Friday, January 23, 2015

GALINA SEDOVA’S BULGAKOV. CLXIII.


Triangle Continues.

“…Surging was a storm of freedom,
And suddenly it burst, and into dust and blood
Fell the decrepit hallowed tablets…

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.
Why Were You Sent?

Thus A. S. Pushkin depicts the wave of Napoleonic “revolutions” sweeping across Europe. As a result---

Proud and naked came Harlotry,
And hearts had frozen before it,
They all forgot their fatherland for power,
And brother sold out brother for gold…
Good and evil--- all turned to shadow---
All was committed to contempt…

This is how Pushkin presages Lermontov’s “wine of freedom” from Asmodeus’ Feast, which is the second gift to the devil, which Asmodeus splashes out and down to earth, because he cannot tolerate harlotry in his Hell.

He sees blood with indifference…writes Lermontov. To give it to him, Bulgakov’s Woland hardly looks at Baron Meigel’s gushing blood “with indifference.” In fact, he is eager to drink it. On a serious note, he is fascinated with Margarita’s genealogy, that is, with her “blood,” proceeding from the Koshkin clan. As Woland puts it,---

Yes, Koroviev is right… Blood!

 Blood is a great thing!” said Woland cheerfully for some unknown reason…

Compare this to N. V. Gogol in Dead Souls:

As a Russian, tied to you by our same-blood kinship, by the very same blood, I am addressing you now…

In this, Gogol follows his mentor A. S. Pushkin’s remarkable poem To the Slanderers of Russia:

Why are you threatening anathema on Russia?..
Stay out: This is a quarrel between Slavs…
Leave us alone, you have not read
These bloody sacred tablets…
Or are we new at arguing with Europe?
Or has the Russian lost the taste of victory?
Or are there few of us?..

…In his poem My Demon, M. Yu. Lermontov writes:

He sustains himself by earthly food,
He greedily gulps the smoke of battle,
And vapor from spilled blood.

Bulgakov goes farther than Lermontov, clearly showing, in the scene with Andrei Fokich Sokov [see my segment on cannibalism, posted as #XXXVII], that Woland indulges in cannibalism, and being “bloodless” himself [Lermontov’s poem Demon], Woland drinks human blood [the scene with Meigel]. Still, Woland obeys Yeshua’s command, helping master and Margarita.

Lermontov writes his poem Not for the angels, not for heaven Was I created by Almighty God out of despair of his suffering, as he clearly believes that life must not be given for suffering. In Master and Margarita, Bulgakov shows that it was because of master’s suffering that Yeshua interceded on his behalf, despite the fact that on account of his suffering, master “falls,” that is, he decides to accept help from the demonic force, for which transgression master cannot be accepted to “Light,” but he can have “Rest,” rather than Hell. In other words, Woland does not get either master’s or Margarita’s soul, that is, until the Last Judgment:

“Here’s the execution for the ages Of villainies boiling under the moon,” as Lermontov puts it.

He despised pure love,we read in the first stanza of Lermontov’s My Demon, and in his most famous long poem Demon he endows the devil with “doubt,” for trying to love Tamara.---

…To live for myself…
To try to hate all,
And to despise all in the world!
…In despair, I started to call upon
Exiles, like myself,
But alas, I could not recognize
The hateful words, the faces, the glances…
By former friends I was rejected, like Edem,
The world for me became deaf and mute…

This is Demon “complaining” to Tamara, the girl of the earth whom he had fallen in love with.

“…For a moment,
An inexplicable commotion
He [Demon] felt within himself…
And once again he grasped the sanctity
Of love, of goodness, and of beauty!”

Bulgakov shows Woland interested in people’s lives (on account of Yeshua, that is, Jesus Christ); and Margarita’s love for master engages him to such an extent that he subjects Margarita to a number of tests (see the Fantastic Novel of Master and Margarita for this). Bulgakov also shows that in spite of his fascination with the love of master and Margarita, Woland is disappointed by his “unvictory.” Bulgakov’s Woland does not even try to hide his disappointment in failing to obtain their souls:

And how are you going to sustain yourselves? You must realize that you will live in poverty!(The first enticement, selling master’s skill for sure money, comes into play.)

Readily, readily, replied master. “Then she will come to her senses and leave me.

I don’t think so,” said Woland through his teeth…

Everything is explained by Woland’s “through his teeth.” He lost.

In Lermontov’s Demon, while pledging his love to Tamara on a page and a half, Demon promises her:

I have renounced my old vengeance,
I have renounced proud thoughts…
I want to reconcile with Heaven,
I want to love, I want to pray,
I want to have belief in goodness…
And having chosen you as my shrine,
I have laid down my power at your feet.

Yet everything changes when he catches the sight of a “Holy Angel” carrying Tamara’s sinful soul away from the world in his embrace.” Demon now forgets all his promises.---

“Again he was standing before her,
But, O God, who would have recognized him?
How much malice was there in his glance,
How full was he of the deadly poison
Of enmity, knowing no end…”

Bulgakov conveys this “deadly poison of enmity” in the scene of the meeting between Woland and Matthew Levi on the roof of “one of the most beautiful buildings in Moscow.” (The Russian Lenin Library.)---

“Out of the wall came a ragged, soiled in clay, somber man in a chiton, wearing home-made sandals, with black eyebrows.”

On seeing the newcomer, Woland cannot contain his contempt.

Bah!” exclaimed Woland, looking at the new arrival with a derisive smirk. “So, what matter brings you here, you, uninvited, albeit expected, guest?

Although Woland seems to have the upper hand in their exchange about the “Light” and the “Shadows” (I am writing about this in my segment The Garden, to be posted later), Matthew Levi irritates him tremendously, to such an extent that Woland’s initial derision very quickly descends into outright rudeness:

You are stupid…And Woland even repeats himself, which no one is supposed to do from a position of strength: “…As I already said, you are stupid.

Thus Woland loses control over himself and over the whole situation. The reader clearly sees that Woland does not want either to see Matthew Levi or to have a conversation with him. So, what makes him do it?

It is obviously the knowledge that Matthew Levi did not come to see him on his own will. He was a messenger from Yeshua who for some reason is never referred to by name by either one of them but only as “he.” Bulgakov takes this idea from M. Yu. Lermontov, who has many poems where Lermontov writes “he,” suggesting to the reader to figure out who that “he” is. Quite characteristic of this is Lermontov’s poem Weep! Weep! People of Israel.---

Weep! Weep! People of Israel,
For you have lost your star;
It shall not rise a second time…
And there will be darkness in the land;
There is at least one
Who lost everything with it;
Without thoughts, without feelings among the dales
He was looking for the shadow of its traces!..
Lermontov clearly talks about Christ here, who appeared to the Israelites. Neither Matthew Levi nor Woland use the name Yeshua, because this was his name while “he” dwelled on this earth. As a dweller in the Light, “he” is sitting at the right hand of God the Father, being himself God the Son…

Having learned that he was supposed to take master with him and grant him “rest,” Woland demands that Matthew Levi leave his company “immediately,” at which point “his eye lit up” as the very Matthew Levi’s presence was too unpleasant for him. We find a parallel to this in Lermontov’s Demon:

“…And a ray of Divine light
Suddenly blinded the unclean eye.”

This is precisely what Woland could not take: The “stupid” “slave,” as he called Matthew Levi, was in the Light, that is, in Paradise with God, and he was talking daringly with Woland, “the scourge of earthly slaves, calling him “the spirit of evil” and looking at him with hostility. That is why in Woland “there was awakened The poison of ancient hatred.”

(To conclude tomorrow…)

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