/Две первые главы моего большого Английского прозаического сочинения, посвящённого литературным, биографическим и критическим исследованиям вокруг личности графини Е.Я.Брюс, на вилле у коей, близ Женевы, в компании поэтов Шелли, Байрона, их женщин и небезызвестного д-ра Полидори, родились идеи легендарного "Вампира" и "Франкенштейна". - Сноски следуют под каждой из глав. Все международные права на публикацию и издание, со всей эксклюзивностью, принадлежат автору. М.Гюбрис /
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"...There is a society three or four miles from Geneva, the centre of which is the Countess of Breuss, a Russian lady, well acquainted with the agr;mens de la Soci;t;, and who has collected them round herself at her mansion." ("The Vampire" by J.Polidori; Extract of a Letter from Geneva, 1819) - "The Secrets of Mdm Breuss", principally, is the mega-essayistic work of mine with elements of novelism, in which the author tries to spread more light onto the less known figures and scenes from and around the Polidori's story. (The added notes, below the main text, are inalienable here: from Chap. to Chap. it will guide the reader to the serious facts of neo-academic research of this subject in Europe and Russia, it will definitely inspire you to think a bit newly upon this theme.)
Maximilian Guebris
23.;03.;2015 st.
The first experimental work on the theme
THE PHENOMENONS OF VAMPI-AUTHORSHIPS
or THE SECRETS OF Mdm BREUSS
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...Seem, there are so many things already have been said about that
Egalitarian well-sucked Vampire,
Who once had really vampirized the Liar, -
I mean that tale of Polidori,
Which opened to us the nightmare's dory, -
so many, that probably I'll be looking like that suicidal man within the storm of critique,
Before the thought,
Who finds his boat,
So over load
With splashing waves
Of mocking all applause,
would I be ever risking to pretend I'm writing here a some aught of extravagant. However, in such a comparing, if so I am to expect the karmical helping hand from the other, whether it can be a Lifeboat from the further libraric shore or really the Flying Holland offers me a deeper research of the inexorable abyss in some private archive, - and that for me to decide thence if I ever want to be saved from my own fancies or to be finally sunken into creative delirium; - if all so, still I've got to keep the few golden facts with me, as that in tradition and in manner of worth, just in case, for not to stay a bare-handed, in paying the deserving respect to my potential saviors. So, I can say, I'm taking this strangely-luminiscent documental page with me in this starting journey, though am seeing it as like that would have already been put into a timeless bottle.
I.
The reader, obviously, will look at these lines with a certain sense of surely uncorrupted and, so, much likely prefered scepsis in him; and, with such an objective prevision, I'm just imagining his or her, their face that time when they read here: -
"Once upon the Romantic times, the time when the whole artistic World, after surviving the big War, was looking for a particular inspiring deliverance, there, by the mysterious poetic lake in Genevan lands, used to live a very charming grand-daughter of the Wizard [*1], a lady of inherited secrets and a strange sort of excentrism; she was full of great, imperiously easy tact and of many a delightful interests, exactly like that should befit to an any dissent grand-daughter of that darker rank; because, her grandfather, in spite of all the latter sceptical gossips around, was an absolutely true wizard, and a very serious wizard, a highly-titled main Wizard of whole Tsar's Moscovia, the wonderous land of a great rod and a great epic soul; he was powerful in his spirit as same as he was rich with his gold secretly mountained in his dark alchemist's cellars; immortally rich enough so to behold the undimmed might in his descendants; a crystal gazer and a fate-reader, he had both the magic Mirror and the Book, so he could know everything what's going on in the Space and Time and everywhere 'bout the thoughtly-explored Universe; a one, who in his slower hours used to entertain his mind in company with the rarest manuscripts of Dr Faustus, and Da Vinci, Sir Bacon, and J.Dee [*2] , though unforgetful about the once-got Newton's lessons, sitting in his gloomy and cold Moscow tower [*3] (what also suited his very Scott temperament), he was doing a strange sort of art, and then, at the night time, he've been scaring a too curious plebei with his monstrous Synthetic Man or flying above his tower on the iron dragon; with his proudest Coat of Arms, he left to this new-century child all the treasures of patricianic living, all these dark truths to be listened from her close nanny/familyhood, and also a some good, and may be too good part of...unhappiness. Yes, cause, she was not very much happy in life, have we missed to tell you that? This noble, this elegant, this lifely-magnetic lady, a star of high social privilege, a blood of the kings, a brilliant proprietor of the many lands and thousands of souls of slaves [*4], she was not so happy much, sensitive darling; not with her marriage, too prestigeous and too early, seem; a daughter of all the exclusive talents of her incomparable Russian mother an Emperial Libertin[*5] of her epoch, neither she was so limitlessly satisfied with her elite favourious circle, and Venetian Doug [*6] a biggest and devoted adorer of her love and grace, time at the time they met, realized how the alien-some mood like a wild shade rise between them, and then she'd been growing sadder, unhappy in her luxuries, unhappy about the fascinating words, the exotic flowers, her majestic dresses, the lingerie and...even without sometimes, - yes, the wise Minerva's Owl have told us that, ...shhh, secretly; 'twas seen, as if she've been often seeking for a some lost alter-part in her. Seemed, she always wanted to be someone else; she loved to be transfigurable. That's why all those strange theatrically-carnivalous games, of which the witnesses of her days used to speak in quite an intriguing (and let us not to say, the masked) tone, were so popular in her house, so always preferably chosen; the many of adventurous excentrics were finding their inspiration in that "Glamour de Luxe" of hers, and let us be forgiven here for reminding to the some of Scotts that somewhat...sounds like...from Ld Glamis, yes,... [*7] but that's what literally was happening within her doors, always opened for a particular willing (even subconsciously) new visitor - a potential part-taker in such a sort of playfulest experiments..."
