earnestly watched the drawing emerge, <strong>and</strong> Amedeo who scratched <strong>and</strong> screeched with his charcoal on the canvas. Shefelt as if his long h<strong>and</strong>s were caressing her body. She shivered. Akhmatova closed the window asking, whether she feltcold <strong>and</strong> wanted the shawl. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra assured her that she was perfectly all right. Akhmatova smiled. "I too was not usedto being looked at in such detail at first."After a while Amedeo put down his charcoal <strong>and</strong> with blackened fingers turned the canvas around. With a few deftstrokes he had produced a beguiling sketch of her, catching her reclining body, her back <strong>and</strong> legs, her arms, <strong>and</strong> a roughlayout of her head.Her face was empty."This will be enough for today," said Amedeo. "I rework what I have <strong>and</strong> rough-in the background. Maybe I can begin toput on the paint tomorrow. Can you come back tomorrow afternoon for another hour or two? Finally, I will have to fill inyour face, that will be the most difficult task <strong>and</strong> may take another two sessions."Akhmatova asked whether he did not want to sketch Alex<strong>and</strong>ra in another position."No, this will be a classical painting." he said," I see it before my eyes, I could almost finish it in my sleep."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra spent the afternoons at Amedeo’s studio. In the mornings she w<strong>and</strong>ered through the museums <strong>and</strong> the streetsof town. Sometimes Akhmatova was present, often Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was alone with Amedeo. Apparently no jealousy existedbetween Amedeo <strong>and</strong> Akhmatova , <strong>and</strong> despite the shivers that overcame Alex<strong>and</strong>ra at times, Amedeo made nounwarranted advances. They floated in suspended time.When Amedeo began to put on the paint he had a few critical hours, the plasticity of her body on the canvas did notsatisfy his vision. He had to paint her forms over twice. In the end only her empty face was left.He stared unhappily at his first layout of her face."I can’t find the facial expression which matches your classical forms."She tried to think of this <strong>and</strong> that but nothing satisfied him.He should make love to me, she thought, maybe he is looking for this spent repose. She had seen such a sleepingbeauty at the Louvre. They were alone, <strong>and</strong> she gingerly voiced her thought."No," he said blushing, "I am not looking for that pose, it would not fit this painting, I want your skeptical, arrogant side—<strong>and</strong> you think of lovemaking!"Someone knocked at the door, <strong>and</strong> before Amedeo could open, or she could cover herself, an agitated, breathlessManovsky stormed into the room.Speechless, Manovsky stood in the door. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra drew the bedcover over her body. Manovsky collapsed into thechair, watery-blue eyes bulging.When he had caught his breath, he started to shout in his horrid French. "So this is where you are hiding! Naked inModigliani’s bed!"He changed to a suppressed, threatening Russian. "I waited for you all last week <strong>and</strong> you did not come. I searched thetown for you <strong>and</strong> could not find you. Your Armenian friends denied any knowledge of your whereabouts. Is that what onegets for one’s generosity? You promised to visit me!"Manovsky gasped for air, his eyes tearing. Amedeo, who had only caught the threatening undertone of Manovsky’slament, got up to defend Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, but hesitated to attack his powerful patron.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra rose. Clutching the bedspread with one h<strong>and</strong> she pointed at Manovsky. With an icy, cutting voice she shouted."You miserable, disgusting voyeur. Leave this room at once. You have neither been invited nor has anybody given youpermission to enter. Disappear!"She pointed at the door. But Manovsky had spied the unfinished canvas. He got up, <strong>and</strong>, saliva dripping from his mouth,shouted at Amedeo. "I must have this painting. If you will not sell me this painting, I will destroy you on the Paris market.You will never be able to sell another canvas in this town."Amedeo took a step back <strong>and</strong> stuttered that the painting was Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s, not his. He had no authorization to sell it toanybody.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, with fiery eyes, advanced towards Manovsky, who cowed <strong>and</strong> took a few steps backwards."You miserable scum, get out!" she shouted in her worst Russian argot.Manovsky staggered backwards towards the door. "Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, let me at least have this painting," he slobbered half inRussian <strong>and</strong> half in Yiddish. He bent down spreading his fleshy arms in front of her. "I offer you a large sum of money. Icannot live without this painting. You have no right to destroy my life. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, take pity on me."She pushed him in the direction of the door. He crumpled but did not move from the spot. Suddenly she let her draperyfall to the floor <strong>and</strong> pummeling him with her right fist, shoved the whimpering shape towards the door.Amedeo, finally recovered from his paralysis, came to her help, opened the door, <strong>and</strong> together they pushed the totteringman into the hallway.Amedeo slammed the door.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra collapsed into the chair. Amedeo knelt down in front of her. As if recreating her, he very gently moved hisfinger across her eyebrows, her flushed cheeks, her mouth…"I have seen your face," he said <strong>and</strong> kissed her shoulder.168
