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D.</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: April 20, 2022 [eBook #67882]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Carlos Colon, Barry Abrahamsen, the University of Michigan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital Library.)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MEMOIRS OF ALEXANDER HERZEN, PARTS I AND II ***</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p><span class='small'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c000' /> -</div> -<div> - <h1 class='c001'>MEMOIRS OF<br />ALEXANDER HERZEN - Parts I and II</h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c000'> - <div>══════</div> - <div><span class='c002'>PUBLISHED ON THE FOUNDATION</span></div> - <div><span class='c002'>ESTABLISHED IN MEMORY OF</span></div> - <div><span class='c002'>THEODORE L. 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DUFF</span></div> - <div class='c000'><span class='xsmall'>FELLOW OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c007'> </p> -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/publogo.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<p class='c008'> </p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>NEW HAVEN</div> - <div>YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS</div> - <div><span class='small'>LONDON · HUMPHREY MILFORD · OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS</span></div> - <div>MCMXXIII</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_I'>I</span>COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS</div> - <div>─────</div> - <div>PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>THE THEODORE L. GLASGOW MEMORIAL</div> - <div>PUBLICATION FUND</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The present volume is the seventh work published by the -Yale University Press on the Theodore L. Glasgow Memorial -Publication Fund. This foundation was established September -17, 1918, by an anonymous gift to Yale University in memory -of Flight Sub-Lieutenant Theodore L. Glasgow, R.N. He was -born in Montreal, Canada, and was educated at the University -of Toronto Schools and at the Royal Military College, Kingston. -In August, 1916, he entered the Royal Naval Air Service and -in July, 1917, went to France with the Tenth Squadron attached -to the Twenty-second Wing of the Royal Flying Corps. A -month later, August 19, 1917, he was killed in action on the -Ypres front.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>PART ONE—NURSERY AND UNIVERSITY</div> - <div class='c000'>1812-1834</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table0' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='92%' /> -<col width='7%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter I.<br /> My Nurse and the <i>Grande Armeé</i>—Moscow in Flames—My Father and Napoleon—General Ilovaiski—A Journey with French Prisoners—Patriotism—Calot—Property Managed in Common—The Division—The Senator.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_3'>3</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter II.<br /> Gossip of Nurses and Conversation of Generals—A False Position—Boredom—The Servants’ Hall—Two Germans—Lessons and Reading—Catechism and the Gospel.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter III.<br /> Death of Alexander I—The Fourteenth of December—Moral Awakening—Bouchot—My Cousin—N. Ogaryóv.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_62'>62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter IV.<br /> My Friend Niko and the Sparrow Hills.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter V.<br /> Details of Home Life—Men of the Eighteenth Century in Russia—A Day at Home—Guests and Visitors—Sonnenberg—Servants.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_95'>95</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter VI.<br /> The Kremlin Offices—Moscow University—The Chemist—The Cholera—Philaret—Passek.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_120'>120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span>Chapter VII.<br /> End of College Life—The “Schiller” Stage—Youth—The Artistic Life—Saint—Simonianism and N. Polevói—Polezháev.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_173'>173</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c013'> - <div>PART TWO—PRISON AND EXILE</div> - <div class='c000'>1834-1838</div> - </div> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='92%' /> -<col width='7%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter I.<br /> A Prophecy—Ogaryóv’s Arrest—The Fires—A Moscow Liberal—Mihail Orlóv—The Churchyard.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_201'>201</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter II.<br /> Arrest—The Independent Witness—A Police-Station—Patriarchal Justice.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_214'>214</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter III.<br /> Under the Belfry—A Travelled Policeman—The Incendiaries.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_222'>222</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter IV.<br /> The Krutitski Barracks—A Policeman’s Story—The Officers.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_235'>235</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter V.