...True, my dear fellow, probably there's no that doubting reason for me to go on asking you of that, what impressively lifts your eyebrows now; or even to pay the extra complimentary attention to this kind of uncertainty in you, by the lifting my own, (eyebrows, means) yet is no reason for me, either. - Far is not a worst start for a kind of improved fiction, might be; an excellent tale is coming: calling out of being wondering in the depths of neo-byronic/neo-polidorian theme; - I know, what the some clever suppositions (or the advices) can tell; very fair are such, that for me to take it onto my account, and, surely, I shall definitely do so, and probably could prognosticate also quite a number of latter replayed motives coming out of these newly-found images, and, especially, if that upper-mentioned the "neo-polidorian turn (or to say) nuance", during this longing writing, will reawake the some interest to the same kind of phenomenon in the other sorts of Arts, too, fairly blessed to see their "reglamourized" saloonic stories. With its Neo "of space and time", the "story gazer" of today won't have a chance to escape facing the dark "neo-breussian" masquerade of fates, talents and dreams about the whole reintrigued epoch; and if so ever there are to be the words once again saying about the genius without the masterpiece, or the author without his rights, or the performer without spectators, or the theatre with no footlights, or the stage with no bounds, as same as the countries with no boundaries; and, to the all said and wider-seen, if thensoever there's to be found again the some aught of cosmopolitaniously like the "neo-pushkiniad", for example, or the "neo-rossiniad", or... - but stop: - a total absence of tact, a someone could say, is to be so negligent in life to pretend, yet before you've got a proper invitation into the first Grand Ball even,...to pretend you already...have been there...once; - we'll leave that excusive the "must be, in some other life" to the time-out dreamer; so, now we are just about all simply the "breussien". The Neo is much inspired to know we are the innocent strangers.
How soon the story comes to life!
Sometimes, but in one night!
- But 'tis exactly that "Vampire"! - ...the voices of Prelude, surely; they just can't escape of being remarkable, howsoever...
- Exactly that, I ought to cry,
Vampire, who bewitched the Lie!
- Then, who was pulling th' golden sleeve?
Ha-ha! Not other, but the Thief!
- But what's that thief?...aye, Providence??...
How seen!
Oh, certainly, that is really wonderous in all the history of Romanticism to realise, how the same sort of mystery of "douple-mastering" or to say "cloaning" the very products of Intrigue upon time as this, how repeatedly and how, can say, symmetrically-like it used to get into the lives of the leading inspirers of the cultural intereuropean elite; and it was to become, as same as in the Polidori's case, of a sort of life-scenario with the same public accents and coincidences, - in literature, in theatre, in music, - and what is the most extraordinary in all this is that any genius (and we are talking here of the superior, the most influential talents of their time) ever touched by this kind of vampi-drama in his life was, beware of doubts, somehow participating in the Mdm Breuss' circle. We may think, those authorships' tricks simply could happen anyway: the griddi-jelous salieristic-like minds try to put their hands onto genius' gold everywhere and anytime, in Europes or Russia, in London, Venice, Moscow or St.Petersberg; - whether if we'll look at the point of how samely it was taken, done and presented in public eyes, and of what the unforgetable "author-favour"'s diads and triads it was creating: like that, for a quick ex., in case of Riccordi-Rossini's notes in his "Semiramids" in Gritti's Teatro la Fenice [*8]: - that exactly Douge Gritti, an Italian partner of Russian Countess of Breuss, and that exactly Rossini, highly popular in Russia, to whom Mr Pushkin, since his very youth days, used to address his adorational lines in his verses, and even have practised in his works the intertextual rerhyming taken from Rossini's operas yet since 1817 [*9]; too, that surely Mr Pushkin, who well knew the Russian husband of Mdm Breuss yet before 1820, [*10] knew her self (even so-so furtherly), and whose famous douple-tale, a polidorien-like, we know, (and let us be pardoned here for we couldn't keep our mouths well-shut, doing this a kind of alike "cinderelling by the Grand-Ball Hall's window"; though we are not the detestiest gossipers) privately was told yet before the Russian translation of that of Polidori itself, and actually been-planned to be written just a little time after the original "Vampire"'s text was published in Europe [*11]; - so, with all these co-crossings, couldn't we see then the whole perspective of preparing ourselves really for a kind of "diductive break-through"? Obvious is that even as such a half-outline yet, must be, agitate an any potential Maddox or critician to become a riskiest theme's re-wonderer; however, in all the thoughts to this kind of a well-promised, from now point, the voice of essayistic arbitrariness calls us to forget not the sequential reading of our original "bottled tale", and with all the sympathy to the high hopes of douple-editor, and douple-reader, we immediately are going to do it now. / ;10.;04.;2015 /
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NOTES:
1) The grand-father of the Countess of Breuss (Ekaterina Yakovlevna Breuss, 1775 - 1829 ), Jacob (James) Daniel Bruce (1669 - Apr.30 1735, Moscow) , self-disc. of Clan of Bruce, Russian Count and General Field Marshal of Peter the Great; a first-rative scientist in Russia, "Russian Faustus", chemist and astronomer (astrologist and esoterician); his reputation in Moscow was as so fundamentally dark as that of the occult magician and alchemist; many a story-tales from those legendarily and hypothetic are still the big part of Russian folk&fancy inheritage staying in the witnessing of historical and fictional writers. (P.I.Bogatyirev, M.B.Chistyakov, V.F.Odoevsky and o.) His astrological calendar (of the events) called as "The Bruce's Calendar", a most authoritatively popular until the beg. of 20th cen, the some of Russian people keep using in their practices even in now days.
