she barely addressed her guest. <strong>Konrad</strong>, puzzled, could only explain her behavior as deferential reticence in presence ofher husb<strong>and</strong>.Dadiani tried to persuade her to tell the tale of her abduction from Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali. But true to conservative form she declined.Her husb<strong>and</strong> could not refrain from telling the tale himself.When Tamara Chavchavadze had been three years old, her mother, an aunt, <strong>and</strong> six children had been abducted fromTsin<strong>and</strong>ali by the Lesgian men of the infamous Imam Shamyl, the legendary leader of the Chechen Moslem guerrillas.Shamyl had kept the women hidden in his mountain retreat for over a year, until their families ransomed them inexchange for two carts of gold coins <strong>and</strong> Shamyl’s son, whom the Russians had taken prisoner.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra appeared bored <strong>and</strong> restless. When her father finished the well-worn family saga, she pleaded for anexcursion to Zedazeni. She was the enfant terrible of the family, but also her father’s adored daughter. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’syounger brothers Niko <strong>and</strong> Otar supported their sister’s request <strong>and</strong> Dadiani finally let himself be persuaded. Theirmother, citing domestic duties, asked to be excused. Two servants carried baskets with a copious lunch <strong>and</strong> two bottlesof wine, <strong>and</strong> the entire party walked up the steep path behind the house.Except for the church, the monastery of Zedazeni turned out to be a deserted, romantic ruin. A dilapidated wallsurrounded the precinct, the church, a few decaying buildings, <strong>and</strong> an orchard.The caretaker received them with a bow <strong>and</strong> a h<strong>and</strong>shake. Dadiani introduced his guest as a professor from Germany.While the servants spread a large tablecloth under the trees <strong>and</strong> set up lunch, the caretaker unlocked the church forAlex<strong>and</strong>ra.Light-footed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra took <strong>Konrad</strong> into the sanctuary. "This place predates Christianity," she explained as they entered."You can still see the heathen altar behind the iconostasis."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra led <strong>Konrad</strong> into the sanctum where she showed him a stone column decorated like an Indian phallic lingam. Itgrew from a circular foundation, which in India represented the female yoni. The three foot high column was covered witha white cloth <strong>and</strong> garl<strong>and</strong>ed with flowers."The village women come here to decorate this thing. This heathen altar is the reason that the church has beenab<strong>and</strong>oned. The old spirits scared the monks away." Alex<strong>and</strong>ra laughed, her blue eyes sparkling in complicity. "Thepriests <strong>and</strong> the good citizen of Tiflis deny the existence of this female place of worship, but at Easter the shepherds comehere to celebrate the resurrection in an ancient rite. The heathen customs are alive everywhere <strong>and</strong> especially in themountains. You will see.""We Georgians love picnics!" Dadiani called when they emerged from the church. "<strong>Konrad</strong>, come <strong>and</strong> join your firstCaucasian picnic."The servants had laid out an opulent lunch al fresco. With a simple gesture Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s father invited the caretaker.Everyone sat or lay around the tablecloth on which the servants had arranged Georgian delicacies among bottles of wine<strong>and</strong> Borzhomi mineral water. They had brought glasses for the wine. One of the servants lit a fire <strong>and</strong> roasted shashlik onsharpened sticks cut from the local trees. Dadiani served a fine red wine, <strong>and</strong> toasts in Georgian, French, <strong>and</strong> Germanadded a graceful touch.Afterwards Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> her brothers took <strong>Konrad</strong> to an old watchtower. They scrambled up the crumbling stairs.Quietly the three had agreed to let <strong>Konrad</strong> reach the topmost parapet first. A stunning view surprised him: the road toKazbegi, a few villages amid fields <strong>and</strong> green meadows in the foreground. At the horizon stretched the entire snowcoveredrange of the Eastern Caucasus from Daghestan to Ossetia, with mighty Mt. Kazbeg in its center. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, fullof pride <strong>and</strong> happiness about the successful surprise, stood next to him <strong>and</strong> pointed at all the peaks by name.Towards the west they looked down into the rolling country of the Kura valley. In the triangle at the confluence of the tworivers huddled the houses of Mtskheta around the royal cathedral, <strong>and</strong> far in the distance they could barely make out thehouses <strong>and</strong> towers of Tiflis, its fort <strong>and</strong> the Metekhi cathedral. Vineyards covered the valleys <strong>and</strong> dense, deciduouswoods the slopes, creating a serene, pastoral scene of exceptional beauty.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was glowing with excitement. She appeared more beautiful than ever to <strong>Konrad</strong>. Had he felt free to do so hewould have kissed her."I wanted to show you this view," she said putting her h<strong>and</strong> on his arm. "This is why I insisted to take you up here. It isthe most beautiful place in my Georgia."During the summer months Alex<strong>and</strong>ra became <strong>Konrad</strong>’s guide <strong>and</strong> companion in Tiflis. He enjoyed her presenceimmensely, because—he told himself naïvely—she was an inexhaustible source of information on local customs. In truth,however, their mutual affection had become like a delicate, invisible fabric that they dared not touch lest it might rent.4.Chekhov's "Chaika" <strong>and</strong> a visit to Henri the Goldsmith189816
