signet ring with the coat of arms of his family. "Forgive me, but I had a notion of a rather wild <strong>and</strong> uncultured clan upthere in those mountains. But Vladimir assures me that Tamara is not only intelligent but also well educated. I had theidea the people in the valleys of the Caucasus were all Mohammedans."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra let out a peal of laughter. "Not only did they become Christians five hundred years before the Russian Bojarsforcefully dunked their subjects in the Dnieper, but some of the oldest Georgian churches are in Svaneti. DavidDadeshkeliani is a highly cultured man with a large library of valuable incunabulae <strong>and</strong> ancient religious art, besides he isa most charming man."Uncharacteristically fidgety, Nomikoff blushed. "What do you suggest should be done to redress my son’s indiscretion?He told me that you wrote to your father to ask him for help. I find this very laudable. It alone would earn you the positionof his mother at this wedding."He bowed to her. "Would you think that a letter from me to your father would be in order?"She nodded. "I am sure it would be highly appreciated. My father is a modern, worldly man, not at all narrow-minded. Idid tell him the entire story of Vladimir <strong>and</strong> Tamara, which I advised the two not to broach to her father as yet."M. Nomikoff raised his glass to her. "May I drink to our acquaintance, you are a perfectly charming lady. I should countmyself lucky to find you at my side during the occasion. I trust your husb<strong>and</strong> does not object to a temporary liaison of hisbeautiful, young wife with this old man?"She smiled at him <strong>and</strong> reassured him that <strong>Konrad</strong> fully approved of her engagement.He took the trouble of accompanying her home in his car <strong>and</strong> kissed her gloved h<strong>and</strong> most respectfully.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was immensely pleased with herself, as woman <strong>and</strong> as diplomat.Irakli wrote back immediately assuring Alex<strong>and</strong>ra that he would negotiate the wedding to take place at his house in thelast week of May. David Dadeshkeliani’s reply took much longer. The letter was stamped in Tiflis. Apparently David hadgot on his horse <strong>and</strong> traveled to Tiflis to discuss the case with Irakli, who must have explained the facts to his cousin.The tone of David Dadeshkeliani’s letter was friendly <strong>and</strong> gracious, he welcomed Vladimir as his son-in-law <strong>and</strong> praisedhim as a person, but raised several reservations. One of them was the question of Vladimir’s profession. Would he beable to support Tamara <strong>and</strong> a child in time of need? Tamara was assured of a generous dowry, <strong>and</strong> he assumed thatVladimir’s inheritance would allow him to support himself <strong>and</strong> a family without any gainful occupation, but the future wasnot auspicious. His inherited support was not guaranteed to the end of their lives, as it had been for generations.Tamara raged against this admonition. father was an old-fashioned man. The uncertain future was exactly why she hadbecome a lawyer. But Vladimir was less sanguine, he felt reprim<strong>and</strong>ed, asked to pull himself together <strong>and</strong> write aserious, publishable novel. "The Last Princess of Svaneti" was being printed in Paris, <strong>and</strong> the publisher had promisedhim a sizable return. But, of course, he could not publicly own up to this source of income. It was most vexing.This time, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra did not spare him her biting sarcasm, <strong>and</strong> he admitted that she had some justification for herdressing him down.He sighed. "It is hard to shape up to conventional bourgeois reality as a spoiled heir to a good fortune."Tamara defended Vladimir fiercely against Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s accusations. Vladimir finally suggested he would find sometranslation work—many famous Russian writers had supported themselves with translations—while he started a new,serious novel in order to show to his future father-in-law that he could do that too. To Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s pointed question as towhat this novel would be, Vladimir was silent.56.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra's journey to Munich1913Alex<strong>and</strong>ra shared a second-class sleeper compartment with three others. Her upper berth afforded some privacy, but didget hot <strong>and</strong> stuffy at night. East Prussia passed cold <strong>and</strong> gray by her window. Pouring rain had transformed the l<strong>and</strong> intoone vast lake. Eydtkuhnen, the memories of their long wait in the snow <strong>and</strong> the night at the Bredows, lay behind her.She spent a good amount of time sitting on her bed reading <strong>and</strong> meditating. At home she did breath-counting exercisesevery morning after she woke up. "To separate my dreams from the new day," she would tell <strong>Konrad</strong>.These exercises had become an effective way of renewing her energies <strong>and</strong> controlling the tensions of her days, to lether deep feelings <strong>and</strong> hunches surface <strong>and</strong> to prepare for her patients. She was convinced that these exercises hadreleased her healing powers.She now experimented with a less-structured method of visualizing spontaneous images float from the depth of her180