2) With that, what the Inventorious List (1735) tells us of many a strange optical things found in his house after his death, and too, the myths - of the strange optics, and of "that book, which opens to him any secret, and which can't be touched by any other man's hand, and which is in that room, where no one dares to step into" (P.I.Bogatyirev; "Moscow Antiquity. The memoires of moscovitans in 19th-20th cen), there the proper facts also are witnessing of the huge librarian collection of the rarest books of him: can say, after Ivan the Terrible, the Bruce's library was the biggest scientistic and occult library in Russia, which included surely more than the whole 1600 manuscr. found, in 14 languages, on any art and field, amongst which - at least 73 occ.b. known. - The big part of library in the latter years after his death was destroyed by fire.
3) Sucharev's Tower in Moscow; thought to be the place of alchemical experiments of aged Bruce; also used to be known as a centre of so called the Neptune's Society (mystical) that Bruce was a member of, and the records of which, alas, were lost in the history; by legend, the Magic Book and s.other things were hidden in its wall; it was destructed by Stalin (1934) - The images me-used are taken from the mass of the myth-tales around the Wizzard's figure.
4) The 14 thousands of slaves (called "the souls" in Russian) - is almost incomparable measure of the wealth really tremendous for that time. (Pyilyaev "The Antic Moscow") Ekaterina Breuss was a richest bride in Russia in her young years, and...a very rich Mdm in all pre-napoleonic and post-napoleonic Europe. Her property keepers in Russia was a famous poet Dergiavin and Alyabiev.
5) The Countess Praskovia Rumyanszeva, a mother of Ekaterina Breuss, a famous freulein of Zarina Ekaterine the Second, a first "probe-dame" of those frivolous days, the courts and the games, what's in the many memoires of that time, and yes, in Kazanova's too; she was sent away from the Zarina's court by awkward incident of sharing the forbidden hour with Rimsky-Korsakov, by those weeks a Zarina's favourite; she spent her latter days in immigration. Supposively, Lord Byron dedicated to her the few lines in his "Child Harold", in Canto 4.
6) Camillo Vincenzo Gritti - so called a second husband of Ekaterina Breuss; the archives, seems, do not lie to us by telling of the two sons of her from Doug, of those who once appeared in Russia (1829)to stand in the court for their inh. property. (Archive of Mordvinovs the Counts, May 1835, "on the brothers Gritti's case")
7) That spontaneously came into my head; whether you couldn't know not of the original meaning of the word the "glamour" itself: W.Scott in his "Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft" explained this phenomenon of "transfiguration" quite sufficiently, and in that chapter where the Queen of Fairies touchingly calls for our sensitive eyes. (How strange to think that one of Bruce in Ld Glamis' time, a king Edward, was a murderer of her! - Am I right?)
8) briefly here: this authoship's incident, happened in 1822, is well described in the Philip Gosset's article called the "Privacy in Venice: The Selling of Semiramide"(2003, Hillsdale, N.Y., Pendragon Press, "Words on Music: Essays in Honor of Andrew Porter on the Occasion of His 75th Birthday").
Senior Gritti, in his time, used to be a director of Teatro La Fenice and was very familiar with the Rossini's troops. (see further on)
9) this well-explained in the A.Zholtkovski's works, for ex.,"Tricket, Pushkin and Rossini: On the problem of textual and structural borrowing", 2011
10) The Count Vasily V. Musin-Pushkin-Bruce (added his wife's name in 1793); the Emperor's Oberschenk, the richest and trendiest man in Russia, the absolute "poursche" of elite. (see further on) - About him meeting a poet Pushkin, and so on, see: Karatyigin, v.1, p.351 (Rus); and too, Pushkin to J.N.Tolstoy, Sept. 26 1822, the Letters; and, too, the correspondence of Shahovskoy, Zagoskin and oth. contemp.
