leave. Niko had not returned, <strong>and</strong> considering her rapidly beating heart, she was glad he had not witnessed this incident.She did not tell <strong>Konrad</strong>.The ball became a great, albeit controversial, success. Even the older faculty members risked a leg to the modern dancemusic, <strong>and</strong> the younger people loved it. The belly dancer, who appeared late at night, became a sc<strong>and</strong>al earning <strong>Konrad</strong>a reprim<strong>and</strong> by his superior. The matter eventually died down, when it became known that the majority of the sedateprofessors frequented the Armenian nightclubs regularly.Vladimir 1899Alex<strong>and</strong>ra became the talk of the faculty. Only much later would she find out that long before her arrival, she had alreadybeen the object of titillating rumors. The academic community attributed the novelties of the ball to her influence—laGéorgienne fatale! Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was delighted.16.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra decides to study medicine1899After a general examination <strong>and</strong> an interview, the medical faculty admitted Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. Full of energy, she threw herselfinto her course work, the delivery would steal the spring semester.She had hoped to persuade <strong>Konrad</strong> to hire a wet nurse. But when she asked him, <strong>Konrad</strong> had, for the first time, becomeseriously annoyed. He glowered at her. "A wet nurse? You are not in such a hurry to get finished that you could not feedthe child yourself."She had never seen him loose his equanimity, which she depended on in her spontaneity. Was it the stress of his work,the drawn-out, embarrassing departmental dispute about the ball? Wet nurses were a common institution in their circles.Clad in white uniforms <strong>and</strong> wearing conspicuous headgear, a small army of them offered their services to the betterfamilies. But she saw that he was serious, <strong>and</strong> gave in to his dem<strong>and</strong>.Now she was trying to beat her course load by working overtime.A few weeks into the semester the faculty notified her that they would allow her a full semester credit for two courses shehad taken in Tiflis, chemistry <strong>and</strong> biology, which <strong>Konrad</strong> had taught.<strong>Konrad</strong> laughed with a trace of envious admiration. She had been lucky again!She grew larger, the baby could no longer be hidden. Her pregnant presence at the university raised many eyebrows, buther radiant beauty protected her <strong>and</strong> her reserved poise simply forbade any unwarranted comments.Her professors began addressing her with a deferential ‘Princess Dadiani-Rost’. She was amused to have inadvertentlyacquired this impressive double name. However, her final vindication was that, whatever course she took, shesucceeded with the highest grades, <strong>and</strong> after a few months her teachers' skepticism <strong>and</strong> condescension changed intorespect. She became a heroine not only for her co-students but for the entire faculty.Her intellectual success gave her immense satisfaction <strong>and</strong> reawakened her old, cocky self-assurance.<strong>Konrad</strong> had to restrain himself at times <strong>and</strong> mobilize all his humor to put up with her. Not that she neglected him in anyarguable way. He continued to punctually find his breakfast <strong>and</strong> dinner every day, her kitchen was spotless, but shejumped out of bed before he could properly wake up—he had always been slow in the morning—<strong>and</strong> on many nights shewould not retire until midnight. Their spontaneous love-making, most often initiated by her in the past, had become lessfrequent.<strong>Konrad</strong> concluded that he was jealous. He felt pushed from his singular position in her life by the child, by her ambitiousstudy program <strong>and</strong> her intellectual success—all problems that were of his own making, which he could only indirectlyblame on her. Look at yourself, he thought, after all it turns out that it is not as easy as you had imagined to live with aworking woman!Alex<strong>and</strong>ra kept up a faithful correspondence with her father. At least once a week they exchanged letters.<strong>Konrad</strong> scrupulously adhered to two principles during their married life, he never read Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s personalcorrespondence, <strong>and</strong> he never concerned himself with their finances.He was not interested in controlling either. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had turned out to be so shrewd in money matters that he could notcompete with her. He simply gave her his monthly salary from the institute <strong>and</strong> the fees from teaching at the university,<strong>and</strong> she administered it, paid the rent, bought the things they needed for daily life, <strong>and</strong> paid for the furniture they boughttogether, one carefully selected piece after another. If <strong>Konrad</strong> needed money for himself, she would simply give him aliberal amount. They never had an argument over money, but neither of them squ<strong>and</strong>ered it. He had few external56
