‘Varvara’, a story of today’s Russia… of love, lust, deceit… of international intrigue, email, muscles, murder… and poetry. A cautionary tale.

February 11, 2013 | Author: | Posted in Opinion
Akhmatova

Akhmatova

by  Dr. Jeffrey Lant.

Author’s program note. Dear friends, I am rushing to get the facts of this matter into your hands for it is crucial that you have them… and do everything possible to use them, to protect yourself and your family. For you must be vigilant to ensure that the dire events described here do not disturb, even destroy, the joys and benefits of the life you have worked so hard to create. Regard this matter as urgent, for it most assuredly is.

Flooded with piteous pleas.

If you’re like most everyone on the Internet, your email “in box” has been packed with an unending torrent of plaintive letters from beautiful Russian women, than whom there is nothing lovelier, more desirable, more voluptuous… and more ardent. They are contacting us, all of us, every day, over and over again, not merely with letters but with pleas for immediate assistance that would melt even the sternest and least responsive of hearts.

They are reaching out to us, begging for succor, for liberation, for relief placing their very souls at our feet, abject, alone, distressed. These letters do not merely state facts, though the facts are undeniable; they sear our very souls.

How can we, valorous men particularly, ignore the plaintive communications of such renowned beauties in such parlous circumstances? I certainly cannot… for I have chivalry in my blood… as you surely must, too. This, therefore, is not merely an article of facts and figures. No, indeed. It is a clarion call to the humane and generous, the manly and protective for action now, action swift, action decisive, true Galahads all, sans peur et sans reproche.

The music to act by.

In 1965 one of the greatest novels of the twentieth century (published 1957)  became one of the greatest of films, “Doctor Zhivago”. Its author was Boris Pasternak (1890-1960), a master of masters; a man who took the brutal, seismic events of the Russian Revolution and transformed them into language which was now magnificent prose, now the most affecting of poetry. It was a great tale in the grand manner, and it mesmerized the world, helping us understand how the Evil Empire of Red Muskovy worked and what it could do to us — if we were not eternally vigilant and resolute.

I have chosen as the music for this article “Lara’s Theme” by Maurice Jarre, winner of the 1965 Academy Award for Best Original Score. One of the most immediately recognizable of movie scores, it, too, captures the essence of a great nation, which in 1917 moved from friend to foe, and has not so far moved back again. Thus is “Doctor Zhivago” still a tale for our unsettled times and Vavara but one of the cataclysms’ many victims. Now thanks to the generosity and civic spiritedness of one of my dearest friends, a gentleman of age and honors, now resident in the greater Colorado Springs, Colorado area I am able to share Varvara’s story… and her fate… with you.

The first email message.

“My best wishes to you! I am Vavara 22 y.o. I am looking for a man to have a strong family. And you? Let’s chat,  My profile and new photos are here. Contact me now. I am waiting… impatiently.”

Along with this message there was a photograph that could only be described as a “Wow!” Varvara looked exactly like the young Countess Natalia Rostova from the 1967 filmed version of Tolstoi’s undying 1869 masterpiece “War and Peace,” known to every civilized person on Earth.  So beautiful, so charming, so distressed. How could any man resist the siren’s call? That was impossible….. for she was Woman, and her correspondent just a man.

His email response.

“Dear friend Varvara. I am Harvey, a businessman in the beautiful State of Colorado, home of the majestic mountains and air like the finest champagne. I am 59 years old and of manly physique weighing in at 350 pounds. I hope I am not too big or too old for you. My friends call me Big Daddy. Rush me your response, for I long to know more.”

The very same day, just hours after he emailed her, Varvara responded… with gratitude, with joy, with the first hint she was a woman with an Idea and the necessary determination to make it happen.Thus:

“Friend Harvey, Big Daddy, how your picture moves me. I see, not too much, but just the right proportion of a man, large of frame, larger of heart and generosity. How I wish I could be with you today, but I am forced to attend to a job I detest which has already begun to destroy whatever semblance of youthful beauty I ever possessed. I tell you, though I regret to tell you, that I work for a company that makes plastic lawn furniture.

My soul swoons but one must work and the rent is past due. P.S. Do you know the great effusions of my idol Anna Akhmatova? She is beyond poet…. she is the guardian of my soul. How I long to sit at your very large feet and read dear Anna to you. When may it occur… for I am mad with impatience to enjoy the musings of our two hearts together?

I have just heard the landlord knock upon the door. I hope he doesn’t evict me. All for lack of just $500… but our Kindred Spirits must always be above such prosaic chains of slavery and bourgeois necessity.”

Vavara’s email to Andrei.

“Andrushka, the flavor of your kisses has burned my very soul. Your eyes! Your arms around me crushing me in a love that will astonish the ages. I expect to get the $500 you have demanded in just a few days, perhaps even a few hours. I long to see you now, every inch of you, but I know your rule… and wanting you so must obey. But even you cannot stop the thoughts, hot, insistent, painful, delirious. Quite simply, I adore you… even more than I adore my muse Akhmatova, though she would understand all, savor all, condone all, forgive all. Expect to hear from me soonest. Yours for a passion beyond passion; a love beyond love.”

Andrei’s email to Nicholas.

“Nicki, the flavor of your kisses has burned my very soul. Your eyes! Your arms around me crushing me in a love that will astonish the ages! I expect to get the $250 you have demanded in just a few days, perhaps even a few hours. I long to see you now, every inch of you, but I know you would scowl should I neglect the funds… and cannot bear anything but perfect harmony, so must obey. But even you cannot stop the thoughts, hot, insistent, painful, delirious. Quite simply, I adore you… even more than I adore my muse, Akhmatova, though she would understand all, savor all, condone all, forgive all. Expect to hear from me soonest. Yours for a passion beyond passion; a love beyond love.”

Now all the players were assembled, Vavara, her deliverer Big Daddy; the man Vavara loves beyond reason, Andrei, and the man Andrei loves beyond reason, Nicki; each using the other and using email to effect their goal, defrauding here, to sustain love there. How could such a tangled web, fueled and sustained by manifold deceits end… but badly? And so it did, when Big Daddy (his ample girth such that it required two seats) flew to Moscow for his long delayed meeting… there to find sad recognition not never-ending bliss. In due course, he came to rest not on Vavara’s comfortable bosom but on a battered couch at Interpol whose agent listened for just a few minutes, then filed a report that would be read by no one.

One sympathetic cop.

But the bored agent was not a bad guy; besides he knew the name “Vavara” and her game; so was able to assist to this extent; viz to drive Big Daddy to “Vavara’s” real address. Taking an already chagrined Big Daddy in hand, he knocked at the door of a run-down apartment reeking of cooking oil and blasted dreams. At the well-worn key board “Vavara” sat, grey, worn, 65 if a day. No words were exchanged between “Vavara” and Big Daddy. None were necessary.  But something did occur. “Vavara” handed an open copy of Akhmatova’s poems to her crestfallen would-be lover. It was some might say scant recompense for his over $25,000 investment in love and the promise of endless passion. But the poem on view was one of the most celebrated of her lyric life (1889-1966),

“I taught myself to live simply”

I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life’s decay, decay and beauty.

Envoi

Big Daddy, older, poorer, perhaps wiser returned to Colorado. As he got out of the taxi, his careworn wife of 30 years shot him dead. At her trial she claimed justification and provided all the materials on which this article is based. She was acquitted.

As for all the materials she provided after rifling Big Daddy’s computer, they are all, even the well-thumbed pages of Akhmatova’s mystic,keening verses, part of the public record, a cautionary tale for the ages; to be ignored like all the rest.

About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today.

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