11) firstly, means the famous Russian tale "The little alone house on the Vasiliev's Island" published by V.P.Titov (Tit Kosmocratov), 1829, which, in the latter witnessing of the author himself, a Pushkin's friend, was originally told by a poet at one of their literaturious eves, however there are the certain arguments, that it was told far not once before, and the first note on that shows us it was told yet about 1825 (Anne P. Kern, "Pushkin in memoires of his friends"(Rus), v.1, p.386, 517), whether the first translation of Polidori's tale was done in Russia by P.V.Kirievsky in 1828; - then, secondly, here: the famous Pushkin's unwritten tale "The devil in love" is the subject of many a research of Russian pushkinians, the earliest plan of which was mentioned to be sketched on 1811, and documentally is dated by May 1821; in opinion of Russian experts and poets (A.Achmatova, Brodsky), this plan-sketch is fully identified with idea of that oral tale of a poet, in which the pre-fabula was finally improved. (see, V.N.Pisnaya "The fabula of "The little alone house...", (Rus) Pushkin & the Contemporaries (ПиС), v. 31-32, Russian Academy of Science, 1927; E.V.Kardash "The tale of V.P.Titov "The little alone house on the Vasiliev's Island"", Pushkin & the Contemporaries, v.5(44), 2009, Rus.Acad. of Science; Pushkin House).
II.
...Oh, social morality! Both the Vampire and the Thief in one, it always look for its fortune and its alibi within the products of knowledge, from each a new time, the unpreconceived, yet unexposed, and the such, as that for ever stands, are mentioned to be (in the image of) but an infinitive a sensitive Man of a matter of... The daily world calls it as usual "the touching circumstances", the compromising intellectuality - "the necessity of dramatical being"; what as most troublesome, the "piety-gumblers" calls simply as the Matter of so done Fate. In any century and in any country. - As long it stay uncharacterized, the whole vampiristic society well survives on a blood of misfortuner of the passing goodness, they do advocate with much tolerance; as soon it steal the alive man even into the first argument for his actual presence in one of the examples of be-spoken acknowledgement of his role in society he shares his teeth and bites with (even the pseudoreal way), they all becomes the victims of that picturized strangness, - and you do know, to see yourself of being a victim is like a strongly-influencial mental disease; - and how soon! they all grows in a devil's number and the such, that... oh, you might be hearing now the "silverous" bungs already; thinking of a run-away back-beaten vampirically a witness of the newly proclaimed paradigmation; or seeing the poetic life-message dissolving in the family of facts contradictorious to the fine standards of publicly accepted intrigue-confessing... Are you sure, you can't escape of seeing the past way, past method again?...
The next fragment of the tale from the timeless bottle says: -
"One-day, not on an any kind of special occasion, been carried down just by the springful after-war wind and the light fortune, there, on the further side of the lake, have had appeared an elegantly looking young gentleman, a proper dandy of a naturally noble kind and of quite the unbanal manners; and from the first instance of his appearance he've been targeted with that suspicious curiosity, the one way, which brings the flocks of gossips, would them be wiped off flying all around from under the long devil's coat, the other - a certain distancing in inhabitants. But that is no wonder, must be, for a someone, whose age especially was about...(and let me lie not) really 100 years [*12], what he gallantly have signed under in the Inn's journal, and what undoubtedly, made the Inn keeper (even for the short wile) latently wondering at least about the some extra (so be-called) ceremonials per chance intriguingly or inescapably needed. Whether, seemed, he was much delighted and comforted with his proud mysterious self, there also was found a sort of suited "grand-neuphew-like" company for him, of the personas nevertheless original and suspicious, even so less famous, and of the both blossoming sexes, which on a one half kept his intellectual mood prosperously high, and on another - his natural gentleman's health manly and romantically proud. Yet on the nearest day after his arrival, there already was found that a man is not any bigger threat for society, but that of being exactly of the highly-dangerous class of the Plato-damned unobliging mistificators, who irresistibly call themselves the Poets, and who are never the worth and no comfort at all for any state, be it the Kingdom or even the Republic; and also, adding to that, on the day next, the Crow of God or Cain [*13] but made all around even more surely that a young nobleman's affective passions were known to be...........
not so only the rhymes and the crickets, but...
the skulls, and Sodoms, and the virgins' blood,
........... and so with supposedly that he came deliberately down here, in kozack-offensed sweet-cultural lands, and, yes-yes, must be for a perfect new skull...to find, to have...his wild orgies full of the unholy cup'n'wine a kind of rituale, - and so, as it seems, he is not a light man at all, who came from his England with as such a rarestly noble reputation, where he've already been known too as a biggest friend of publicly loud moral cases, where he've used to present the privileged pianos for the poor cockney prisoners [*14], where he've lost his wife and father rights, and...then so on and so setre... Could we escape to say, that this kind of pre-introducing message, in a short time, was actually that, what so inexorably have touched the theatrical ear of our excentrically-charming landlordess? - Together with a worsen weather, as a stranger thought on the wings of a laky storm [*15], it was brought into the window of that mysterious Ekaterina, a Russian-Scotish highly Countess a descendant grand-daughter of a Moscow Wizard. What do you think: was she not quite much predisposed to hear as such a kind of the news as these?"
Here I suggest, before we'll read the next part of masterpiece from the timeless bottle, as that should befit to any dissent study-men, we should learn more around that firstly read. Will we try the psychologist's glasses or the mysticist's glasses, or once again those fashionable the rosy-criminal ones, or the type of masonry-historian's? For which ever kind of we'll chose, we also have got the indispensible lens of an old forgotten biographer, we found on our mega-cultural desk.