obligations, <strong>and</strong> she, ever since they had set up a common household, kept tight control of her impulsive buying.In appreciation of her circumspection, he would take her out to dinner every so often or to buy with her an exceptionalpiece of clothing, like the new winter coat she needed badly as it became colder.Not to embarrass him in public, she would slip him a liberal amount of money before they entered the establishment.<strong>Konrad</strong> would laugh, "If other men would know how luxurious the life of a kept man is, they would all convert to ourarrangement!"Because married women could not open a bank account, she opened one in her own name, which proved sufficient tomake the bank’s manager serve her personally. She was aware that she was feeding the rumor mills with her unorthodoxbehavior, but that never bothered her.All of this had another advantage—<strong>Konrad</strong> did not have to know how much money her father sent his beloved daughterin occasional transactions. They were rather large sums. She made no secret of her father’s financial contributions, buthe did not have to acknowledge or bother with them.So it required no long discussions or begging to hire a cleaning lady twice a week when she could no longer bend downeasily. But she continued to prepare all their meals, it had become not only a ritual of their life, but an exploration into thefoods of other countries.Occasionally Alex<strong>and</strong>ra met with Niko for lunch when their classes coincided. On one such occasion she invited Niko <strong>and</strong>Otar for dinner. She promised Niko a Georgian feast—without tamada unless he wanted to preside—which he graciouslydeclined. Quite casually she suggested that he bring a girlfriend. "If you have one," she teased with a smile. "And one ofyour radical friends. And if he has a girlfriend, he should bring her too. Niko smiled sarcastically. "My friend VladimirNomikoff might take you by surprise. I have not seen him for a long time."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra frowned. "Vladimir Nomikoff?" She pronounced every syllable. "I think I know him: arrogant, good-looking, <strong>and</strong>with a first-class background, but Vladimir a political radical? I thought he was a poet."Niko looked at her in surprise. "Yes, that is he. Well, radical is slightly exaggerated, his father is an influential politician,who has been in custody off <strong>and</strong> on for criticizing the government. Vladimir went to the Gymnasium with me. The familychauffeur delivered him every morning in his father’s Wolsley! One day he left the school. He was too arrogant tosubordinate himself. His father got a tutor for him. But where did you meet Vladimir?""At <strong>Konrad</strong>’s summer ball." She said nonchalantly, trying to divert him from this subject. "Do you have a girlfriend who isnice?"Niko blushed. "I met her at the same occasion. We are good friends, her name is Nina."Eventually she also invited the Sisakians.Niko’s friend Nina turned out to be a blond, sensitive Russian girl who quite obviously adored Niko. She willingly offeredto help in the kitchen, anxious to pick up one or another of Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s Georgian recipes.<strong>Konrad</strong>, meanwhile, talked to Niko about physics. He had borrowed some introductory books from the university libraryfor him <strong>and</strong> tried to describe some of the latest, revolutionary developments in this field, the controversy about the natureof light, <strong>and</strong> the discovery of wireless transmission by electromagnetic waves. Niko, who had listened around at school,hung on <strong>Konrad</strong>’s words.Vladimir arrived late—driven by his father’s chauffeur in an open Benz-L<strong>and</strong>au—accompanied by a dark-haired, lusciouspetite in a fabulous dress.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra raised an eyebrow. This complication she had not taken into account, but Vladimir was his studied self, theperfect gentleman. He kissed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s h<strong>and</strong>."Princess Dadiani-Rost may I introduce my friend Rebecca, also known as Becky."And then Alex<strong>and</strong>ra made a mistake. Was it Becky’s presence that confused her or Vladimir’s faultless aplomb? In anattempt to disarm him <strong>and</strong> to make him more human, she said, "Valdimir Vladimirovich, may I ask you to drop my father’stitles <strong>and</strong> simply call me Alex<strong>and</strong>ra as everybody does who is present tonight? And would you permit me to address youas Vladimir?"He allowed it with a slight inclination of his head <strong>and</strong> a supercilious smile. Only she noticed the trace of a blush on hisarrogant face.Becky appeared bored. Obviously she was used to circulate in the illustrious circles of Vladimir’s parents <strong>and</strong> had sometrouble adjusting to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s informality. She was not a student, she explained in fluent French, if one disregarded herdilettante attempts at painting <strong>and</strong> playing the piano.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra introduced her to Marti explaining that he was a painter who had just arrived from Paris. Becky’s disdainfulapathy disappeared, her father was a passionate collector of impressionist <strong>and</strong> contemporary French art, in fact, herparents had just left for Paris to search for new paintings.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra carefully mixed the couples around the table. With a mischievous eye she watched her husb<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> his exoticneighbor. Would sparks fly?<strong>Konrad</strong> had found a supplier of Georgian wines <strong>and</strong> had bought a good Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali, which Vladimir, the connoisseur, dulyacknowledged."Oh," Niko shrugged indifferently, "this is a wine from my gr<strong>and</strong>father’s estate."57
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