Like slaves, obeying and abhorred, We were the shield between the breeds Of Europe and the raging Mongol horde.
But now the time had come for the 'old world' of Europe to 'halt before the Sphinx':
Yes, Russia is a Sphinx. Exulting, grieving, And sweating blood, she cannot sate Her eyes that gaze and gaze and gaze At you with stone-lipped love and hate.
Russia still had what Europe had long lost - 'a love that burns like fire' - a violence that renews by laying waste. By joining the Russian Revolution, the West would experience a spiritual renaissance through peaceful reconciliation with the East.
Come to us from the horrors of war,
Come to our peaceful arms and rest.
Comrades, before it is too late,
Sheathe the old sword, may brotherhood be blest.
But if the West refused to embrace this 'Russian spirit', Russia would unleash the Asiatic hordes against it:
Know that we will no longer be your shield But, careless of the battle cries, We shall look on as the battle rages Aloof, with indurate and narrow eyes
We shall not move when the savage Hun
Despoils the corpse and leaves it bare,
Burns towns, herds the cattle in the church,
And the smell of white flesh roasting fills the air.151
The inspiration of Blok's apocalyptic vision (and of much else besides in the Russian avant-garde) was the philosopher Vladimir Soloviev. The opening lines of his memorable poem 'Pan-Mongolism' (1894) were used by Blok for the epigraph of
Pan-Mongolism! What a savage name! Yet it is music to my ears.152
In his last major essay,
Andrei Bely was another disciple of Soloviev. In
By the middle of the nineteenth century the notion of the flood had become so integral to the city's own imagined destiny that even Karl Bruillov's famous painting
* The story of a beautiful princess who abandons her young lover to marry a middle-aged official. One stormy autumn night they attend a ball in St Petersburg, where she has a fainting fit. In her dreams the Neva breaks its banks. Its waters flood the ballroom, bringing in a coffin whose lid flies open to reveal her dead lover. The palace walls come crashing down, and Petersburg is swept into the sea.
viewed as a warning to St Petersburg.* Slavophiles like Gogol, a close friend of Bruillov, saw it as a prophecy of divine retribution against Western decadence. 'The lightning poured out and flooded everything', commented Gogol, as if to underline that the city on the Neva lived in constant danger of a similar catastrophe.153 But Westernists like Herzen drew the parallel as well: 'Pompeii is the Muse of Petersburg!'154 As the year 1917 approached, the flood became a revolutionary storm. Everybody was aware of imminent destruction. This was expressed in all the arts - from Benois' illustrations for
And over Russia I see a quiet Far-spreading fire consume all.155
Bely portrays Petersburg as a fragile Western civilization precariously balanced on the top of the savage 'Eastern' culture of the peasantry. Peter the Great - in the form of the Bronze Horseman - is recast as the Antichrist, the apocalyptic rider spiralling towards the end of time and dragging Russia into his vortex. The bomb which structures the thin plot (a student is persuaded by the revolutionaries to assassin-ate his father, a high-ranking bureaucrat) is a symbol of this imminent catastrophe.