The factual story tells us that a named noble-woman, yet before all later-happened in hers and that unusual gentleman's lives, (oh, much I'd be glad if you couldn't recognize too soon that well-remembered, so well transpicturized, all the many different vampiric ways about, Lord Byron in him!) - she already knew, already have heard somewhat about his private paths. Of course, this is not what strange in all that. The much stranger thing would be but that if our poetic dandy could ever be guessing himself, and yet before their first meeting indeed, of how well, in fact, this lady was experienced in all the sociable so-called "hide&seakings", - a wife of a most influential figure in all the intereuropean affairs of Anti-Napoleonic Empire.[*16] No-no, we are not mentioning to through ourselves yet into this kind of overcomplicated politic matters. In fact, by that time, a Madam of the forty years of age, the memories says, Ekaterina Breuss was to survive quite a serious emotional stress in her life: she've been passionately looking for the official divorce with her excellently-huge Russian husband, neither the Russian Emperor, nor the highest Russian aristocratic circle wanted: - not to any kind of respect for her present partnership's choise, deserved much the proper second marriage status and, so, for all the graces of her in position of secondly-married delightful Dougess; not to any kind of the pride and moral safety of her children either, the ones highly born but (are) doomed to be illegitimate bastards. It is exactly that sociality, we, as ever bravely, can judge as the "moral Procrustes"[*17]. Her kingly Coat of Arms was too expensive, too dear for Russia to lose, and for her husband - especially. Yet in 1804, the few years after the death of the previous Emperor (Paul the First the murdered), time she've had visited Moscow, she already been sending an application to Alexandre the First with her sincerest asking for His highest allowance to free her poor self from these heaviest chains of as such an unhappy, fruitless marriage [*18], and whether she was fundamentally refused, then, during the next 12 years, this particular idea has become rather obsessive; now time, she've been seriously preparing herself for a new battle. Whether the poet's situation, we do know, was quite opposite in terms of all the conflict with the "morally-procrustic" law and marrial legacy, even so, we may suppose, in the liberal heart it could make her feel startingly somehow more sympathetic to those winged messages she've got of a younger noble-man, and those live-mannered anecdotes of the so-called "byronic cases and difficulties". And too, the kind of "national sensus" in light of the sentiments both ways presumably sharing to further {father-motherly} Scotland, which was exhorting in young Sir, perhaps, the same sort of "touching melancholy" as that comparetively (in the day other, of hers) was in the Mdm's mature sighs about far-left Russia,
and the Nature, and the views, and the sights,
and the myths lives beyond those accents,
and th'all birdly and children's cries -
and the innocent memories full of the Love's scents; -
that certainly could bring a bit of more friendly charm between them, the way the intriguing, the adventurous Providence was thinkably introducing them one to another.
As 'twas mentioned before, scarcely we'll find a reason to think, that our poetic wanderer ever could have known that aught of her private circumstances, as like somewhat giving him a deliberate thought to meet this person too preferably, however the idea of writing the particular "continentally-romantic" poem of his, and that furtherly-heard name of her multi-experienced mother, a scandalous Countess of Ekaterine the Second, full of the secrets and revelations, perhaps could inspire him to imagine this contact more in the light of awaken interest. But how, to all this, - we only can play this question fancily; - how momentously the vision of their coming approach changes straight away into the very intrigue, if we ever can be allowed to count on that surreal prognosis, which would have meant his (a poet's) sympathy and curiousuty nevertheless be upper-risen by even the aught of the life-news from her actual private history. Cause, it's rather peripeteiously impressive...
Would a young poetic Sir be not fairly much impressed finding out that a noble-woman, he's going to meet, is not simply a wife of Russian highest diplomat, but unfortunately a wife of the Head of all Euro-continentally masonic Russia, the upper-degreed Great Master of the Lodge of Astrea [*19]? To all the sharply quick satire in his poetic head onto that, how as such a tremendous degree in Russia could ever be got just by the mounts of the great losses through the fingers of a card-player and a spender as so finally big and magistien, as her fatty Basileus, - to this, would a young Sir be growing more serious in his face and thought just a bit by hearing (for ex.) of how the Emperor Paul has gone, how soon after satisfying but the half of the Mdm's claiming, yet in 1800, ...............
