Monday, November 14, 2016

GALINA SEDOVA’S BULGAKOV. CCLXXXIX.


Strangers In The Night.
Blok Unmasked. Who?
 
(Blok Split Follows.)

 

Here goes the king
With a jagged dancing crown.
A buffoon goes in a winged cloak
With a round bauble.
Ladies go with trains and pages
In pink shadows.
A knight with dark chains
On arms of steel…

Alexander Blok. Shadows on the Wall.

 

Amidst Alexander Blok’s mystical reality, his inclination for the fairytale is bursting through. In the Pale Tales of “masks,” Blok for the first time introduces his “dark knight”:

The evil mask, addressing the modest mask:
See how the dark knight
Is telling tales to the third mask…
The dark knight weaves lacework
Around the maiden.

Bulgakov uses this in the scene in Master and Margarita where Koroviev casually informs Margarita that she is of “royal blood.” The whole story of Margarita’s lineage from a French queen, her great-great-great-grandmother, is thus a tall tale, “lacework.”

By the same token, Bulgakov uses this poem to make his point that Margarita does not exist. Just as in Blok’s poem: the “dark knight” does not exist:

And still darker on the dark
Curtain of the window,
The dark knight is only imagined…
The knight is dreamt by the mask…
Dark Knight, do smile!..
He is telling his tales,
Leaning on his sword.
 
***

The shadows were swimming, conjuring…
The morning was resonating with the crowing
Of the cock…
And she came again and said:
Knight, what is it with you?
These are dreams of your slumber…
What do you wish to hear?
The night is deaf…
The night cannot understand the cock…

It is impossible not to laugh here, remembering the gorgeous scene in which Gella, the vampire, using Varenukha, is trying to turn Rimsky into a vampire, but then, suddenly, in the thick of the night, the cock crows.

***

From Blok’s The Inevitable:
 
Listen, the wind is driving off the stars,
Listen, somber horses
Are stomping the outer limits of the stars,
And are biting at their bits.

It is not yet clear here that Blok gets his idea and inspiration from A. S. Pushkin’s Tale of a Dead Princess. Pushkin would not have picked this particular subject had he settled on the conventional ending. But he gave this fairytale an ending of his own. In Pushkin’s ending, Prince Yelisey gets his answer not from the sun, not from the moon, but from the wind.

Compare now this second poem by Blok, Here and There, which indicates that our proposition about its source is correct:

The wind was calling and driving on the chase,
But could not catch up with the black masks.
Our horses were reliable,
Someone white was helping them…
Blowing snow onto the sled…
And from the snowy blizzard
Keeping watch over them with its dark eye.
And the fast wind was frantic…
The wind never caught up with the masks…
It tore off a white cloud…
And in open blue chasms
Two shadows became distinct,
Leaving for the faraway shores of a strange land…
Sketches of odd visions
Were dancing in black masks ---
They were in love.

***

From Alexander Blok’s The Condemned:

Secretly, the heart asks for death…
Thus, with your quiet steps
You have brought me here…
Committing me to white death…
And what other abode
Can I be destined to inhabit,
If my heart yearns for death,
Secretly asking to go down to the bottom?

These three poems from the “masks” ought to be considered together. It is from the third poem that we get a clear picture of who exactly is helping the lovers. It is death.

Which proves again that Blok was getting his inspiration from A. S. Pushkin, that Blok was able to understand correctly that Pushkin’s “dead princess” (in the Tale of a Dead Princess and Seven Warriors) never came back to life, and that the prince Yelisey was united with her in death, having shattered her coffin with his head.

In Blok’s City, in the poem titled A Tale, we find the same variation on the same theme.

***

The theme of death continues in Blok’s next poem No Way Out:

No way out of the blizzards,
And I am perishing merrily,
It has brought me into an enchanted circle,
Curtaining me with the silver of its blizzards…
Quietly looking into me, the dark-eyed…

Remember the lines from Here and There? The wind couldn’t catch up with the black masks because ---

…Someone white was helping them…
Blowing snow onto the sled…
And from the snowy blizzard
Keeping watch over them with its dark eye…

Blok ends his poem optimistically:

“…And looks at me well-meaningly:
Arise from the dead!

***

Blok confesses that ---

Supple armor rang for the last time
Behind the hill,
And the lance was lost in the dark,
Neither does the helmet shine, golden and feathered,-
All that happened to me on earth.

But could it be the reason why Bulgakov sends him to Rest? Blok does not join Woland’s cavalcade!

To be continued…

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