Autumn had come to Georgia, <strong>and</strong> it began to rain. A strong wind blew the yellow leaves of the plane trees across thewet pavement of Golovinsky Boulevard.<strong>Konrad</strong> was waiting impatiently for Alex<strong>and</strong>ra in a café on the second floor across from the Gr<strong>and</strong> Theatre. She wastaking a course on architecture from Professor Schröder, <strong>and</strong> they had agreed to meet at the café after the lecture. Shewas half an hour late.Ever since the theater had opened Schröder had become a celebrity in Tiflis. The theater, an instant l<strong>and</strong>mark, was soldout every night. <strong>Konrad</strong> shook his head at the multicolored, Oriental fantasy across the street. The Georgians hadbestowed their enthusiasm for dramatic theater on this sad piece of pseudo-Byzantine architecture.Tonight he would attend a performance there for the first time. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had obtained two scarce tickets for Chaika,"The Seagull", a controversial play by a young dramatist named Anton Chekhov. All they knew about him was that hebelonged to the Russian avant-garde, <strong>and</strong> that Chaika had been torn to pieces by the critics at its Moscow premiere twoyears earlier. A few months ago Konstantin Stanislavsky, an unknown director, had dared to re-stage Chaika. It hadbecome a sensational success for Chekhov, Stanislavsky, <strong>and</strong> the Moscow Performing Arts Theatre. Tbilisi was jostlingto see the controversial play on its first tour outside of Moscow.When Alex<strong>and</strong>ra finally walked down the boulevard from the opposite direction from which he had expected her, he knewthat she had a legitimate excuse for her lateness. She had been to the Dadiani’s townhouse to change for the evening.She had thrown a black shepherd’s burka over her dress. Its simple rectangular shape enhanced her tall, slender figure.She knew how to dress with the simplest pieces available. Fascinated <strong>and</strong> full of expectation <strong>Konrad</strong> watched the elegantblack figure walk among the brown leaves drifting in the wind.His anger at her late arrival was gone. He got up to receive her at the upper l<strong>and</strong>ing of the staircase. The pleasure ofwatching her from a distance prevailed over his guilt of lying in wait for her. When she saw him, she gave him one of herradiant smiles. They embraced <strong>and</strong> exchanged the three perfunctory Georgian kisses, which still electrified himdisproportionately.He helped her out of her burka, which was of the finest Daghestani wool. Underneath she wore a deceptively simple,charcoal gray dress from which evolved, enhanced by her warm body, the merest trace of perfume. Around her exposedneck lay a thin, exquisitely h<strong>and</strong>crafted gold necklace.He loved her deliberate simplicity, which suited her clear c<strong>and</strong>or so well.Very lightly he put his h<strong>and</strong> on her back, a gesture of pride <strong>and</strong> affection <strong>and</strong> guided her to his table at the window.He sat across from her, spellbound by the play of emotions on her even face. Delight, alternating with open, unrestrainedexcitement, swept in waves across her features like the wind over a quiet lake, breaking into ravishing smiles around hereyes. Then again, she could be very still, as if listening to the beating of her own heart. Several times <strong>Konrad</strong> wastempted to spontaneously take her in his arms, but all he permitted himself was to kiss her h<strong>and</strong>.He would have liked to sit far away from her, at another table, out of reach of her radiance, to observe her—<strong>and</strong> himself.For a moment he succeeded <strong>and</strong> was startled: He had lost the freedom for such games. He had fallen hopelessly in lovewith this extraordinary woman. Irresolute, he said, "That is an exquisite necklace.""Do you like this necklace?" She raised her delicate brows, her blue eyes laughed. "I put it on for you, thinking of yourlove of unadorned austerity."She unhooked the necklace <strong>and</strong> h<strong>and</strong>ed it to him. It flowed like water from her h<strong>and</strong>. Its links were simple ringlets, all thesize of a thumbnail. The lower part of each ringlet had a broadened lip, hammered from behind, so that a slight wavew<strong>and</strong>ered through the necklace. The rings were connected by thin horizontal b<strong>and</strong>s. A figure-eight link, lying on its side,acted as clasp. Every link had been made separately, so that none was exactly like any other. This slight, almostimperceptible unevenness was the source of the life <strong>and</strong> beauty of the piece.He looked at it, pouring it between his h<strong>and</strong>s with true sensual pleasure. "An amazing piece. Who made it? Where does itcome from?""Henri Halvejian, an Armenian goldsmith in the Bazaar designed it especially for me. I have to take you to him. He is anunusual man who only works for people he knows personally. No two of his pieces are alike. He says that a good pieceof jewelry should heighten the beauty of a woman, to where she will—in the eyes of her lover—surprise herself."She smiled, her questioning eyes holding his."I don’t know where he gets his seemingly inexhaustible designs. In fact, what are you doing tomorrow? Can we go tosee Henri in the afternoon after my boring architecture class?"Confounded, <strong>Konrad</strong> lowered his eyes. "Are you bored by Schröder’s lectures?"He h<strong>and</strong>ed her the necklace. She struggled with the clasp, <strong>and</strong> he got up to help her."Bored is hardly the word for it."She shivered when he touched her neck."The man is insufferable. All he does is show us design templates for windows, doors, <strong>and</strong> ornamentation. We had to buyan entire book of such curlicues from which we have to copy five pages for tomorrow. He is the exact opposite of Henri."<strong>Konrad</strong> nodded. "I am not surprised. Look at his building over there, he designed it from a set of such templates: ‘Russo-17
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