when she felt, she can't bare any more;
as if she lived in the house with the thief-broken door;
all the treasures irrevitably flew naught but the shame for;
no good was to stay sighing upon old gentle Chamfort; [*20]
the sold lands went off from under her floor;
and the sold slaves afar from her Home telescope;
and 'twas time for her to stick the punishing envelope; -
yes, she had that case to get her property back to her name's honor, which was egotistically usurped by the Great Master, after he added her title to his own without her straight allowance, and yet since their early marriage; Paul did pleased her a bit, immediately gave her all back to her rights and, having no time for thinking of the "jeax des ranks", died by seemingly the slightly masonic occasion [*21]; - will you find, 'twould leave a poet but in the most disinterested pose?... A delightful elitarian, who used to know a Son of the Murdered (Emperor) yet before the drama of the Throne, who used to know the Knights of the St Orders, the heading Commanders - like dear Sheremetev a Maltian Knight, sincerely true in his heart, whose romantic friendship with her was rather in the light of the coming Moscow-starring wedding [*22], and what was spoilt by the hardest trying of old Musin-Pushkin, her old trust-keeper, a too quick happened to be to push a seventeen years old lady into the marriage with his son, after she've lost both of her parents; and through the time after, then, all those faces and characters she used to be meeting with - the dissidents, pictets, new liberals, [*23] all intermixed with highest, freest class of society; - she've had a lot on her hand, what could have inspire the masculine talent of the strange stories' picker (and would be as so much strange, if not, as that, for ex. to imagine, for him was to meet a someone from his family's friends at hers [*24] , but staying totally unsurprised); - yes, all that and to it, of course, the aught of what's especially about her personal mystery, 'bout her dedushka's...[*25]
Do you remember that special detail, impressively marked in our "bottled tale", saying of the "very age" of a poet? The full 100 years, isn't it? - Miraculous fact! An instant fancy or the Mr Holmes' matt? - To it, let us just think: the 100 years before 1816 means the year 1716 to 1717 - the unforgettable time, when the freemason Grand Lodge of England was firmly founding. And, as we know by history,... no-no, let's not start yet to create the unbelievable intrigue around the Sir "Grand Devil" Byron's figure [*26] as so straight away, as much pointfully, first, we rather can see the very fair link to the...oh, exactly! to the Bruce's (and, so, Bruces') masonic memory. Yes, even close up to its very origin, the root of the whole masonry's provenance. - For instance, Sir William Bruce of Kinross, an architect, is well-known like an active masonic figure, who had a good deal share in building, to say, "the solid tower of Jacobit-masonry of 17'th - be 18'th Сen" [*27]; on this Western side, surely we also can add the some other truly important members of the Bruce's clan, a most mystical and powerful clan in the history of sacred movements since the early Templieric times; - much more, however, surprising here would be marked standing the remained records of Sir William Bruce of Moscow (Vilim Bruce in Russ transcr.), a free knight of Clackmannan branch, Russ-landed immigrant, a father of a Moscow Wizard. Yet in 1647, in time of Cromwell's war, in the age about 25-30, he left Scotland together with the other Scotch knights after the great loss of King's army by Nasebey in 1645, and, whether the big number of those prefered to go to Scandinavian lands, he decided to go further up to Archangelsk, the land opened to the Anglo-Saxonian investigators since 1553. Objectively, it's too unreasonable to suppose that Sir Vil^im could ever be participating in masonic activity of his time, and we leave this theme for a most erudite historian to invent; although it is not absolutely uninteresting to admit that the grandfathers of the both here-named Sirs were the cousins, (acc. from the 7th Baron of Clackmannan) [*28]. These branches originally goes from the Sir Thomas Bruce, 1st Baron of Clackmannan, and whether he is thought to be a direct descendant of Robert "The Bruce" 1, King of Scots, the history also provide nevertheless an exciting version for him of being a Robert "The Bruce"'s brother's son - means, a son of Sir Edward, a King of Ireland and probably the only "Templierian King" of the times. - A great interest we all can see in thinking that mystical heritage with all the sacred knowledge and treasures, which but a little number of survived Knights of the earliest Tamplier's Order [*29] was left to bring into Edward's Ireland on the way of escaping the bloodiest terror done upon them all around the rest of Europe; - certainly indeed, a greatly similar kind of fate, we recognize, in latter, was waiting exactly for those Scotch pre-masons of the first half of 17th Cen, who were to carry the bits or the certain parts of secret tamplierian truth. We know a bit of their mystical practises, a bit of that strange sort of esotericism, what was based on the platonic and neo-platonic ideas, dark solomonism and all that zoroastric-like magic, astrological cosmism and alter-scientistic interests, which used to become the part of masonic world intervision; - in paying all the respect to the Western path, can't we ever ignore the some reminiscences in darker history of 17th Cen tells us of the path, therefore, Russian?
Here comes a Moscow Wizard; can we add -
Loud not 'bout Sir Vil^im, was he all mad?
We've been touching a year 1717. - To that time, Sir Jacob Daniel Bruce, a Moscovian son of Sir Vilim, already has been admired as a closest person to Peter the Great in all the matters and aspects of foreign ministry, and had a very fond reputation in the main centres of cultural life of Protestant Europe, in Amsterdam, Karlsbad, Berlin, and especially as a one, who's "of the brightest eye in artsmen, tutors and masters"; himself a widely educated noble-man, yet since 1697, during the early years of his study in England, who was a main figure in all the Tsar's "London deals"; a friend of Newton, Leibniz, and others. A great perspective to imagine the some kind of intercourse with the masonly-crossed world, isn't it? - (the newtonian, post-newtonian ideas, known, were also a part of free-masonry interests), - and especially, if we stay unforgetful about the earlier history of proto-masonic The Neptune's Society [*30] in Peter's Russia - that very secret circle of the few chosen (where Sir Vilim's son was one of the first, and the first supposedly was the Emperor Peter himself), and who, as the legends says, were all united around the mystery of superpower, the very source and attribute of which was a rarest magic Book they studied and spiritualized together with, and which kept all the keys&ways to correspond with the wildest powers on Earth, what personally could do a one becoming of a supernatural kind as like of being a paranormalist of (new-mastered) "no-walls reality" or the "time's traveller". (Quite a sort of templierism, isn't it?) We may imagine, that the catastrophic Flood in St.Petersberg [*31], which had taken the Peter's life away, (whether we're still guessing in Russia, if that pneumonia of his was only and truly the murderer, or his death was in the matter of someone's dirty businesses), was especially of a kind of karmical punishment done by the will of a god Neptune himself, what happened to be in a cause of some wronged magic experiment. - Well, in all these thoughts, can we ever escape of turning the eye back to the upper-read lines from our "bottled tale", telling of the Bruce's magical relics? The Book, and the Mirror... see, in the mentioned Moscovian "Sucharev's Tower" the main-place of "neptunian chants & experiments",... and so later on, consequently, are in the hands of an only alive Peter's "neptunian" left from the number of those died and repressed by the time of Ekaterine 1,...and, yes, that Book, that Mirror, and...wonder we now not if the next "bottled" pages would whisper even the little something about especially that magic Templer's Ring, that kingly...that of Solomon? - oh, hold me, yet shut me, stop-stop........
