to continue lying on her side until it ebbed away.She relaxed again. The warmth of the sun <strong>and</strong> the soil under the olive trees, where she had conceived this child, invadedher. She saw <strong>Konrad</strong> above her, his loving eyes. Effortless the image changed into her sitting under the Gauguin <strong>and</strong> vanGogh paintings at Becky’s house, <strong>and</strong> back to the reflections in Venice. Her Giorgione appeared, the clouds drifting overthe castle. It was she who now sat naked in the sunspot waiting to present her child to her knight.The next contraction hit a few minutes later. She became fully awake. This child is in a hurry, she thought.This time the pain was sharp. As it flooded her body from her center down to between her legs, a bright red lightappeared in her vision. It started as a small, highly concentrated source far away that raced towards her, growing as thepain increased, until it arrived at a spot just below her navel. Concentrating all her senses on this vision, she put her h<strong>and</strong>on her belly where she seemed to see it. The light exploded enveloping her in a rain of brilliant red stars just as thespasm reached its peak. She felt the child move downwards with a determined push, then the pain let up.Still lying on her side, she tried to pull one leg up to make more room for the child, but that position did not feel right anylonger. She turned on her back. Very gingerly she let her h<strong>and</strong> w<strong>and</strong>er to where the child would appear between her legs<strong>and</strong> found herself wide open.It was time to wake <strong>Konrad</strong>.<strong>Konrad</strong> jumped up with a start. "How often have you had contractions?""They seem to come much faster than I had expected. Get me the rubber sheet <strong>and</strong> some towels to soak up my water,when it breaks <strong>and</strong> then go <strong>and</strong> get Deda <strong>and</strong> Sophia. Brimus cannot wait any longer."Before he could get these things her water broke."Never mind, get me the towels. I will go to the bathroom to clean myself."<strong>Konrad</strong> helped her up <strong>and</strong> brought her a bathrobe. While he prepared the bed for her, she went to the bathroom. Sophiahad impressed on her that cleanliness was of greatest importance in preventing infections of the womb <strong>and</strong> the child. Onher way she met Sophia who took her arm <strong>and</strong> led her back to bed."Lie down, dear child, I will get some warm water <strong>and</strong> wash you, this is no time to st<strong>and</strong> around in the bathroom."Sophia got a basin with warm water <strong>and</strong> carefully washed her. "You are wide open, it will not be long."A few minutes later another severe contraction arrived. The pain was excruciating, but at the height of the contractionshe saw the bright light again, only this time it was yellow. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra concentrated all her energies on it <strong>and</strong> guided itdown to where Brimus was dem<strong>and</strong>ing his release. She held it there in its full intensity. It enveloped her belly like apowerful aura <strong>and</strong> only faded when the contraction ceased. Quiet reigned for a few minutes. She could breathe again."Did you see the light that was around me?"Sophia shook her head."Whenever I have a really painful contraction, I see brightly colored lights. They are very helpful, all I have to do is focuson them, <strong>and</strong> the pain lets up. This time the light was yellow <strong>and</strong> seemed to envelop my whole body like an aura."Another, milder contraction overtook her.Deda <strong>and</strong> Sophia made Alex<strong>and</strong>ra warm <strong>and</strong> comfortable. <strong>Konrad</strong> had been sent to the kitchen to heat a large pot ofwater. They would need it to wash the child.An hour passed before the child’s head appeared. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra experienced a series of smaller <strong>and</strong> larger contractions.The largest ones were again accompanied by bright lights, first a green then a blue one.The blue light invaded her entire body. The pain of the contraction seemed unbearable, but the light persisted. When shegave herself up to the vision all pain receded miraculously, she only felt the fierce powers gripping her body. At the heightof the contraction her body released her. Flooded by an indescribable pleasure she floated weightless in blue space.Suddenly the blue turned a blinding white which filled the room. She saw her body lying on the bed below her. The child’shead had appeared.Brimus emerged between her legs. She smiled at him. She felt one last, huge contraction shake her body, <strong>and</strong> there hewas.She watched Sophia cut <strong>and</strong> knot the umbilical cord, pick him up, turn him upside down, <strong>and</strong> slap him on his bottom. Helet out a loud cry. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra laughed, <strong>and</strong> with that laugh the white light abruptly collapsed, <strong>and</strong> she found herself back inher tired body, full of exhausted bliss.Sophia carefully washed the blood-smeared child <strong>and</strong> placed him into Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s arms. "I have never heard a womanlaugh during delivery." Sophia said shaking her head <strong>and</strong> gave her the baby. "Of course, it is a boy!"<strong>Konrad</strong> kissed his wife, <strong>and</strong> she h<strong>and</strong>ed the child to him. "Let us call him Otho in Georgian <strong>and</strong> Otto in German. I like thatname."62
