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GEORGE
GIBIAN
UrbanThemein RecentSovietRussianProse
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of tlhings
as theyare, reality,the concreteparticularcontrastedwiththe debased,
institutionalized
of the questionnaire.It is neitherpropheticvision,
plhraseology
nor sermon;it is not nationalistic,
but it is national,Russian. It belongsto its
place and its time,and concentrateson presentinga view of how life is in the
octopus-likeembrace of tlhemetropolis,in the traditionof Grigorovichand
in tone.
Nekrasov,with modernmodifications
The urbanpresencein Baranskaia's story,then,is feltas one whichtends
to overwhelmthe clhiefcharacter.It is necessaryto struggleagainst it in order
to be able to draw a freebreath (literally,in the sense of holdingon to some
time in whiclhto do what one wants; and, metaphorically,
of preservingsome
genuineindividualityagainst tlhefalsifying,
delhumanizing
violencebeing done
to life by the formulasof the anketa). The two inimicalforcesare linked by
beingthe two facesof the urbanmilieu.
Olga's dilemmacould well be summedup as self-defense
against the twin
alarm
and
the
all
the
clock, witlh
broad implicationsof the
perils,the anketa
two small materialobjects. The specificsof her struggleare unique to this
particularstory,but the visionlof the cityas an octopusemergesin otherSoviet
works,if not pervasively,as in Baranskaia,thenat least in some parts of them.
Iurii Trifonov'sHoutseon the Enibankment(Dorn na naberezhnoi) (Druzhba
narodov,1976, no. 1) for example,presentssuccessivestages,fromthe 1930s
tillthe "Thaw," of oppressionand falsehoodconcentrated
in the Moscow "house
witllthe thousandwindoows"
wherethe powerfulpredatorsreside,whereasthe
humblecourtyardssheltera more elementallife of the populace. (We should
also rememberthat literatureof WVestern
countriespresentssimilar views of
the modern metropolis.3)
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few-because the argument for devoting himself to his scientific career (and
to his mistress) is that he owes it to millions of people now and in the future
to fulfillhis utmost potentialities in scientific research. An appeal is made to
him to choose work (plus mistress) and to downgrade the importance of his
wife and dauglhter.("Problems of yotirfamilyare problems of millions of people
in all countries. Every minute on earth thousands of people are born and die.
They are not able to do what you can. The world is huge. Billions of new people
will appear, but you will not be here aniy more. You will have died and not
fulfilledlyour destiny.") He rejects the "abstract man" for wlhom he may be
thought to be predestined. He decides that "even if I really . . . am of some
kind of value to millions of people, so for me these millions begin withl my two
girls [his wife and daulghter], tlheycan't live without me and I can't live without them, and if my two girls are not there, then I don't give a damn for those
millions, without them [the two girls] I have nobody, nobody needs me."'0
He clhooses the smallest concentric circle--those nearest to him: intimate,
immediate personal relations; closeness, rather thanl anonymnous,vast, remote
links to millions and to the ftuture.The city, whiclhto him represented scientific
possibilities, as well as gangs of young boys and girls, is the arena of his basic
decision making, centered on the problem of wlhichhlman links, those with the
many or tlhose with the ones closest to him, lie slhould give preference to. He
lhad been a weatlherstation teclhnicianin the far nortlh,and a fislhermanin the
far east ("Looking for the Fire Bird"), but it is the city where tl-hetwo crucial
decisions come to a blead and are solved by him.
Andrei Bitov's stories often preselnt lheroes who are modern versions of
Dostoevsky's Underground MIan crossed witlhhiis dreamer. Many of them are
children or adolescents. In "'Tle Door' ('Dver"')
the Y-otung
man spends most of
the nighltoutside of an apartment whlerehiisgirl is visiting, consumed by pangs
of jealouisy, iInagining wlho slhe may be witlh,and picturing what terrible things
he will do to her when slle comes out of the apartmnent.(When she does come,
he accepts her explanation with amazing alacrity.) Most of the story consists
of an unhappy stream of consciousness of the upset young man's imaginings.
Another hero daydreams while traveling througlhthe city on a streetcar.
Reverie was Bito'v's dominant mode in his early stories, the hero's mind wandering while, for example, lhe is being reprimanded by hiisboss. In an unpublished
story (w7ritten ill 1963), "Notes from the Corner" ("Zapiski iz-za ugla") he
wrote, "Depiction of tlhefalling asleep of consciousnless,the replacement of consciousness by a reflex, the life of the intellectual without intellect, is, it seems
to me, so characteristic of our time. All tlhishas been pursuing me as a theme
for suiclha long time, as can be seen in 'Penelope.' in 'Garden' ('Sad'), and in
'Life in Windy Weather.'" l The protagonist of "The Loafer" ("Bezdel'nik")
daydreams on a bus, imagines he sees a woman murdered, goes to a movie,
wanders about, just as when he was in schiool and played hooky. (Bitov's city
dwellers, wheninot children, often act as if they were still children. His stories
in the early sixties are usually seen from the point of v7iew of a child, whereas
Semin's are those of a growlnupalnd Trifonov's of an old person looking backward.) We are not surprised that the 'loafer's" boss needs to remind him,
10. Ibid., p. 186.
11. Manuscriptsin the possession of George Gibian.
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