CHAPTER 15 - Nikanor Ivanovich’s Dream

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After the chaotic interrogation by the police, Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoy is taken to Doctor Stravinsky’s clinic. He is extremely agitated; Stravinsky gives him a special injection. By midnight Nikanor finally falls into a deep sleep, intermittently moaning, then his breathing steadies and he drifts into a vivid dream.

In the dream a procession of people with golden trumpets leads him to a large lacquered door. A booming bass voice from the sky commands, “Welcome, Nikanor Ivanovich, turn over your currency!” A black loudspeaker hovers above him. He is then transported to an opulent, small but expensive theatre. The audience consists entirely of bearded men sitting on a polished, slippery floor; there are no chairs. Nikanor, uncertain, sits on the parquet between a red‑haired bearded man and a pale overgrown fellow. A bell rings, lights go out, and the curtain opens on a simple stage with an armchair, a golden bell, and a black velvet backdrop.

A young, impeccably dressed artiste steps forward, greets the house, and announces the next act: “Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoy, chairman of a house committee and director of a dietetic kitchen, on‑stage!” The audience applauds; the master of ceremonies gestures Nikanor onto the stage. Flooded with coloured lights, the artiste demands that Nikanor “turn over your currency.” Nikanor begins to swear an oath, but the house erupts in shouts. The artiste asks where the $400 found in his apartment’s privy came from. Nikanor mumbles “magic” and blames “unclean powers.” The audience denounces him as a currency dealer; the master of ceremonies rebukes him and sends him back to his place, followed by an intermission.

During intermission the master of ceremonies summons Sergei Gerardovich Dunchil, a middle‑aged man described as “fine‑looking but unkempt.” Dunchil is accused of hoarding 18 000 $ and a gold necklace worth 40 000 $ in Kharkov, hidden in his mistress Ida Herkulanovna Vors’s apartment. Dunchil’s wife appears; the master of ceremonies condemns Dunchil as a “greedy spider” and orders him offstage. Dunchil is escorted away, though he is momentarily supported by an unseen hand.

Next the artiste calls Savva Potapovich Kurolesov, a robust actor, to perform an excerpt from Pushkin’s “The Covetous Knight.” Kurolesov delivers a garbled monologue about a pathetic widow, repeatedly changing his address to “dear sir, baron, father, son,” and eventually collapses, shouting “Keys! My keys!” He pretends to die, rises, bows, and leaves to polite applause. The master of ceremonies interprets the performance as a warning: those who hide money will meet a terrible fate, and urges the house to turn over their own currency.

A shy, fair‑haired citizen, Nikolai Kanavkin, then steps forward. He admits he will turn over “a thousand dollars and twenty ten‑rouble gold pieces.” The master of ceremonies interrogates him about the location: Kanavkin says the money is hidden with his aunt, Porokhovnikova, on Prechistenka, in a cellar candy‑tin. The artiste scolds him for entrusting money to an aunt’s cellar, calls him a “grown‑up,” and then, after a long pause, offers to ignore the mistake and merely thanks him. He then suggests the aunt may have additional money, prompting a heated exchange; the house finally applauds Kanavkin, offers him a ride, and the master of ceremonies promises to fetch the aunt for a “women’s theatre” programme.

The dream shifts again: the theatre lights go out, a distant tenor sings about gold, and the house hears a red‑bearded neighbour complain about his fighting geese. Suddenly cooks in white hats and ladles pour out soup and rye bread, shouting “Dig in, lads, and turn over your currency!” A fat cook offers Nikanor a bowl containing a lone cabbage leaf. Nikanor screams, “I don’t have any!” The nurse Praskovya Fyodorovna appears, gently shaking him and repeating, “You don’t have any, and if you don’t, there’s nothing more to say.” She prepares an injection; the cooks fade, the theatre collapses, and Nikanor feels a needle in his arm.

He awakens in the clinic, the injection having steadied his nerves. His cries have set off an alarm that spreads to room 118 (the unknown master), room 119 (himself), and room 120 (Ivan). The master in 118 looks at the moon, recalling a bitter autumn night; Ivan wakes, looks for his head, then falls back asleep. The doctor calms the patients, and they all eventually drift off as dawn breaks over the river. Nikanor’s body feels lighter, his mind drifts, and the chapter ends with him hearing pre‑dawn birds before falling into another dream of Bald Mountain being cordoned off by a double cordon.