<br /> The Enquiry—Golitsyn Senior—Golitsyn Junior—General Staal—The Sentence—Sokolovski.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_246'>246</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter VI.<br /> Exile—A Chief Constable—The Volga—Perm.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_265'>265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter VII.<br /> Vyatka—The Office and Dinner-table of His Excellency—Tufáyev.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_283'>283</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter VIII.<br /> Officials—Siberian Governors—A Bird of Prey—A Gentle Judge—An Inspector Roasted—The Tatar—A Boy of the Female Sex—The Potato Revolt—Russian Justice.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_307'>307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span>Chapter IX.<br /> Alexander Vitberg.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_342'>342</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter X.<br /> The Crown Prince at Vyatka—The Fall of Tufáyev—Transferred to Vladímir—The Inspector’s Enquiry.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_360'>360</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c011'>Chapter XI.<br /> The Beginning of my Life at Vladímir.</td> - <td class='c012'><a href='#Page_374'>374</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span> - <h2 class='c010'>INTRODUCTION</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>I</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_6_0_7 c015'>ALEXANDER HERZEN was born in Moscow on -March 25,<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c016'><sup>[1]</sup></a> 1812, six months before Napoleon -arrived at the gates of the city with what was left -of his Grand Army. He died in Paris on January 9, 1870. -Down to his thirty-fifth year he lived in Russia, often in -places selected for his residence by the Government; he -left Russia, never to return, on January 10, 1847.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </span>The dates given here are those of the Russian calendar.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>He was the elder son of Iván Yákovlev, a Russian noble, -and Luise Haag, a German girl from Stuttgart. It was a -runaway match; and as the Lutheran marriage ceremony -was not supplemented in Russia, the child was illegitimate. -“Herzen” was a name invented for him by his parents. -Surnames, however, are little used in Russian society; -and the boy would generally be called, from his own -Christian name and his father’s, Alexander Ivánovich. -His parents lived together in Moscow, and he lived with -them and was brought up much like other sons of rich -nobles. It was quite in Herzen’s power to lead a life of -selfish ease and luxury; but he early chose a different path -and followed it to the end. Yet this consistent champion -of the poor and humble was himself a typical aristocrat-generous, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>indeed, and stoical in misfortune, but bold to -rashness and proud as Lucifer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The story of his early life is told fully in these pages—his -solitary boyhood and romantic friendship with his -cousin, Nikolai Ogaryóv; his keen enjoyment of College -life, and the beginning of his long warfare with the police -of that other aristocrat, Nicholas, Tsar of all the Russias, -who was just as much in earnest as Herzen but kept a -different object in view.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Charged with socialistic propaganda, Herzen spent nine -months of 1834-1835 in a Moscow prison and was then -sent, by way of punishment, to Vyatka. The exiles were -often men of exceptional ability, and the Government -made use of their talents. So Herzen was employed for -three years in compiling statistics and organizing an exhibition -at Vyatka. He was then allowed to move to Vladímir, -near Moscow, where he edited the official gazette; -and here, on May 9, 1838, he married his cousin, Natálya -Zakhárin, a natural daughter of one of his uncles. Receiving -permission in 1839 to live, under supervision of the -police, where he pleased, he spent some time in Moscow -and Petersburg, but he was again arrested on a charge of -disaffection and sent off this time to Novgorod, where he -served in the Government offices for nearly three years. -In 1842 he was allowed to retire from his duties and to -settle with his wife and family in Moscow. In 1846 his -father’s death made him a rich man.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For twelve years past, Herzen, when he was not in -prison, had lived the life of a ticket-of-leave man. He was -naturally anxious to get away from Russia; but a passport -was indispensable, and the Government would not give -him a passport. At last the difficulties were overcome; and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span>in the beginning of 1847 Herzen, with his wife and children -and widowed mother, left Russia for ever.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Twenty-three years, almost to a day, remained for him -to live. The first part of that time was spent in France, -Italy, and Switzerland; but the suburbs of London, Putney -and Primrose Hill, were his most permanent place of -residence. He was safe there from the Russian police; -but he did not like London. He spoke English very badly;<a id='r2' /><a href='#f2' class='c016'><sup>[2]</sup></a> -he made few acquaintances there; and he writes with -some asperity of the people and their habits.