Thursday, June 5, 2014

GALINA SEDOVA’S BULGAKOV. CVII.


Cap” Continues.
 

And the thought of eternity, like a colossus,
Strikes the mind of man all of a sudden…
Each hour of torment or of joy becomes
Clear to us, and we can give account
To ourselves, concerning our fate.

M. Yu. Lermontov.

 In the short story Cockroach Bulgakov shows us how people getting into Hell for their transgressions in life are now working for the demons on earth, procuring new human souls for the devil. He shows that nothing really depends on Cap and Voice. The latter is more like a mechanical automaton, devoid of emotional reaction to anything, “cold like ice.” Cap, on the other hand, reacts to everything in a very lively manner, but it does not help him at all, although Cap is “flying toward the tourniquet” to escape the inevitable, which of course happens, because happen it must.

[…Here we witness a kind of rehearsal for Master and Margarita, where Berlioz is also in a hurry to reach the tourniquet, to cross the street toward the phone booth, and no matter what, even though Berlioz was in a safe position where he found himself waiting for the tram to pass, he decided to be extra cautious and made a step back putting his hand on the tourniquet. Even as he did this his hand slipped and disengaged from the hold, while his foot slid as if on ice and skated forward on the pavement… Berlioz was thrown on the rail.]

In his story Cockroach, Bulgakov plays upon two well-known literary masterpieces. One of them is A. S. Pushkin’s Stone Guest, and the other is A Hero of our Time by M. Yu. Lermontov, specifically the novel’s chapter titled The Fatalist. Here we will be talking about the second case, where Bulgakov’s inimitable sense of humor is particularly noticeable.

The story of the Fatalist is filled through with a sense of macabre, as its main character seeks and challenges death, merely to prove the idea of inevitability and predetermination. In Bulgakov’s Cockroach, Cap is trying to save both himself and his murderer, that is the opposite of what goes on in Lermontov’s Fatalist (but with the same result, death, in both stories), which contrarian approach is generally characteristic of Bulgakov.

Curiously, every unsuspecting reader knows about the Fatalist, even without having read the story. Here, in this chapter, Lermontov introduces the idea of the “Russian roulette.”

The Fatalist begins with the Moslem belief, which is shared by Christians, according to the central hero of the whole novel Pechorin, to the effect that “a man’s fate has been written in heaven.” Vulich the fatalist wishes to test “whether a man can on his own whim dispose of his life, or each of us has a preordained fateful minute.”

[…In Master and Margarita, in the scene between Berlioz and Woland, as well as in the scene between the buffet vendor and Woland, Bulgakov promotes the idea that nothing happens of itself, that is, by accident.

If there is no God… who then controls people’s lives?”--- asks Woland, “his eye glistening.” To Ivanushka’s “Man it is who himself controls it,” Woland protests: “How can it be that man controls it, if he cannot even be sure about his own next day?

However, Bulgakov clearly shows that a person’s participation in his or her destiny, namely,--- wrong decisions, lying, to cover up wrongdoing, etc., are precipitating the human downfall. Bulgakov’s Margarita understands who she is dealing with, she is bold, strong, clever, and most importantly truthful with the demonic force. These qualities give her a moral edge, because no matter how she is being tempted to seek revenge, and offered to kill her enemies, Master’s enemies, she does not give in to the temptation and stands her ground, and thus saves her soul. As for Berlioz, he loses his head for one reason only: why was he corrupting the virgin Ivanushka? As for the latter, Woland did not kill him, despite Ivanushka’s extreme rudeness to the devil. Brainwashing is a crime of the first magnitude just like murder. Using Berlioz’s example, Bulgakov shows his attitude to such people, who are in this respect equal to the demons, and are therefore not fit to live.]

The Russian officer of Serbian extraction Vulich is the first one on record in world literature who plays the Russian Roulette. He is lucky with his pistol, but then coming out into the street he sees a drunken Cossack with a sword in hand, and approaches him, asking: “Who are you looking for, brother?” The Cossack says: “You!” and slices him from the shoulder almost down to the heart…

Pechorin, who is the main personage of A Hero of our Time, “observed, and many old soldiers confirmed it, that oftentimes the face of a man about to die in a few hours bears a certain eerie imprint of an unavoidable destiny…” As he was dying, Vulich’s last and only words were: “He’s right,” reflecting on a previous remark made by Pechorin during the game of Russian roulette: “You will die anon.

…The fate of Vasili Rogov was decided the moment he bought that useless to him Finnish knife, and Bulgakov shows “a mark of inevitable fate” on his face.---

“Cockroach was bloating. His own mother would not have recognized him. He aged, the corners of his lips were drooping, the skin of his face became gray and unclean and his watery eyes rolled up to the sky.”

Cockroach is a murderer, and his crime is punishable by death. He understands it only too well:

I am lost, miserable Delegate me! Dark is my destiny!

And Cockroach feels sorry for Cap whom he has just slaughtered. Here, with perfect clarity, Bulgakov shows that the demonic force releases its hold on Cockroach. Mission accomplished. Cockroach’s soul is going to Hell.

“The boulevard screamed, roared, and thousands-strong, as it seemed, crowds were hooting around Cockroach.”

Cockroach is hit in his face, on his head, and he softly cries:

Don’t hit me, tie me up.

Drawn by the commotion, there arrives the long-awaited police, but by now it is all the same to Cockroach.---

Like in Hell, all this commotion, Cockroach thought.”

And he is right. Hell is the only destination for him now.

“...Foam was crawling out of his mouth in a blob; Cap raised his arms to the sky, making a hoarse sound, and swayed toward Cockroach… In a sweeping motion, Cockroach pricked Cap’s throat, and rose-colored bubbles came out on those pale lips… [Cockroach] sliced Cap across the face; and yet again, just as Cap was falling down on the grass, he cut him across the abdomen. Cap lay down into the green grass and blotched it with patches of blood.”

What is to be, cannot be escaped. Cap just could not save Cockroach’s life.

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