controversial man, was surely under surveillance by the Russian Okhrana <strong>and</strong> one could not trust the ears of one’spersonnel."Deda, who is Persephone?" Alex<strong>and</strong>ra asked suddenly.Deda stopped stirring the walnut paste <strong>and</strong> caught by surprised looked at her daughter. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra confessed that<strong>Konrad</strong> had been invited by Henri to a sema in Shavnabada, <strong>and</strong> she had accompanied him."Persephone was very civilized to <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> me. I had pictured her an evil witch with piercing eyes <strong>and</strong> long hair,casting spells on people." She laughed. "I noticed nothing of that. She was exceptionally kind."Deda pushed back a str<strong>and</strong> of hair that had fallen into her eyes. "Persephone is an extraordinary person. Her mother wasGreek, her father a Syrian precious-stone cutter. She grew up in the house of her Greek gr<strong>and</strong>father, who was asuccessful merchant in Batumi."She took a bottle of vinegar from a shelf, added a teaspoon to the walnut paste, <strong>and</strong> tasted it. "Her father was a memberof the Halveji brotherhood. He taught Persephone how to grind <strong>and</strong> polish precious stones, <strong>and</strong> introduced her to theHalveji. A woman cutting stones <strong>and</strong> entering a Sufi brotherhood was unusual twenty years ago. It is no longer."Deda finished stirring the farce, chopped a bunch of cilantro, sprinkled it over the puree, <strong>and</strong> h<strong>and</strong>ed the bowl toAlex<strong>and</strong>ra."As Persephone got older, she discovered that she had a gift for healing. She followed a man to Tiflis, but theirrelationship fell apart. She became widely known as a healer. Being a woman of sharp judgment <strong>and</strong> possessing asensitivity that far exceeded that of the men in the Halveji Brotherhood in the Bazaar, they elected her their sheikh. I mether through Henri many years ago, <strong>and</strong> she has become one of my closest friends."Deda had folded her arms. She looked thoughtfully at her daughter <strong>and</strong> asked. "Does this answer your question?Because beyond these bare facts, I find it difficult to explain this woman to you. Maybe one day you will get to know herbetter <strong>and</strong> learn more about her. When she acts as our sheikh, we call her Brimo. You see, Brimo was the ancient,sacred name of Persephone, the daughter of the Greek goddess Demeter."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra stopped her work, tilted her head, <strong>and</strong> quizzically looked at her mother. "Are you a member of the Halveji <strong>and</strong>participate in their dances?""We don’t like to talk about these things, but you can find out yourself, my child, if you are interested. You will always bewelcome in Shavnabada."When Ilia <strong>and</strong> Olga arrived late at night, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra received them at the door. They embraced. Ilia, a short man with around head, wispy hair, <strong>and</strong> a splendid h<strong>and</strong>lebar mustache peered into the dark hallway <strong>and</strong> anxiously asked whetherthey had let their staff go for the night.Deda appeared <strong>and</strong> lovingly embraced her old cousin Ilia. Olga Guramishvili, slightly taller than her husb<strong>and</strong>, a few greystr<strong>and</strong>s in her dark hair apologized. "Forgive us, Tamunia, we are late. Had we arrived during daylight hours, half of Tifliswould have stood singing patriotic songs in front of your door. The last thing we need. Did you read the article OnOccasion of Ilia Chavchavadze’s Return from Exile in yesterday’s issue of Iveria? The Russians may not be able to readGeorgian, but we received two death threats since yesterday—in Russian.""Let’s forget my worries tonight," pleaded Ilia with a short laugh making an effort to recover his usual, boisterous self. "Letus eat your good food, drink Irakli’s wine, <strong>and</strong> be happy that I once more returned alive to my beloved but sadMotherl<strong>and</strong>." He rummaged in his bag <strong>and</strong> pulled out a fat, German, mail order catalogue <strong>and</strong> two fashion magazinesfrom France <strong>and</strong> Italy. "Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, I hear your are getting married. I brought you something."