The education level of Russian women was rising, and their economic independence was becoming stronger accordingly; this naturally led to an increase in the number of women as a significant segment of the reading public. And that trend was confirmed by various reader surveys: there were many women subscribers to public and private libraries and they were increasingly buying newspapers, journals, and books.
In Petersburg many magazines appeared that targeted a specifically female audience. Among them were
One of the first and most striking examples of that audience’s economic power came in 1909, when
Exalted in tone, Verbitskaya’s colorful potboilers, openly propagandizing leftist and feminist views, elicited extremely hostile reviews from the same critics who had patronizingly patted her on the back before the phenomenal success of
Such scorn did not diminish Verbitskaya’s popularity—on the contrary. Her novels continued to sell in huge quantities and spawned numerous imitations. Verbitskaya, a socialist by conviction and a civic activist by temperament, became chairwoman of the Society for the Betterment of Women’s Condition and energetically helped other women writers. In the 1910s their position grew considerably stronger and women’s names ceased to be a rarity among best-selling authors. Eudoxia Nagrodskaya’s erotic novel,
Russian women poets had reached a mass audience even earlier. After the Boer War of 1899-1902, organ grinders in every Petersburg courtyard played the touching song “Transvaal, Transvaal, my dear country, you are in flames!” The words of this moving, sentimental ballad, which became a folk song, were written by Glafira Galina, a thirty-year-old poet. Even now I can’t listen to it without the threat of tears. Another of her poems, “The forest is being cut down—the young, tender-green forest,” an allegorical description of the tsarist repressions of students, elicited “delight and tears,” Mikhail Kuzmin said, when it was read in public and prompted the authorities to exile Galina from Petersburg. So when her collection of poems,