Saturday, September 30, 2017

GALINA SEDOVA. A CHAPTER ON BULGAKOV. CDLIV



The Garden.
Posting #19.


…Only there in the resounding halls,
Where it is empty and dark –
With a bloody dagger
Ran Domino…

Andrei Bely. Masquerade.


In the poetry collection The City Andrei Bely’s “knife” becomes a “dagger.” In a very unusual poem Masquerade, which Bely liked so much that he wrote, also in July 1908, another one which he titled A Fest, and placed in the same collection.
In both these poems, Bely has a “guest” dressed in a “domino” costume. But only one of them has a murder in it, namely, in Masquerade.
“Domino” plays an important role in Bely’s poetry, as the author introduces it into his famously infamous novel Peterburg.
In the poem Masquerade Domino as though splits into two persons: a “slim devil, silken and red,” the one who serves “fiery cruchon” with a bow –

...A devil brings [cruchon] to the Capuchin –
A slim, silken, red devil –
There will be a price to pay for the beverage…

– and – what a coincidence! – one of the guests:

…a mute, fateful, fiery [sic!] Domino.

What really happens here is that the devil himself creates two guests here: the female guest death:

…The scythe’s dry plank will knock there
On the floor with its iron ire:
The she-guest enters, clicking her bone,
She will whirl up her shroud, the guest-death!

 and the mute, fateful, fiery Domino, bending over the hostess with his unliving [sic!] head.”

Just as the host and the hostess open the cotillion dance –

“...Someone’s voice is being raised:
You are destined to die.

The host turns back his head, but Domino –

…Already whirling in far halls,
Whirling in a dance is domino…

Alarmed, the host starts looking for the wicked joker, while his wife was flashing in a whirlwind of ribbons with a silken fop…

Intrigue closes with the words:

…Only there in the resounding halls,
Where it is empty and dark –
With a bloody dagger
Ran Domino…

This poem finds its explanation in the second poem of the cycle The City, which Bely had written for this purpose. Exactly the same triangle:

...There in the distance passes
A stout white-haired gallant…
He turned his head – from behind a palm
A black mask is staring at him.
Splashing are streams of red talma
Into the bright sparkle of the parquet boards.
Who are you, who are you, stern guest?
What is it you need, domino?
But wrapping itself in a crimson cloak,
It departs...

The “white-haired gallant” is as worried as “the host in a black tuxedo with white sideburns”:

…Whiter than linen,
He was leaning against Gobelin [tapestry],
While coming through the doors, his wife
Is rustling with her triple-pearl train…

Just like in Alexander Blok’s poetry, Andrei Bely baffles the reader, which is why it is necessary to read all the poems of a given cycle, as well as to be well-familiar with the whole body of poetry of these mystical poets. This is the only way to acquire comprehension of what they are really writing about.
In this particular case, there must have been a young man in love with a young woman who went on to marry an old man for his money. And also there may have been a situation depicted by M. Yu. Lermontov in his drama Masquerade. In the poem The Feast, which follows the poem The Fest, Andrei Bely describes what happened prior to the murder. –

We were riding. Young and fresh,
The lovely beauty splashed her feathers…
I was exchanging quips with her
At the Aquarium – lightly and sharply.
I bent my shadowy profile
Over the mad roulette…
Around the large table,
Where a tight group of revelers were carousing…

It is only now that Bely identifies the woman:

The young Hungarian was swimming,
Abandoning herself to a fiery cachucha.
From behind the silken dark eyelashes
The eyes were casting a burning flame.
She was swimming, and the light silk of her garments
Was flying behind her like a crimson storm cloud…

As for the hero of this poem, he was busy gambling:

…I was gambling the bank,
In the heat of a drunken passion,
Throwing hundred-ruble notes,
Card was laid down after card,
And, having lost it all,
I got up, invulnerably stern,
I danced a demented cakewalk,
Throwing my feet up under the ceiling…

The poem The Feast, which Andrei Bely wrote in 1905, that is, three years prior to his previous two poems: The Fest and Masquerade, demonstrate that, just like in Lermontov’s Masquerade, Bely’s hero had been waiting, looking for, and finding at last the man who had won against him, and married the “burning Hungarian” girl.
The murder was revenge.


To be continued…

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