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Imitating Georgia O’Keeffe (13)
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“Idiot,” I repeat. “He also wrote The Idiot.”
“That’s right,” Bette says, smiling at me. “And contradicting all logic, the number of Russian population here has only increased since then.”
“Well, Russians are quite contradictory themselves.”
“James, I’d rather you not say such things about a nation you don’t really know much about except for what you see on TV. It’s way deeper than that. I’ll give you Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin one day. When I feel that you’re ready to understand the capacity of the Russian soul.”
After dinner, we resume our stroll around the city. We reach Trinkhalle, the exterior of which consists of about 20 paired pillars and between those one can see paintings of Biblical images. Germans could be even more contradictory than Russians, because placing paintings based on Biblical events on the building where people used to drink themselves nearly to death is quite unusual. Upon entering the only open hall of Trinkhalle, we are offered to taste different sorts of wine and also spring water for prices that are higher than probably at any restaurant in this city.
Just within a 2-minute walk from Trinkhalle, we find the infamous Kurhaus that destroyed lives of quite a number of impulsive and game-loving people. Upon entering, a long stairway to heaven (or rather hell) is presented to our view. The casino doesn’t resemble any of the American casinos I’ve been to, it looks like a luxurious theater and nothing there implies that in 5 minutes you could either win 100 Euros or lose a million.
“This could be what lured in so many players here, pseudo-intellectuality.”
Later in the day, Bette buys the last two remaining tickets for tomorrow’s night of Russian ballet presented by the Mariinsky Theater of St. Petersburg and Tschaikowsky’s Schwanensee.
“Days of Russian culture in Germany are about to continue for you,” James tells me, smirking.
“James,” Bette is the first one to react, “I told you I’ll give you Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin. But something tells me it won’t happen in the next 10 years, my dear.”
Just as we reach our hotel, we all feel the emotional burden of our long transatlantic flight during the night and a time difference with Los Angeles. We take the elevator to our 3 floor, though Bette would normally protest and make me mount the stairs.
We enter our room and Bette proceeds to take a shower, while I enjoy yet another breathtaking view, this time from our balcony. My thoughts wander back to our motherland, reminding me that I called in sick not to go to work for these three days and that there’s a lot of work waiting for me when we set our foot in LA just in a couple of days. But at the moment, I want to abstract myself from it and just enjoy what I see – as much as I love America, I cannot fail to acknowledge that Europe is mesmerizing in the sense of history and history of art, in particular. And if I, a person who has just greenlit another action flick and a box-office hit-to-be, feel this way, Bette must be really close to a heart attack. In America, you have to look for art to find it and here you don’t have to search for it, because it has already found you and you cannot get away from it, because it’s all around you.
Bette wakes me from my reverie as she comes out to the balcony, smelling deliciously and wearing a white robe with the initials of the hotel embroidered on it. She sits on my knees and strokes my neck with her fingers.
“I just want to say it again, Tina. I’m so glad you’re here with me. So glad we both can see this beauty. I love you so much, babe.”
“I love you too, Bette,” I whisper and we kiss lightly.
As I leave her there and go to take a shower myself, I already can’t wait to get out of it and cuddle up against her in bed so that we both feel comfortable when we drift off to sleep.
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well, this was fun, i’m russian and nobody undestands the capacity of my soul LOL…baden-baden is a great place to go for a vacation…i hope B&T will get much fun on this trip
I love Russian literature, but they’re too heavy. I found as I grow older and older, I just want something light to lighten my day. Of course, an NC-17 chapter may do more. lol
[quote]ménage a trois[/quote]and that means?!? lmao’ .. Ya know I should Learn other languages, just incase I get into a heated argument with a person who speaks a diff language! they could be cursing me under the sun, and I’d be baffled like … anyhoo this chapter is really nice!, even tho I havent been to germany, infact I aint been much places lol!
Thank you so much for this story and all of the wonderful details!
You never cease to amaze me with this story,i constantly feel im actually in the place your describing, That is purely down to your beautiful writting,and your wonderful discriptions…(can you imagine what NC17 does to me…lol..) seriously i find myself reading these more than once,Thanks
As just had a break from work,i saw your new chapter. I must say, Baden Baden really comes alive in it. I’ve been there and yes it is well described.I do understand their feelings standing up the hill to enjoy the view.I loved this chapter, i wish now i had the same experience in sharing Baden Baden with the love of my life. Please continue, i can’t wait reading about the opera.
Maggot, just cause Catherine and Fanny want to scratch each others’ eyes out doesn’t mean there should any hard feeling between us. We’ll just keep them in seperate rooms. As long as they don’t take the Truffaut thing out on us, we should be good. Should we call Jacqueline Bisset and see if she bears any ill will over Shorty? She was lovely, too. Let’s declare a cease fire with the French. There was a time when I was fluent, but Carter was the President then. Now I can spend a week in Paris on my own and not get the gendarmerie on my case, but can no longer conjugate an irregular verb. My dear, I thought we were both using “bush” euphamistically (Your the one who googled “yoni” after all). If not, then what the hell were YOU talking about? By the way, should Bette be quite so snotty with James over her presumption that he knows nothing about Russia. I mean: A. he’s her translator in a strange place, which puts him in a position to make her life interesting B. she didn’t know he spoke German in the first place, maybe he knows more than she thinks C. she assumed she’d be conducting her phone call with the museum in English. I don’t know Baden Baden from a hole in the ground, other than your description, now I want to go.
Your description of Baden-Baden was very lovely. It was almost like being there myself. I’ve heard it’s a really nice place to visit…I just may go there myself next vacation. B & T sharing that view was so touching…let’s hope there’s no major problems with the gallery. Thanks for the update.
James needs to find himself a man (if he’s gay that is) so he won’t feel like the 3rd wheel during this trip. Then he and said man can whisper sweet and/or naughty nothings to each other, in Russian, just loud enough for Bette to hear. ;)