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f2'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. </span>Herzen is mentioned in letters of Mrs. Carlyle. She notes (1) that -his English was unintelligible; and (2) that of all the exiles who came -to Cheyne Walk he was the only one who had money.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>His own family party was soon broken up by death. -In November, 1851, his mother and his little son, Nikolai -(still called Kólya) were drowned in an accident to the -boat which was bringing them from Marseilles to Nice, -where Herzen and his wife were expecting them. The -shock proved fatal to his wife: she died at Nice in the -spring of 1852. The three surviving children were not of -an age to be companions to him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For many years after the <i>coup d’état</i> of Louis Napoleon, -Herzen, who owned a house in Paris, was forbidden to -live in France. He settled in London and was joined there -by Ogaryóv, the friend of his childhood. Together they -started a printing press, in order to produce the kind of -literature which Nicholas and his police were trying to -stamp out in Russia. In 1857, after the death of the great -Autocrat, they began to issue a fortnightly paper, called -Kólokol (<i>The Bell</i>); and this <i>Bell</i>, probably inaudible in -London, made an astonishing noise in Russia. Its circulation -and influence there were unexampled: it is said that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiv'>xiv</span>the new Tsar, Alexander, was one of its regular readers. -Alexander and Herzen had met long before, at Vyatka. -February 19, 1861, when Alexander published the edict -abolishing slavery throughout his dominions, must have -been one of the brightest days in Herzen’s life. There was -little brightness in the nine years that remained. When -Poland revolted in 1863, he lost his subscribers and his -popularity by his courageous refusal to echo the prevailing -feeling of his countrymen; and he gave men inferior to -himself, such as Ogaryóv and Bakúnin, too much influence -over his journal.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was on a visit to Paris, when he died rather suddenly -of inflammation of the lungs on January 9, 1870. At Nice -there is a statue of Herzen on the grave where he and his -wife are buried.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>II</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The collected Russian edition of Herzen’s works—no -edition was permitted by the censorship till 1905—extends -to seven thick volumes. These are: one volume of -fiction; one of letters addressed to his future wife; two -of memoirs; and three of what may be called political -journalism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>About 1842 he began to publish articles on scientific -and social subjects in magazines whose precarious activity -was constantly interrupted or arrested by the censorship. -His chief novel, <i>Who Was To Blame?</i> was written in 1846. -From the time when he left Russia he was constantly -writing on European politics and the shifting fortunes of -the cause which he had at heart. When he was publishing -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xv'>xv</span>his Russian newspapers in London, first <i>The Pole-Star</i> -and then <i>The Bell</i>, he wrote most of the matter himself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To readers who are not countrymen or contemporaries -of Herzen’s, the <i>Memoirs</i> are certainly the most interesting -part of his production. They paint for us an astonishing -picture of Russian life under the grim rule of Nicholas, -the life of the rich man in Moscow, and the life of the -exile near the Ural Mountains; and they are crowded with -figures and incidents which would be incredible if one -were not convinced of the narrator’s veracity. Herzen is -a supreme master of that superb instrument, the Russian -language. With a force of intellect entirely out of Boswell’s -reach, he has Boswell’s power of dramatic presentation: -his characters, from the Tsar himself to the humblest -old woman, live and move before you on the printed page. -His satire is as keen as Heine’s, and he is much more in -earnest. Nor has any writer more power to wring the heart -by pictures of human suffering and endurance. The -<i>Memoirs</i> have, indeed, one fault—that they are too discursive, -and that successive episodes are not always clearly -connected or well proportioned. But this is mainly due to -the circumstances in which they were produced. Different -parts were written at considerable intervals and published -separately. The narrative is much more continuous in the -earlier parts: indeed, Part V is merely a collection of -fragments. But Herzen’s <i>Memoirs</i> are among the noblest -monuments of Russian literature.