Yellowish-grey, friable at the top, firm below, creaking sand ... sand
without end, no matter in which direction one gazes!
And above this sand, above this sea of dead dust, the huge head of the
Egyptian Sphinx rears itself aloft.
What is it that those vast, protruding lips, those impassively-dilated,
up-turned nostrils, and those eyes, those long, half-sleepy,
half-watchful eyes, beneath the double arch of the lofty brows, are
trying to say?
For they are trying to say something! They even speak--but only
[Oe]dipus can solve the riddle and understand their mute speech.
Bah! Yes, I recognise those features ... there is nothing Egyptian about
the low white forehead, the prominent cheek-bones, the short, straight
nose, the fine mouth with its white teeth, the soft moustache and
curling beard,--and those small eyes set far apart ... and on the head
the cap of hair furrowed with a parting.... Why, it is thou, Karp,
Sídor, Semyón, thou petty peasant of Yaroslávl, or of Ryazán, my
fellow-countryman, the kernel of Russia! Is it long since thou didst
become the Sphinx?
Or dost thou also wish to say something? Yes; and thou also art a
Sphinx.
And thy eyes--those colourless but profound eyes--speak also.... And
their speeches are equally dumb and enigmatic.
Only where is thine [Oe]dipus?
Alas! 'Tis not sufficient to don a cap to become thine [Oe]dipus, O
Sphinx of All the Russias!
December, 1878.