Hold me, Frodo, hold me, please,
Saaron dies for news to squeeze! .......... the many so pleased would be for so-said Yes; - that's it! the most unbelievably inherited attributes; the most provocatively done conclusions! The Light and the Dark; the Life and Death; the strange affects, reflections and likenesses - all goes through the time in the century and finds the reason to be questioned again and again of its longing a kind of fairness. - How the first Masonic Lodges in Russia (when one of them was also called as Neptunian [*32]) were found, and, in their core and base, in very accordance to the constitutional, structural example of the Grand Lodge of England; how the dark paranormality was presenting itself from one moment to another: the fatal "shakespearean-like" eclipses (the first ever-known to Russia was catched especially by the eye of J.D.Bruce the astronomer!), the actual oracle prophecies, the mysteries of lions (whether the lion never was particular so sacred an image in Russia); can we ever forget about the "call of mirrors" too? - as that, for ex., what was the dark truth of Paul 1 the Emperor, time he saw his dead self, neck-broken, right before his violent death; then on and on; - especially, we think, that is of the link of the things a kind of curiously close to or even about that tempting figure, who, as a dignity inheritor of the Aphroditian secrets, seemed, went out herself from the "Neptunian foam" of that clan-circling of her descending...
...We haven't said much. Yet we did just a little excurse into the Ekaterina's family history; we've just mentioned the some sort of light of magnetism of sleep-waiting Intrigue. We haven't touch yet anything what could be known or heard around the other faces already honored to be involved in our story, whether that is a Doug Gritti (and also the some particular representatives from that elite circles we'll speak later of) or that excellent demonic company of Mr Poet as well; - so, if we do know, in such a sequence, even a bit of a long "journey of the genes" of the few from the mentioned friends, would it be too vain for us be wondering, just in the similar manner, 'bout a kind of templieristic-like signs (or the crossing facts) in those biographies? ....
But what about that well-promised special theme,
Which warrant us the luck of vampi-authoships? -
Well, monseniors, it will be just as such a thing,
You know, you can ride th'Earth-round on the (wilder) sheep,
For all the kind of Paspartu's time(s), just at least,
Forgetting all the other lovely-plann^ed trips, but...................
now moment we've got to take a definite pause, only can say; for a while, we've got to free our brains to the thoughts less ambitious and refreshingly naive even, what always good for an any kind of serious continuation; we inescapably will pay all the promised stuff to the yawning academic critician here, twice I'm warning 'twill be, and yet before his...before the Man will step into the Immortalization Era; surely; but, please not now, - oh, not now, please...
Ah! Have you ever heard of how he actually died, this grand-mysterious Moscow Wizard?...
/01.06.2015/
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NOTES:
12) Dr Polidori marked this pure fact right in the beginning of his Genevian dairy on 25th of May 1816.
13) That, as Ovid says, originally was the sinnery crime of Crow to become once upon the history so loud a gossiper for to be so mercilessly punished then by Jupiter for breaking his godly privacy. That's why the crows are of this shape and name of which they are now.
14) Was it really a true story of how Mr Leigh Hunt in his two years of imprisonment, used to play there the piano forte, a Byron's present, or that piece of him-written biography was of a kind of his poetic illusion? - I know, I provoke a reader to be frown with this kind of a bit adventurous, playful-like question; but it is written so well, that sometimes, in rereading this, I feel the great talent of Hunt a literarian shows this scene in the very surreal-like light, and so making a reader doubting (just even slightly a bit) in the true bounds of described reality.
15) Both Polidori's and Hobbhouse's dairies tells us of that horrible weather; in my "bottled tale" I allow myself but a little speculation with this fact, in thinking that (and we can't check it properly yet, cause the factual memoirs of Mdm Breuss, seems, are not exist) of what if that storm-day would be exactly the day when she've got the first news of the Mr Byron's (the continental poet's) appearance in those lands. That simply it - not more than just a slightly belletristic privilege of me as an author.
16) Vasily V. Musin-Pushkin-Bruce, a foreign minister in the Kingdom of Two Sicilias in 1795-1800, 1800 - 1812, chair in the Emperor Cabinet of Foreign Affairs in St.Petersberg. About his degree and long-time role in masonic activity read in following the main text below.
17) Procrustes - "the stretcher”, well-known old-greek anti-human personage, the biggest enemy of sensual and physical liberties.
