Chapters (53)
- Cover
- Title Page
- An Explanation of What This Book Is About
- Part One: Anna’s Sergei and Anya’s City: St. Petersburg, Saturday, January 8, 1905
- 1. On the Heels of Clementine, the Anarchist
- 2. Claudia and Sergei
- 3. Clementine Defends Herself
- 4. To the Concert
- 5. The Tsar’s Letter
- 6. In the Theater
- 7. What Giorgi, the Karenins’ Coachman, Did
- 8. Intermission at the Concert
- 9. Near the Port
- 10. More Specifics about Sergei
- 11. Kapitonich, Hall Porter at the Karenin Palace
- 12. Claudia and Sergei at Table
- 13. Aleksandra and Volodin Go to the Haven
- 14. Our Moment of Greatness
- 15. With Father Gapon
- 16. Clementine, in Pursuit of the Night
- 17. In the Karenin Palace Kitchen
- 18. We’ll Give Our Lives!
- 19. The Karenins Take Dinner
- Part Two: Bloody Sunday: Sunday, January 9, 1905
- 20. Anya Karenina without Aleksandra
- 21. The Karenins’ Reply to the Tsar
- 22. Piotr
- 23. The Three Women
- 24. Claudia’s Impatience
- 25. Unexpected Guests at the Karenin Palace
- 26. What on Earth Was the Tsar Thinking?
- 27. Back in the Karenin Palace Kitchen
- 28. The Reverend’s Beard
- Part Three: Karenina’s Portrait: Three months later
- 29. Karenina’s Portrait
- 30. About Clementine
- 31. The Critics Examine the Portrait
- 32. Vladimir
- 33. The Reason for the Proposed Purchase
- 34. The Portrait Departs
- 35. Between the Dream and the Battleship Potemkin
- 36. Claudia’s Regrets
- 37. In Claudia’s Hands
- Part Four: The Book of Anna: No date or place
- 38. An Opium-Infused Fairy Tale: The Book of Anna by Anna Karenina
- Part Five: Finale: St. Petersburg, June 1905
- 39. After Reading
- 40. The Plot
- 41. The Boxes
- 42. Anya Karenina
- 43. The Wind
- Funder Acknowledgments
- The Publisher’s Circle of Coffee House Press
The note is elegantly written (it doesn’t mention money, for that you have to read between the lines), and Sergei almost likes it: it’s so dignified, and it gives the tsar an option to decline. It may be that the portrait is poor quality, truly unworthy, without any artistic or financial value, a mere topic of gossip, in which case it wouldn’t be worth removing from storage. With any luck, Sergei thinks, it will remain facing the wall where Claudia says it lives like a punished child.
Both husband and wife sign the letter. Beneath her signature, off to one side, Claudia adds a little note in looser script, “Not a day passed that my dear papa didn’t remember the emperor fondly, always with tremendous respect and admiration,” and she signs the initials of her maiden name, imitating the signature of her father, the ambassador. More fawning—or diplomacy.
Disregarding what day of the week it is—she fears that Sergei will change his mind again—Claudia gives instructions to one of the footmen (Piotr): he should deliver the reply immediately to the offices of the tsar, to the attention of “the Tsar’s Desk,” the subject “Portrait of Anna Karenina, painted by Mikhailov” That way, Sergei’s anxiety will ease.
22. Piotr
22. Piotr
The Karenins’ footman, Piotr, is dressed in his Sunday best to attend the divine liturgy. I’ll take advantage of this errand to go to the cathedral, to go and chew the fat with his friends, the only opportunity he has all week, since his mistress keeps him so busy all the time that he spends his life running from one thing to the next. He wants to deliver the letter as soon as possible, to get rid of it and go to the church carefree. So he begins to run, without paying much attention to anything. First he’ll go to the tsar’s office—he likes the idea of delivering it to the Winter Palace—then to Sergei’s undersecretary.
Piotr likes to sing. Despite the fact that he doesn’t have a single drop of vodka in his veins (he usually doesn’t, Claudia keeps a careful eye on him), he begins to sing at the top of his lungs as he’s running, a song he made up, or so he thinks, using a popular tune, changing the words as he goes:
I bear a message for the Winter
a message, a message.
I bear a message for the Winter
a message, a message.
Suddenly a chorus of voices joins in, mostly children, and his improvised song becomes a refrain—usually he would change the words as he goes along.
I bear a message for the Winter
a message, a message!