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra thanked him <strong>and</strong> eagerly snatched the journals out of his h<strong>and</strong>. They were still st<strong>and</strong>ing in the foyer whenIrakli <strong>and</strong> <strong>Konrad</strong> joined them.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra put her arm in <strong>Konrad</strong>’s <strong>and</strong> with a sweet smile presented him to Ilia. "May I introduce my fiancé, professor<strong>Konrad</strong> Rost from Berlin <strong>and</strong> St. Petersburg—Ilia Chavchavadze, poet, politician, <strong>and</strong> revolutionary, but above all myvery preferred uncle."Ilia sized up <strong>Konrad</strong> with a trace of easy mockery in his eyes. "Professor Rost, are you worthy of this exceptionaldaughter of our beautiful l<strong>and</strong>? We don’t give away our young women lightly to foreigners."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra stepped forward, as if to protect <strong>Konrad</strong>. "Ilia, this man is a unique person, <strong>and</strong> I love him."Ilia smiled indulgently. "I see, your love makes him special?"They moved into the living room, Irakli poured each a glass of wine <strong>and</strong> welcomed Ilia, "To our Georgian hero, poet, <strong>and</strong>second brother-in-law, many happy returns to the Motherl<strong>and</strong>!""Ah, you fat Mingrelian l<strong>and</strong>owners," exclaimed Ilia sarcastically in Georgian. "You sit at home on your rich estates, growtea, take the money from these northern barbarians, <strong>and</strong> care a hoot of what happens to this l<strong>and</strong> of the Georgians. Haveyou forgotten your mother tongue?""Please, let’s speak Russian," pleaded Irakli. "And if you cannot st<strong>and</strong> Russian, speak German. <strong>Konrad</strong> can recite hiswedding vows in Georgian but not much else, <strong>and</strong> he certainly will not underst<strong>and</strong> your complicated Georgian politics."<strong>Konrad</strong> raised his glass to Irakli <strong>and</strong> Ilia. "Dear mamebi zakartvelis, fathers of Georgia, you belittle my intelligence!" <strong>and</strong>began to sing the first stanza of one of Ilia’s heroically patriotic songs in Georgian. He laughed. "That is as far as I havecome! Next week Alex<strong>and</strong>ra will teach me the second stanza!"30
All applauded <strong>and</strong> Ilia made a small bow before <strong>Konrad</strong>. "Maybe you are worthy of an honorable adoption by thiswoman.". "Tell us about your visit to Berlin <strong>and</strong> Paris," pleaded Alex<strong>and</strong>ra with eager eyes. "I would first have gone to Italy. Venicehas been my dream for years. What are the ladies wearing? Did you go to the opera, <strong>and</strong> is Berlin as rich <strong>and</strong> debasedas they say?"Ilia pretended distress. "I was afraid the you would ask me that question, that is why I brought you those journals. Nowyou can have yourself the latest wedding dress made." He pointed at the fashion magazines. "Yes, Berlin is expensive<strong>and</strong> booming, <strong>and</strong> the Kaiser is even more pompous than ours." He spread his empty h<strong>and</strong>s. "I am sorry, I spent most ofmy time talking to the German <strong>and</strong> French Socialists. Sorry, no opera." He made a curtsy before Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "As far asthe ladies go, I prefer the Georgian gogonebi over any other, they are the most beautiful."He raised his glass to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Long live our Georgian women, the envy of Europe!"Tamunia-Deda frowned wearily, cool disdain for her old cousin’s buffoonery on her face she remonstrated with him. "Whydo you always expose yourself? Consorting with these foreign Socialists! You can be assured that the Kaiser’s secretservice has already informed the Okhrana whom you met <strong>and</strong> where. Why put yourself, your relatives, <strong>and</strong> yourGeorgian mission at risk like that? What do you think you will achieve, Georgian autonomy with the help of theSocialists? You are a fool!"Ilia in a soothing tone. "Dear Tamunia, I love you as dearly as I love Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. Don’t be jealous. But you are halfRussian in Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali, how can you underst<strong>and</strong> my fight for Georgian freedom?"Tamara flushed <strong>and</strong> with unexpected animation defended her family from this insult. "You know that this is infamy. TheTsin<strong>and</strong>ali Chavchavadze are as Georgian as you are, but how do you imagine that