19.An unexpected encounter with Vladimir1904On a summer morning of the year 1904 Vladimir opened the door of Kluchkov’s bookshop on Liteini Boulevard. The bellover the door chimed. He was met by the familiar cloud of dust <strong>and</strong> stale tobacco smoke. As he closed the door a sharpsense of danger attacked him from the back. He stopped <strong>and</strong> carefully turned around but could not see any cause .The old bookseller peered at him over his reading glasses. "Good day, Vladimir Vladimirovich! You have become a rarevisitor lately."The foreboding of an impending disaster hung over St. Petersburg, the revolution appeared imminent. Vladimir’s fatherhad been detained again because of his connections to the Socialists. Valdimir had to be careful, spies <strong>and</strong> informers forthe Okhrana were everywhere. He addressed the old man. "Vitali Ivanovich, have you seen my first volume of poetry? Itshould have appeared weeks ago."The bookseller took a puff on his pipe <strong>and</strong> shook his balding head. "Don’t worry, the volume is being held for furtherscrutiny until after your father has been released. You know the way the censors work."Annoyed, Vladimir bit his lip. "But it contains harmless lyrics, the memories of a sensuous summer, love poems, nothingpolitical.""So, you will see it very soon, I am sure. Can I do anything else for you today?""I have not been in town for months, may I browse the shelves?"Victor Ivanovich smiled <strong>and</strong> invited him in with his h<strong>and</strong>. "Be my guest. I am most happy to see you here."Vladimir’s apprehension had not lessened. He peered into the cavernous, dark shop with its rows of bookshelves. Hewas alone with the old man, whom he knew well. He gave himself a push.As he passed the corner of the first shelf he saw who waited for him.She sat hidden behind the stack on a low stool next to two piles of books <strong>and</strong> looked at him amused. In a simple grayShantung silk printed with small orange leaves, she looked even more alluring than he remembered. Over her sternalcavity hung a shimmering black opal on a thin, h<strong>and</strong>-wrought gold chain. Her blue eyes mocked him affectionately.Without a word Vladimir bent down <strong>and</strong> kissed her h<strong>and</strong> with a tender brush of his lips.She let him feel the pleasure he gave her, the irony around her mouth disappeared.Vladimir recovered his voice. "My God, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, for two people living in the same city it has been an eternity since wehave last met. When was it that I last saw you?""At Becky’s house, on the day when we looked at her father’s pictures.""You were pregnant then, I remember.""Yes, Otto is four!""Has it been that long?"He had recovered his nonchalance <strong>and</strong> with a charming, but calculated blush regressed. "Do you remember the summerball in the Botanical Gardens? I had a crush on you then, <strong>and</strong> today you look even more gorgeous."He stood towering over her.She looked up at him <strong>and</strong> sighed. "Vladimir the Beautiful, always carefully choosing his words! I am still in love with yourRussian."Bending forward—the opal described a long pendulous arc out of her décolleté—she picked up a book from her pile, <strong>and</strong>held it up to him. "I am looking for a new novel or a volume of poetry for <strong>Konrad</strong>. As you know I am not up to date onRussian literature. Would you help me?"He bent down, took the book, <strong>and</strong> squatted next to her. She had collected two piles, a Russian <strong>and</strong> a German one. Mostof the Russian books were classical literature, but then he discovered a slim volume of poetry by Alex<strong>and</strong>er Blok that hadjust appeared in print."Blok is beyond doubt one of our best Russian poets. Personally I find this collection too religious, but so are our times,<strong>and</strong> Blok will change. His new, unpublished poetry is very exciting."He h<strong>and</strong>ed her the Blok <strong>and</strong> watched her leaf through the slim volume. She seemed more feminine, less provocative.Her closeness confused him. He attacked the German pile <strong>and</strong> immediately found two noteworthy volumes, a collectionof poetry by Rilke <strong>and</strong> the Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann."To some Rilke is the greatest living poet, <strong>and</strong> the novel by Mann appeared a few years ago. It is very good, Irecommend it highly."She thanked him, collected the three volumes, <strong>and</strong> got up. "Are you busy? You could take me to a café where we can sit<strong>and</strong> talk more comfortably than here."She paid, <strong>and</strong> he carried the bag with the books for her. Out of sight of the bookseller she put her arm into his, <strong>and</strong>, welleducatedgentleman he was, he adjusted his step to hers.63
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