered a few cautious objections. When Alex<strong>and</strong>ra began arguing with hardly apause, he receded into a gloomy silence. They would pose as tourists in Libau <strong>and</strong> in Germany she would h<strong>and</strong>le theiraffairs. She could not wish for a better guide to the city on the Seine, would Izabel introduce her to her painter friends?<strong>Konrad</strong> left the room <strong>and</strong> returned with a bottle of Georgian cognac, poured himself a liberal glass <strong>and</strong> offered one to thetwo women. By midnight they were quite drunk, <strong>and</strong> Izabel toasted Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, her amie extraordinaire as if they hadalready reached Paris.52.My stunning discovery in Paris-1981On one of my flights to Europe I discovered, in the airline’s brochure, a review of a retrospective Modigliani exhibition—inParis. To see Modigliani’s great nudes, which the article promised, was an irresistible temptation. Spontaneously, Irerouted my flight home via Paris.I found myself a cheap hotel <strong>and</strong> in the morning walked to the museum.Until then I had only seen one or the other of Modigliani’s nudes; to face the entire amorous catalogue of his women wassimply overwhelming. From the occasional cocotte, to his shy last companion, they had all posed for him, <strong>and</strong>presumably, he had been their lover. Wallowing in this sensuous feast for the eyes, I was entirely unprepared to comeacross a large canvas. 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