<strong>Konrad</strong> picked up Alex<strong>and</strong>ra at the train station. She took his arm <strong>and</strong> glanced at him. "Please, forgive my leaving you soselfishly? We reached Paris without a problem. The city is cowded with emigrants <strong>and</strong> refugees. I met Sasha Manovsky,the competitor of Becky’s father. He financed the Moscow uprising <strong>and</strong> is hiding from the Okhrana. I also ran into mypatient Akhmatova, who was having an affair with a young Italian painter by the name of Modigliani."<strong>Konrad</strong> raised his eyebrows. Her words were spilling out at great speed. What was coming? She had never before askedhim to forgive her one of her impulsive actions.He looked at her guessing. "Did Manovsky show you his collection?"She explained eagerly. "He tried but in such a plump <strong>and</strong> suggestive manner that I got rid of him."He smiled imagining her dismissing the old man with a imperious gesture of her left h<strong>and</strong>. "And Akhmatova? Isn’t shemarried to Gumilev?"She described the ambiguous circumstances of Akhmatova’s presence in Paris. "She was not at all embarrassed. Theyinvited me to Modigliani’s little mansard apartment for tea." She laughed briefly. "There, in the presence of Akhmatova,Modigliani asked me to sit for him as a model. A strange feeling, to be exposed in the nude to the searching eyes of apainter."She described how Modigliani had, with incredible speed, produced a drawing of her, which he, during a number of latersessions had painted in. "Only the face was missing, when Manovsky burst upon us."As she described the old voyeur sputtering <strong>and</strong> finally being pushed out of the room, <strong>Konrad</strong> began to laugh. His nakedwife pummeling Manovsky with her fists! "Where is the painting?" <strong>Konrad</strong> looked at her baggage. "You didn't bring it withyou?"She glanced at him in quizzical amazement. "<strong>Konrad</strong>, would you have liked a painting of your wife in her full nudityhanging in our apartment? It was an elegant <strong>and</strong> sensual pose from the back, a big canvas—I left it with Izabel to sell it toManovsky for the highest possible price <strong>and</strong> to split the money with Modigliani. He is really destitute."<strong>Konrad</strong> frowned. Now the old lecher, was drooling over Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s nude body. "We could have stored it in the attic!"In a complete non-sequitur, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra said," After we had thrown Manovsky out, Amedeo made love to me. He had suchbeautiful h<strong>and</strong>s."54.<strong>Konrad</strong> in China1911-1912In October <strong>Konrad</strong> set out for China. The entire family gave him a send-off. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was looking forward to the monthsalone.Niko <strong>and</strong> Claudia arrived the same day as <strong>Konrad</strong>’s first letter. Over dinner that night Alex<strong>and</strong>ra gave it to Otto to read italoud, a glowing description of Samark<strong>and</strong>.Samark<strong>and</strong>, 16 October, 1911Dearest Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, dear Otto, Claudia <strong>and</strong> Niko!Imagine I am st<strong>and</strong>ing in a large square framed on three sides by arched Medresses, Islamic schools. Their colossalwalls <strong>and</strong> gates are covered with tile mosaics in green, blue, yellow, ocher, <strong>and</strong> deep red. Monumental, they rival theimperial palaces of Rome. The Medressa to my right is flanked by two minarets, a gateway at its center. The wall above,a pointed arch, carries the mosaics of two of lions, mirror images of each other. Behind each rises a sun with a humanface! When you walk closer you see that the background is a carpet of most intricately interwoven flowers.This Registran square is a Babylonian confusion of animals <strong>and</strong> men. Horses, camels, lying, braying, wagons, tradest<strong>and</strong>s,mountains of stacked watermelons, men in turbans of various colors <strong>and</strong> shapes, long, ragged greatcoats withcolorful trim, the women in dizzying silk blouses <strong>and</strong> shawls.And all this stinking squalor, heated by a fierce sun, is covered by clouds of fine brown dust which gets into everything…From here the bazaar of Tiflis appears to lie in a far-western country.I met George <strong>and</strong> his tea master in Baku. George suffered the rigors of this journey with a great calm <strong>and</strong> his specialkind of humor, a good travel companion. The poor Chinese, however is beset by a mortal fear of the emptiness of thedesert. He is hiding in his room behind drawn curtains.The journey from Baku to Samark<strong>and</strong> took four days—sixteen hours of which we spent on a rusty ferry reeking of oil on169
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