18) see, Alexandre Filimon "Bruce", Pt 1, Tragedy of a rich descendant, 2003 (Ru)
19) The Great Lodge of Astrea (Rus) was found in Sept. 1815, and in its order was very similar to the Grand Lodge of England.
20) Chamfort Nicolas (Sebastien-Roch Nicolas), 6 April 1741 – 13 April 1794; a French writer, best known for his epigrams and aphorisms; a secretary to Louis XVI's sister, and of the Jacobin Club.
21) There are the few versions of that occasion happened to be the murder of Emperor Paul. The very little we know about it from the original sources of witnessing. We have the list of the names of the murderers and those, who were one or another way involved in it, as such for ex. as Ivan M. Muraviev-Apostle (a father of a famous Decembrist, about whom even C.Clairmont used to tell in her Dairy, describing her rel-ships with Ctss Chernyisheva), who had a serious connection with Ru-Lodges; and too, a figure of one of the true murderers himself - Platon Zubov - a last favourite of Ekaterine 2, is very, can say, complicated figure in this sense; (August Kozebu a contemporary (have you heard this name in thinking the trip of the main hero from "Frankenstein"?), who was in St Petersberg that time, gave particular all the best describing and guidance to those criminal names; - to it, we shouldn't forget also that the Emperor Paul himself was a Great Magister of Maltian Order, and surely was well-educated in Russian masonrism; so... yes, so this is my shortest explanation of that me-written the "by slightly the masonic occasion".
22) N.N.Bantyish-Kamensky to A.B.Khurakin, Letter dt. by 1st of Dec. 1792: (about Sheremetev) - "The whole of Moscow marries him on Bruce."
23) Not for to make particular a joke out of the name of Mr Pictet, a one from the Polidori's dairy, and of quite an interesting figure in the history's records, I'm mentioning this in such a manner; but amongst the number of other representatives of the Breuss's liberal-thinkers' circle, his character, I suppose, is quite distinctive to be symbolized as a kind of certain type of interesting people.
24) From Polidori's Dairy: (June 27) "...Went to Odier's. Met with Mr. ____, a friend of Lord Byron's father ... Miss C[lairmont] talked of a soliloquy." - But that's at Odier's. But why can't we just even imagine, that the same situation could've happen at Breuss' ?...
25) Dedushka, in Russian it means a Granddad; to it simply I'm adding a slightly etymological meaning too: yet since the early times, this word have been used in Russia in the context of all the necromancy and witchcraft; still so up today sometimes; so in case of Mdm Bruce, this word expressed really whole of the meanings mentioned.
26) A little ironically, I've meant here the 4th Baron of Byron, so a father of "Byron Devil", who is a grandfather of Byron "Mad Jack", and so a great-grandfather of a poet Lord Byron.
27) "The True History of Scottish Esoteric Masonry" by Eric Wynants, 2014
28) A.Filimon "Bruce", Pt 1 (in witnessing of a present descendant of the Bruce's Russian branch, Irina Blyth /Libermann/, now lives in Scotland.) Also, see: - http://www.brucefamily.com/lineage.htm#clackmannan
29) Templier's Order; I mean here the original Order of Solomon's Temple, the Knights Templar as they're simply called; ex. since 1129.
30) There are no proper facts telling of the date of founding of this Society. (see, also note 3) Some sources (A.N.Pyipyin "Russian Masonry", St.Petersberg, 1914, Rus) tells that Peter has brought the light of masonry, and so of templierism (G.V.Vernadsky "Russian masonry in the time of Ekaterine II", St. Petersberg, 1917, Rus; Public Library, manuscr. part; manuscr. of a mason Lensky) yet since the end of 17th Cen, means the time of the Tsar's Great Traveling; the sources also tells that J.D.Bruce was about 30 y. a., means exactly that time when he've been traveling with Tsar Peter and so in Holland and London; so, by the informal version, to 1717 the proper Lodge-like society was solidly found; originally, the Chair-Master was Fran;ois Le Fort, (Germ. - Franz Jakob Lefort); 23 Dec 1655 (2 Jan 1656), Geneve - 2(12) March 1699, Moscow; the first Secretary was Patric Gordon, and the 2d - Peter himself. That is very much seems like it was especially that "Neptune's Society" mentioned, if so we know that Lefort was yet alive in the time of its founding; it consisted from particular 8 members: Peter, Lefort (died then 1699), Patrick L.Gordon of Auchleuchries (died 1699, too), Menshikov, Bruce (Secret., then), Apraksin, Fergus/son), Cherkassky, Golitzyin, Sheremetev. (V.V.Nazarevsky "From the history of Moscow", Moscow, 1914, Rus). Not sure 'bout the other members.
31) Great Flood in St.Petersberg, here means the flood of 1724, Oct.-Nov., (1st of Nov., the day when Peter felt fatally ill)
32) Neptunian Masonic Lodge of Russia: the big question is, if there was any direct desc. to the first proto-masonic Society, but perhaps can't be not in some way: - The Lodge of Neptune (one of so-called the Elagin's parties) was found in 1779 in Krondstadt. (S.C.Graig; Cnt Gagarin; secret society placed on the boat "Rostislav"). - The Lodge of Neptune to Hope was restored by 21 Oct. 1812 or 21 Nov.1813(?), since 1815 became a part of The Great Lodge of Astrea.
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