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>III</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The <i>Memoirs</i>, called by Herzen himself <i>Past and -Thoughts</i>, are divided into five Parts. This translation, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xvi'>xvi</span>made six years ago from the Petersburg edition of 1913, -contains Parts I and II. These were written in London in -1852-1853, and printed in London, at 36 Regent’s Square, -in the Russian journal called <i>The Pole-Star</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Part I has not, I believe, been translated into English -before. A translation of Part II was published in London -during the Crimean war;<a id='r3' /><a href='#f3' class='c016'><sup>[3]</sup></a> but this was evidently taken -from a German version by someone whose knowledge of -German was inadequate. The German translation of the -<i>Memoirs</i> by Dr. Buek<a id='r4' /><a href='#f4' class='c016'><sup>[4]</sup></a> seems to me very good; but it is -defective: whole chapters of the original are omitted without -warning.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f3'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. </span><i>My Exile in Siberia</i>, by Alexander Herzen. (Hurst -and Blackett, London, 1855). Herzen was not responsible for the -misleading title, which caused him some annoyance.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f4'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. </span><i>Erinnerungen von Alexander Herzen</i>, by Dr. Otto -Buek (Berlin, 1907).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>To make the narrative easier to follow, I have divided -it up into numbered sections, which Herzen himself did -not use. I have added a few footnotes.</p> -<p class='c019'>June 5, 1923.</p> -<div class='c020'><span class='sc'>J. D. Duff.</span></div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='large'>PART I</span></div> - <div class='c000'><span class='large'>NURSERY AND UNIVERSITY</span></div> - <div class='c000'><span class='large'>(1812-1834)</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER I</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>My Nurse and the <i>Grande Armée</i>—Moscow in Flames—My -Father and Napoleon—General Ilovaiski—A Journey with -French Prisoners—Patriotism—Calot—Property Managed in -Common—The Division—The Senator.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>“OH, please, Nurse, tell me again how the French -came to Moscow!” This was a constant petition -of mine, as I stretched myself out in my crib -with the cloth border to prevent my falling out, and -nestled down under the warm quilt.</p> - -<p class='c017'>My old nurse, Vyéra Artamónovna, was just as eager -to repeat her favourite story as I was to hear it; but her -regular reply was: “You’ve heard that old story ever so -often before, and besides it’s time for you to go to sleep; -you had better rise earlier to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c017'>“Oh, but please tell me just a little—how you heard -the news, and how it all began.”</p> - -<p class='c017'>“Well, it began this way. You know how your papa -puts off always. The packing went on and on till at -last it was done. Everyone said it was high time to be -off; there was nothing to keep us and hardly a soul left in -Moscow. But no! He was always discussing with your -<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>uncle Paul<a id='r5' /><a href='#f5' class='c016'><sup>[5]</sup></a> about travelling together, and they were -never both ready on the same day. But at last our things -were packed, the carriage was ready, and the travellers -had just sat down to lunch, when the head cook came -into the dining-room as white as a sheet and reported -that the enemy had entered the city at the Dragomirovsky -Gate. Our hearts went down into our boots, and we -prayed that the power of the Cross might be on our side. -All was confusion, and, while we were bustling to and fro -and crying out, suddenly we saw a regiment of dragoons -galloping down the street; they wore strange helmets -with horses’ tails tied on behind. They had closed all -the city gates; so there was your papa in a pretty mess, -and you with him! You were still with your foster-mother, -Darya; you were very small and weak then.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f5'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. </span>Paul Ivanovitch Golochvastov, who had married my father’s -youngest sister.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>And I smiled, with pride and pleasure at the thought -that I had taken a part in the Great War.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“At first, all went reasonably well, during the first days -at least. From time to time two or three soldiers would -come into the house and ask for something to drink; of -course we gave them a glass apiece, and then they would -go away and salute quite politely as well. But then, you -see, when the fires began and got worse and worse, there -was terrible disorder, and pillage began and every sort -of horror. We were living in a wing of the Princess’s -house, and the house caught fire. Then your uncle Paul -invited us to move to his house, which was built of stone -and very strong and stood far back in a court-yard. So -we all set off, masters and servants together—there was -no thought of distinctions at such a time. When we got -<span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>into the boulevard, the trees on each side were beginning -to burn. At last we reached your uncle’s house, and it -was actually blazing, with the fire spouting out of every -window. Your uncle could not believe his eyes; he stood -rooted to the ground.