Byzantine Ornaments for an Oriental Harem’. Have a look in his book."She nodded. "Come to think of it, why could Henri not teach me to design such beautiful necklaces? Maybe I could evenlearn how to make them. I will have to ask Henri how he gets his ideas. Are you coming along?"<strong>Konrad</strong> avoided looking at her, the challenge in her eyes made him giddy. "What will your parents say: a well brought-upyoung lady like you trying to learn gold-smithing from a man in the bazaar?"Her eyes lit up with fierce resolve. "The daughter of a rich father may do anything she sets her mind on, as long as sheremains a dilettante <strong>and</strong> does not embarrass him by making money."She laughed <strong>and</strong> continued with an alarming obstinacy. "And I do set my mind on the things I like! But I had hoped thatyou would applaud my idea.""Dear, blue-eyed revolutionary, at times I am delighted <strong>and</strong> at others frightened by your headstrong determination." Hepulled out his watch <strong>and</strong> consulted the time. "We have to go, if we don’t want to rush."He went to fetch her burka.As he stood behind her, holding her coat spread between his outstretched arms, her bare neck lay in front of him for thethird time on that evening, utterly defenseless. He brushed it with a kiss.She spun around <strong>and</strong> slapped him in the face with her loose glove. Her eyes ablaze.For a few seconds he stood holding her burka like a crest-fallen, black-winged angel. She appeared irresistibly beautiful.And then her eyes changed, asked for forgiveness, <strong>and</strong> with a smile on her flushed face she gave him a kiss on theaffected cheek.On Golovinsky Boulevard she put her arm under his. "Hold on to me, I might slip on this wet pavement."She glanced at him sideways full of affection. Her arm in his was a novel experience; there was, of course, no dangerthat sure-footed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra would slip."Please don’t embarrass me now," she asked as they entered the crowded foyer of the theater. "You will see how manypeople will watch us, we would be the gossip of town tomorrow. As it is, the two of us appearing together will already leadto enough speculation."Next to each other they looked stunning.Tout le monde de Tiflis seemed to be present. She bowed her head to half a dozen elegant people <strong>and</strong> steered him to acouple somewhat older than her parents. The gentleman was of an imposing stature with an enormous h<strong>and</strong>lebarmustache <strong>and</strong> white unruly hair, his wife a formally dressed matron. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra introduced him, "Professor <strong>Konrad</strong> Rostfrom Berlin <strong>and</strong> St. Petersburg, my uncle Prince Luarsab Tarkhan-Mouravi <strong>and</strong> his wife Princess Sophia Bagrationi."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled affectionately. "Aunt Sophia is my natlideda, my very special godmother."Prince Tarkhan-Mouravi scrutinized <strong>Konrad</strong> with unmitigated severity. He switched from Russian to a rather formalGerman <strong>and</strong> inquired after <strong>Konrad</strong>’s professional interests, while Aunt Sophia, smiled warmly. "An unusual dress you arewearing," she teased Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Forever the elegantly understated Dadiani! But you must go <strong>and</strong> take your professor tomeet your young friends. We'll see you later.""A daughter of the mythical kings of Georgia?" whispered <strong>Konrad</strong> when they walked away.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra raised her eyebrows. "Tchi, not now, later. Look, over there is our famous poet Varzha Pshaveli talking to thefeared literary critic Gregori Robakidze. You see him, the one with the prominent hooked nose. The stiff threesome overthere are the ‘celebrated’ German architects Grimm, Stern, <strong>and</strong> Schröder. Ha, ha!"She bowed her head again."This was Ivane Javakhishvili who is the driving force behind a Georgian University in Tiflis. But the Russians aresuspicious, we are much too Georgian for their comfort. This man there is Akaki Tsereteli, another one of my relatives<strong>and</strong> the beloved poet of our time. He is talking to Lado Korisheli, a young actor on whom every girl in Tiflis has a crush,"she smiled, "except I."<strong>Konrad</strong> observed that in contrast to Berlin or St. Petersburg few men wore military uniforms."You are right, this is a l<strong>and</strong> of poets <strong>and</strong> wine growers, besides we are now under the gracious protection of Russia <strong>and</strong>have no need for an army."<strong>Konrad</strong>, weary of running the gauntlet, was relieved when the bell sounded.They shared a private loge with the Tarkhan-Mouravis. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, sitting next to Sophia Bagrationi at the balustrade,produced an opera glass from her bag, <strong>and</strong> the two ladies enjoyed themselves exchanging gossip about the peoplepresent. In the back row, behind the ladies, the ferocious looking gentleman continued his private examination of <strong>Konrad</strong>."You should visit us at our estate in Kaspi-Akhalkalaki. I am experimenting with some new grape vines, <strong>and</strong> could verywell use some advice," Mouravi was saying when the lights went out <strong>and</strong> an expectant hush fell over the audience.Two large gauze curtains, one behind the other, spanned the entire opening of the stage. Actors in various poses stoodon the nearly dark stage, some in front, others between the curtains. A few pieces of furniture barely indicated theexistence of a room up front. A few trees between the curtains simulated a garden, <strong>and</strong> the second curtain veiled aromantic, moon-lit l<strong>and</strong>scape, a lake, <strong>and</strong> a rowboat. Except for the front room everything lay in a dream-like haze.While the actors remained frozen in their poses, a deceptively real looking, brightly illuminated, white seagull, screeching"Íya, Íya", fluttered towards the moon above the lake.18
