The original novel written by Anna Kordzaia- Samadashvili juxtaposes everyday’s prosaic scenes in a poetic narrative, about the unconditional love of two friends. Martha – the black sheep of her family and an abandoned child raised by aristocrats; Niko –a man who left his country to chase his childish dreams and Tamara – who still has a tiny wish for a great love. With everyday get-togethers and the constant presence of alcohol, their lives seem like a continuous Pursuit of pleasure. But ultimately, they are all very unhappy. The book exposes their existential loneliness and the fears that revolve around their inability to find genuine happiness. The wonderfully amusing narrative is interrupted by the final verdict of the author. Justified by the lovely legend of Nightfall who “gave birth” to souls and let them wander forever through the bumpy roads of Tbilisi, their souls are easy to abandon, but very difficult to forget

The Knight

Chapter One

Martha, Niko and Almasa

Niko used to think that she was a hyena but actually, it was not quite so. It was rarely, indeed, that she was as incensed by something as to force a showdown and squabble. However, when she did so, she always explained away that she was the great granddaughter of an angel and a saint and that was the real truth.
“There is blood of great adventurers, enlighteners, devoted women and brave warriors in my veins, she used to say in a low voice so very deepened by her old, old habit of smoking. Notwithstanding its “depth”, the voice was perfectly placed and the perfection became especially tangible as she tried to speak louder. “You, little boy (or little girl, that depended upon the sex of her interlocutor and no matter
how old he or she was), I’m Martha L., a philosopher, Doctor of Philosophy. Dear, I can be a good shag for seven like you.” Yes, Martha was a bit ill-mannered.
It was bad when she was vexed and the worst thing it was for Martha herself. However, it seldom happened. One had to be a true pain in her neck to make her angry. She was so very self-assured for some reason. That wasn’t her way to make a show of herself. “A defective upstart,” Martha said. “‘Велеть слугам, высечь, выкинуть (Tell people to flog and turn him out -in Rus), as my Princess Babulinka used to put it...” Among other things, Martha was a snob and her snobbism was rather groundless.
In addition, she was an alcoholic and had been suffering from addiction to kid stuff. However, she’d tell you that she hated drunkards and drug users. She also suffered from autumn depression and claustrophobia. She used to talk in her sleep. She talked a lot, always raving in a loud voice.
Her hairiness had bothered Martha to distraction. By God, she struggled against it with such zeal that even the most fastidious appraiser would never notice anything, but Martha was the one who knew the truth about her hairiness.
Her back was spread with dark patches because of the vice of lying in the sun. As for her very healthy and misshapen teeth, she thought they were so uneven because of some karmic misunderstanding. If mummy had noticed it in time, she wouldn’t have the problem, but mummy had failed to take it into account and Martha cursed her own mother every time she was brushing her china. Otherwise her swearing almost never had any specific addressees. “Damn it!” was the thing she mostly confined herself to saying... (See PDF)

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