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Behind the house, as you know, there is a big garden, -and we went there, hoping to be safe. We sat down sadly -enough on some benches there were there, when suddenly -a band of drunken soldiers came in and one of them -began to strip your uncle of a fur coat he had put on for -the journey. But the old gentleman resisted, and the -soldier pulled out his dirk and struck him in the face; -and your uncle kept the scar to his dying day. The other -soldiers set upon us, and one of them snatched you from -the arms of your foster-mother, and undid your clothes, -to see if there were any notes or jewels hidden there; -when he found nothing, the mean fellow tore the clothes -on purpose and then left you alone.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“As soon as they had gone, a great misfortune happened. -You remember our servant Platon, who was sent -to serve in the Army? He was always fond of the bottle -and had had too much to drink that day. He had got hold -of a sword and was walking about with it tied round his -waist. The day before the enemy came, Count Rostopchín -distributed arms of all kinds to the people at the -Arsenal, and Platon had provided himself with a sword. -Towards evening, a dragoon rode into the court-yard and -tried to take a horse that was standing near the stable; -but Platon flew at him, caught hold of the bridle, and -said: ‘The horse is ours; you shan’t have it.’ The dragoon -pointed a pistol at him, but it can’t have been loaded. -Your father saw what was happening and called out: -<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>‘Leave that horse alone, Platon! Don’t you interfere.’ -But it was no good: Platon pulled out his sword and -struck the soldier over the head; the man reeled under -the blow, and Platon struck him again and again. We -thought we were doomed now; for, if his comrades saw -him, they would soon kill us. When the dragoon fell off, -Platon caught hold of his legs and threw him into a lime-pit, -though the poor wretch was still breathing; the man’s -horse never moved but beat the ground with its hoof, as -if it understood; our people shut it up in the stable, and -it must have been burnt to death there.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We all cleared out of the court as soon as we could; -the fires everywhere grew worse and worse. Tired and -hungry, we went into a house that had not caught fire, -and threw ourselves down to rest; but, before an hour -had passed, our servants in the street were calling out: -‘Come out! come out! Fire, fire!’ I took a piece of oil-cloth -off the billiard table, to wrap you up from the night -air. We got as far as the Tversky Square, and the Frenchmen -were putting out the fires there, because one of their -great generals was living in the Governor’s house in the -square; we sat down as we were on the street; there were -sentries moving all about and other soldiers on horseback. -You were crying terribly; your foster-mother had no more -milk, and none of us had even a piece of bread. But -Natálya Konstantínovna was with us then, and she was -afraid of nothing. She saw some soldiers eating in a -corner; she took you in her arms and went straight off, -and showed you to them. ‘The baby wants <i>manger</i>,’ she -said. At first they looked angrily at her and said, ‘<i>Allez, -allez!</i>’ Then she called them every bad name she could -think of; and they did not understand a word, but they -<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>laughed heartily and gave her some bread soaked in water -for you and a crust for herself. Early next morning an -officer came and collected all the men, and your father -too, and took them off to put out the fires round about; -he left the women only, and your uncle who had been -wounded. We stayed there alone till evening; we just sat -there and cried. But at dark your father came back, and -an officer with him.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But allow me to take the place of my old nurse and to -continue her story.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my father had finished his duties as a fireman, -he met a squadron of Italian cavalry near the Monastery -of the Passion. He went up to the officer in command, -spoke to him in Italian, and explained the plight of his -family. When the Italian heard his native language—<i>la -sua dolce favella</i>—he promised to speak to the Duc de -Trévise,<a id='r6' /><a href='#f6' class='c016'><sup>[6]</sup></a> and to post a sentinel at once, in order to prevent -a repetition of the wild scenes which had taken place -in my uncle’s garden. He gave orders to this effect to an -officer, and sent him off with my father. When he heard -that none of the party had eaten any food for two days, -the officer took us all off to a grocer’s shop; it had been -wrecked and the floor was covered with choice tea and -coffee, and heaps of dates, raisins, and almonds; our -servants filled their pockets, and of dessert at least we -had abundance. The sentinel proved to be of no little -service: again and again, bands of soldiers were inclined -to give trouble to the wretched party of women and servants, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>camping in a corner of the square; but an order -from our protector made them pass on at once.