Georgia could exist without Russianprotection? The Persians <strong>and</strong> the Turks would have cut our Christian throats twice in the last forty years, not to mentionShamyl <strong>and</strong> his Chechen hordes. Have you forgotten Baryatinski’s heroic campaign against Shamyl? Maybe theChavchavadze women from Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali who married the Tsar’s advisors did more for Georgia than your entire campaign!We are like vines." She moved her h<strong>and</strong> from her breast in a flowing gesture through the air <strong>and</strong> back again. "One cancut us back, but we always grow again." She finished with determination. "One day, the son of a Georgian mother willoccupy the Imperial throne of Russia <strong>and</strong> put an end to our oppression."Irakli raised his glass. "Do bury this old family argument! Let us drink to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> her red-bearded, German bard!When shall we have your wedding?"Irakli envisioned an old-fashioned Georgian wedding. They would set up long benches <strong>and</strong> tables in front of the church inAlaverdi. The musicians would sit on a small stage, a larger one would serve for dancing. Suckling pigs <strong>and</strong> sheep wouldroast over open fires. Ilia offered to contribute the orchestra <strong>and</strong> several skins of wine from his vineyards. In the eveningthey would dance to Georgian music.Following old custom, the bride would spend the night before the wedding in Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali. Riders in splendid uniformswould accompany her train of carriages. A triumphal procession through the villages. <strong>Konrad</strong> would stay at Irakli’s manorhouse in Kvareli <strong>and</strong> meet the bride’s train at Alaverdi.<strong>Konrad</strong> asked whether after the wedding Alex<strong>and</strong>ra <strong>and</strong> he could spend a few days in Kvareli to prepare for theirexpedition to Pshavi <strong>and</strong> Tusheti—their honeymoon.Deda wrinkled her forehead, she had imagined they would spend their honeymoon in Europe.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra demurred reproachfully. "Our love began with <strong>Konrad</strong>’s inviting me to go to Tusheti with him. We have tohonor this oldest promise to each other." But then she reconsidered her mother’s suggestion <strong>and</strong> with a pleading smileturned to <strong>Konrad</strong>: "<strong>Konrad</strong>, dear man, the prospect of seeing Venice is a temptation, could we return to St. Petersburg byway of a small detour instead of taking the dreary train north through Russia?"Everyone held their breath. Her doting father laughed heartily <strong>and</strong> raised his glass to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Dear daughter of mine,I invite you <strong>and</strong> <strong>Konrad</strong> to be my guests on a trip to Italy!""But Papa, you are not invited!""Of course not, who said I would go with you—although I would enjoy nothing more! To your Italian honeymoon!" Iraklifinishing his glass in one draught.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra fell around her father’s neck. "Papa, you are wonderful. I love you."Ilia could not hold still, he had to test Tamunia’s feelings towards her future son-in-law. With a conniving smile he turnedto her. "And who will introduce <strong>Konrad</strong> in Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali? Could I be of help? I would enjoy giving a rousing speech thatwould melt all objections they may have to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s marrying the foreigner of her choice."Deda, an irritated tone in her voice, cut him short. "I will take <strong>Konrad</strong> to Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali myself to present him to my oldmother. We don’t need your kind services. And please, cousin, no pranks on that wedding." She waved a finger at Ilia.Olga with an annoyed voice said. "Husb<strong>and</strong>, you are becoming objectionable. The accolades of your Georgian followers<strong>and</strong> the fear of being murdered by the Okhrana have gone to your head. Stop picking fights with your hostess.""Let him, Olga," said Tamara with a kinder voice. "I have known him since childhood, <strong>and</strong> I like this wild man. Even if Ithink he is a political fool, he still is an eloquent poet." She blushed <strong>and</strong> raised her glass. "To the memory of our youngeryears, Ilia."31
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