subconscious past her observant mind, unpremeditated. She looked at them, took them in, <strong>and</strong> discarded them for a newimage.Among pictures from the past—Otto on the sleigh ride in the full-moon night, her ride with Dato to Shuamta—all of asudden deeply disturbing images surfaced: the East Prussian l<strong>and</strong>scape appeared covered with corpses floating inblood. She quickly wrenched herself out of this frightening state, but the latent afterimage returned whenever she lookedat the pouring rain."An outgrowth of my hidden fears <strong>and</strong> anxieties," she told herself.Suddenly the conductor stood before her. "Frau Doktor Dadiani-Rost, may I please see your ticket?"Perplexed, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra looked at the smiling man."Where are your son <strong>and</strong> husb<strong>and</strong>? Don’t you remember me <strong>and</strong> the night you took the pregnant woman toGumbinnen?"Now Alex<strong>and</strong>ra recognized the man who had asked her for help seven years ago. It was not possible, was it?"Yes," he said, "I am still traveling the same beat between Eydtkuhnen <strong>and</strong> Berlin, three times a week. Our meeting is acoincidence. Would you care to join me for a cup of tea? Or do you prefer an excellent Belgian coffee?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra chose the coffee to revive her spirits <strong>and</strong> banish her black thoughts.To her own surprise, she did most of the talking—was it because she had talked a whole day only to herself? The thingsthat had accumulated in her mind for weeks just flowed from her. She had tried to keep those events to herself,especially her success in healing people.The man was less surprised than she had expected."Here in Masuria live many wise women who do that, <strong>and</strong> in Kashubia, through which we will pass this evening, all thewomen seem to have a sixth sense. They are famous, the Kashubian Sibyls." He laughed.But then he looked at her with serious eyes. "Frau Doktor, you are an educated lady. You live in the Russian capital, butyou are not Russian. You are very different from the Russians, <strong>and</strong> you have a German husb<strong>and</strong>. I am an uneducatedman from Gumbinnen, but I get around a lot. I see the rich people from Berlin <strong>and</strong> the aloof Russian aristocrats on mytrain <strong>and</strong> get scared. They don’t know where they are going <strong>and</strong> don’t seem to care. I feel a terrible war is coming. Wehave a clairvoyante woman, eine hellseherische Frau, in my village who on New Year’s Eve prophesied blood rainingfrom heaven <strong>and</strong> pestilence <strong>and</strong> murder. You are a clairvoyante too, what do you see?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra sighed <strong>and</strong> thought. My vision does not go away. I don’t want to be a clairvoyant. I don’t need to know thefuture. I want to keep my freedom to act every day, at every moment. I don’t want to stare like Persephone <strong>and</strong> Motherparalyzed by precognition at the future.She knew she was lying to the man. "I really cannot see the future."They arrived in Berlin in the early morning hours, still raining, a thin, steady drizzle. The farmers will be happy, shethought, but the city looked drab <strong>and</strong> uninviting. She would have to spend the whole day in Berlin to catch the direct trainto Munich at night.She went to the station restaurant, a dark place smelling of stale cigarette smoke <strong>and</strong> the metallic odor of locomotives<strong>and</strong> hot brakes. She ordered a substantial Mittagessen <strong>and</strong> looked around. The place was depressing. Memories of theevening with <strong>Konrad</strong> at the Cabaret returned, the smug, well-fed burghers, the nude dancing girls, the shallow, dubiousditties they had sung. Strange, she thought, despite <strong>Konrad</strong> I don’t like BerlinWhen a family of five under the stern, paternal supervision of a man in uniform settled at the next table <strong>and</strong> ordered beer<strong>and</strong> Schweinebraten, she knew she would not be able to sit in this place until evening. She paid, collected herbelongings, <strong>and</strong> went to the information desk in search of another, earlier connection.The officious clerk offered her a train to Hanover, where she could catch the express from Hamburg to Munich, an hourlonger ride. For a small amount of additional money she fled the town.Her connection in Hanover arrived after less than twenty minutes of waiting. She walked along the train’s corridor insearch of a seat. Looking through the sliding doors of the compartments she had detected a convenient window seat. Ayoung woman sat on the opposite bench. She started. What was going on today? She looked again—Clara Westhoffwas sitting there.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra took a deep breath, <strong>and</strong> carefully opened the sliding-door. With a smile she asked, "Is this seat still available?"Clara looked up <strong>and</strong> very uncharacteristically screamed, "Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, mein Gott, where do you come from?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra sank into the strong arms of her friend."I am being pursued by apparitions, but your embrace feels real. It is good to find you. I fled Berlin. I am going to Munich,<strong>and</strong> you?""I too, after spending the winter in Worpswede, I am going to Berg for the summer. Sit down, you look tired. Do you comedirectly from St. Petersburg?""Is Ruth with you?"Clara’s eyes laughed. "Yes, she is almost a big girl now. She went on a tour of the train by herself."Slowly the first shock of their unexpected meeting gave way to the pleasure of rediscovering the old sympathies.Pensive, a shadow passing her features, Clara said. "Rainer is in Ronda, in Andalucia. We are still not divorced <strong>and</strong> still181
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