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      Summer 2004 (12.2) 
       
       
      The Ali and Nino Walking Tour 
      by Betty Blair and Fuad
      Akhundov 
 
      Constitutional Court 
      Ganjlik Square 1 
 
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        In the
      novel "Ali & Nino" this building was then a two-story
      residence belonging to Haji Hajibaba Ashumov [Ashum in the novel].
      From this vantage point, Ali positioned himself on the roof of
      this house in an effort to defend the Old City from the March
      1918 attack by Armenians and Bolsheviks. 
      From "Ali & Nino",
      pages 187 ff. 
 
      "Slender and dainty the old minaret rose in the pale light
      of the moon. Dark and threatening crouched the shadows of the
      old fortress wall. From far away came the sound of iron on iron-somebody
      was sharpening his dagger, and it sounded like a promise.  
 
      "Then the telephone rang. I got up and stumbled through
      the darkness. The voice of Ilyas Bey [Oil Baron Taghiyev's son]
      came through the receiver: "The Armenians have joined the
      Russians. They demand that all Mohammedans [Muslims] surrender
      their weapons not later than three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
      We refuse, of course.  
 
      "You'll be at the machine gun at the wall, left of Tsitsianashvili's
      Gate. I'm sending you another 30 men. Prepare everything for
      the defense of the Gate."  
 
      "I put the receiver down. Nino was sitting up in bed, staring
      at me. I took up my dagger and tried its sharp edge. 
 
      Below: Burned out building from the March
      1918 attack by Bolsheviks and Armenian Dashnaks that left an
      estimated 10,000 Azerbaijanis dead. Photo: courtesy of Azerbaijan
      National Photo Archives. 
 
        "What
      is it, Ali?" 
 
      "The enemy is at the gate, Nino." I dressed and called
      the servants. They came, broad-shouldered, strong and clumsy.
      I gave each of them a gun, then I went down to my father. He
      was standing in front of the mirror, a servant brushing his Tsherkess
      [Circassian] coat. 
 
      "Where is your position, Ali Khan?" 
 
      "At the Tsitsianashvili Gate." 
 
      "Good. I'm in the Hall of the Benevolent Society [Ismayiliyya
      Building, now Academy of Science Presidium, that was burned during
      this 1918 attack]." His saber rattled, he fingered his moustache.
      "Be brave, Ali. The enemy must not come over the wall. If
      they reach the Square [now Sabir Gardens] outside the wall, use
      your machine gun.  
 
      "Assadullah [Asadulla] is bringing in the farmers from the
      villages. They will attack the enemy from the rear in Nikolai
      [Nikolayevskaya Street and now since Azerbaijan's Independence,
      known as Istiglaliyyat Street]. He put his revolver into its
      holster and blinked tiredly. "The last boat to Persia sails
      at 8 o'clock. Nino must be sure to go. If the Russians win, they
      will rape all women." 
 
      "I went back to my room. Nino was talking on the telephone.
      "No, Mama," I heard her say, "I'm staying here.
      There is really no danger, you know. Thanks Papa, don't worry,
      we've got enough food. Yes, thank you. But please don't worry.
      I'm not coming, I'm not." She raised her voice on the last
      word, it was a cry. She put the receiver down. "You're right,
      Nino," I said, "you wouldn't be safe at your parents'
      house either. At 8 o'clock the last boat leaves for Persian.
      Pack your things." 
 
        Left: Preparing to defend the Inner City against the
      attack. Note cannon in cart. The novel, Ali and Nino, describes
      this bloody confrontation. Courtesy: Family Album of Farid Alakbarov. 
 
      "She blushed deeply. "You're sending me away, Ali Khan?"
      Never had I seen Nino redden like this. "You'll be safe
      in Teheran, Nino. If the enemies win, they'll rape all women." 
 
      "She raised her head and said defiantly: "They won't
      rape me, Ali Khan-not me. Don't worry." 
 
      "Go to Persia, Nino, please! There's still time." 
 
      "Stop it," she said severely. "Ali, I'm terribly
      afraid, of the enemy, of the battle, of all the terrible things
      that are going to happen. But I'm staying here. I can't help
      you, but I belong to you. I have to stay here, that's all there
      is to it." That was all. I kissed her eyes and felt very
      proud. She was a good wife even when she defied me.  
 
      I left the house. Dawn was breaking. Dust was in the air. I mounted
      the wall. My servants were crouching behind the stone battlements,
      their guns at the ready. Ilyas Bey's 30 men were watching the
      empty Duma Square [now in the area of Baksovet Metro]. There
      they were with their black moustaches and brown faces, clumsy,
      silent and tense. The machine gun with its small muzzle looked
      like a Russian nose - snub and broad. All was quiet around us.
      From time to time the liaison patrols came running silently along
      the wall, bringing short messages. Somewhere old men and priests
      were still trying to negotiate for the miracle of a last-minute
      reconciliation.  
 
      "The sun rose, and heat flooded from the leaden sky to sink
      into the stones. I looked across to my house. Nino was sitting
      on the roof, her face turned to the sun. At midday she came to
      the wall, bringing food and drink. She looked at the machine
      gun with frightened curiosity, then she crouched silently in
      the shade until I sent her home. Now it was 1 o'clock. From the
      minaret, Seyid Mustafa sang his prayer - plaintive and solemn.
 
      Then he joined us, awkwardly dragging his gun behind. He had
      stuck the Koran into his belt. I looked across to Duma Square,
      outside the wall. A few people were hurrying across the dust,
      anxiously bent low, as if in fear of an immediate attack.  
 
      "A veiled woman ran shouting and stumbling after her children,
      who were playing in the middle of the square. One, two, three.
      The bells of the Town Hall rang out, shattering the silence.
      And at the same moment-as if these bells had miraculously opened
      the door to another world-we heard the first shots from the outskirts
      of the town." 
 
 
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