"Gespenstisch!" whispered Mouravi to <strong>Konrad</strong>. "Ghostly!"The play’s bill had announced "A Drama in Four Acts". This scene looked like a setting for a ghost story. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra wasshuddering.The play, without a trace of comedy, developed into a somber, symbolic melodrama, which during the evening becamemore <strong>and</strong> more depressing. After several chaotic love tangles the manic-depressed lover/hero shot himself in thedarkness behind the second curtain.<strong>Konrad</strong>, raised on the cleanly <strong>and</strong> expertly crafted dramas of Schiller <strong>and</strong> the wild, three-dimensional tragedies ofShakespeare, was disappointed.He had seen a sampling of modern plays in Berlin. Appropriately, Ibsen’s Wildente, "Wild Duck" came to his mind. ButIbsen’s play, though similarly symbolic, was a colorful satire filled with biting criticism of society <strong>and</strong> its petit-bourgeoismorality. He found nothing like that in this chaotic parable. Maybe his Russian was not good enough to fully appreciatethe poetry of the extended, albeit rather stiff love scenes, as if the lovers had never before experienced this emotion.Being relegated to watch more than to listen, <strong>Konrad</strong> noticed that the play was decidedly two-dimensional, an aspectmasterfully emphasized by the gauze curtains. None of the actors ever disappeared, they only vanished into the secondor third sublevel of this dreamscape, dimly visible behind the gauze but fully present at all times. This trick gave the playits heavily symbolic air.The acting was superb. No role was too small to have escaped the attention of the director. Chekhov had drawn thecharacters of the two protagonists so weakly by that there simply was no comm<strong>and</strong>ing role in the play. That, too,heightened the moral symbolism of this dark tragedy.The director granted his audience no respite; he performed the entire, long play without an intermission. Once again theghostly seagull rose <strong>and</strong> cried her desperate cry, a shot rang through the theater. The play was over. The dead man wasnever produced.<strong>Konrad</strong>, rather cool to this experience, was curious what Alex<strong>and</strong>ra would have to say. The audience applauded madlyduring five or six curtain calls. In the end Chekhov appeared arm-in-arm with Stanislavsky <strong>and</strong> his main actors. Theseagull cried once more, another ecstatic round of applause by the grateful audience.The Prince steered them towards the bar <strong>and</strong> ordered a cognac for everyone. He toasted to the Georgian joie de vivre<strong>and</strong> mumbled something about the tragically dense Russian mind, saying, "Thank God we live in a sunnier climate."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra commented on the superb acting, but was otherwise uncharacteristically silent. The Tarkhan-Mouravis offeredto take Alex<strong>and</strong>ra home in their phaeton, which prevented any further fueling the rumors about their relationship, but alsoany discussion about the play with <strong>Konrad</strong>.They met on Golovinsky Boulevard to visit Henri the goldsmith. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra appeared in a long, coarsely woven skirt, ablack mantilla, <strong>and</strong> high leather boots! She laughed as heartily as her father at <strong>Konrad</strong>’s surprised stare. Her prominentnose <strong>and</strong> blue eyes completed the disturbing similarity between father <strong>and</strong> daughter.She surveyed his street clothes <strong>and</strong> his low, patent leather shoes with a disapproving look. "No wonder they chased youaround the bazaar. We are not going by droshki, you know. Your shoes are highly impractical for those streets. Weshould order you a pair of high boots on our way to Henri, <strong>and</strong> riding boots for Tusheti."She took him into a dark shop behind the synagogue in Avlabada. A sign with naive pictures of boots <strong>and</strong> shoesannounced in Russian: "Anatoli Biniashvili, Shoemaker, Fine Shoes for Ladies <strong>and</strong> Gentlemen".The owner bowed deeply. "Princess Dadiani, I am honored by your visit to my humble store, how can I serve you today?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra explained <strong>and</strong> Anatoli brought out a number of different boots for <strong>Konrad</strong>. They were made from the mostsupple leather, yet strong <strong>and</strong> durable where it mattered. Most had long, turned-up points in front."What are these horns for?" asked <strong>Konrad</strong> Alex<strong>and</strong>ra in German, running his fingers along the extravagant curve."Oh," she laughed, "for decoration of course. But the local joke is that the heroes hold onto them when squatting down toanswer a human need."Both were laughing now. Anatoli, left out, watched his valued customers with alarm."Professor <strong>Konrad</strong> Yulyevich wanted to know why the shoes are pointed in front," she explained to Anatoli. "He said thathe had no intention of growing claws. So I told him that the points served to fend off the pigs in the villages."Anatoli, his dark eyes darting unsure from Alex<strong>and</strong>ra to <strong>Konrad</strong>, meekly joined their mirth.<strong>Konrad</strong> ordered a pair of high-shafted riding boots, Georgian style, but insisted on another pair without horns in the"English style. "For my city needs," he explained. The boots, made especially for <strong>Konrad</strong>, would be ready in a few days.When they were back in the street <strong>Konrad</strong> declared sullenly, "I don’t see any need for these horns in town.""O ho," she laughed, "you think so? Evidently you have not seen our latrines yet!""I did, but, my God, you are a delightfully outspoken Princess. You are about to change my whole view of thearistocracy."Her blue eyes flashed mockingly. "The reason is that you have never taken out a woman from the upper society, else youwould have long realized that we are just as human as the bourgeoisie—but we have no need to conceal our vulgarside."19
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