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f6'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r6'>6</a>. </span>Mortier (1768-1835), one of Napoleon’s marshals, bore -this title.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Mortier, who remembered having met my father in -Paris, reported the facts to Napoleon, and Napoleon -ordered him to be presented the next day. And so my -father, a great stickler for propriety and the rules of -etiquette, presented himself, at the Emperor’s summons, -in the throne-room of the Kremlin, wearing an old blue -shooting-jacket with brass buttons, no wig, boots which -had not been cleaned for several days, grimy linen, and -a beard of two days’ growth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their conversation—how often I heard it repeated!—is -reproduced accurately enough in the French history -of Baron Fain and the Russian history of Danilevski.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Napoleon began with those customary phrases, abrupt -remarks, and laconic aphorisms to which it was the custom -for thirty-five years to attribute some profound significance, -until it was discovered that they generally -meant very little. He then abused Rostopchín for the fires, -and said it was mere vandalism; he declared, as always, -that he loved peace above all things and that he was fighting -England, not Russia; he claimed credit for having -placed a guard over the Foundling Hospital and the Uspenski -Cathedral; and he complained of the Emperor -Alexander. “My desire for peace is kept from His Majesty -by the people round him,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father remarked that it was rather the business of -the conqueror to make proposals of peace.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have done my best. I have sent messages to -Kutúzov,<a id='r7' /><a href='#f7' class='c016'><sup>[7]</sup></a> but he will hear of no discussions whatever -and does not acquaint his master with my proposals. I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>am not to blame—if they want war they shall have it!”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f7'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r7'>7</a>. </span>The Russian commander-in-chief.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When this play-acting was done, my father asked for -a safe-conduct to leave Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have ordered that no passes be given. Why do you -want to go? What are you afraid of? I have ordered the -markets to be opened.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Apparently the Emperor did not realise that, though -open markets are a convenience, so is a shut house, and -that to live in the open street among French soldiers was -not an attractive prospect for a Russian gentleman and -his family.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my father pointed this out, Napoleon thought -for a little and then asked abruptly:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Will you undertake to hand to the Tsar a letter from -me? On that condition, I will order a pass to be made out -for you and all your family.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I would accept Your Majesty’s proposal,” said my -father, “but it is difficult for me to guarantee success.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Will you give me your word of honour, that you will -use all possible means to deliver my letter with your own -hands?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I pledge you my honour, Sir.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That is enough. I shall send for you. Is there anything -you need?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Nothing, except a roof to shelter my family till we -leave.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The Duc de Trévise will do what he can.” Mortier -did in fact provide a room in the Governor’s palace, and -ordered that we should be supplied with provisions; and -his <i>maître d’hôtel</i> sent us wine as well. After several days -Mortier summoned my father at four in the morning, and -sent him off to the Kremlin.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>By this time the conflagration had spread to a frightful -extent; the atmosphere, heated red-hot and darkened by -smoke, was intolerable. Napoleon was dressed already -and walking about the room, angry and uneasy; he was -beginning to realise that his withered laurels would soon -be frozen, and that a jest would not serve, as it had in -Egypt, to get him out of this embarrassment. His plan -of campaign was ill-conceived, and all except Napoleon -knew it—Ney, Narbonne, Berthier, and even officers of -no mark or position; to all criticisms his reply was the -magic word “Moscow”; and, when he reached Moscow, -he too discovered the truth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my father entered the room, Napoleon took a -sealed letter from a table, gave it to him, and said by -way of dismissal, “I rely upon your word of honour.” -The address on the envelope ran thus: <i>À mon frère -l’empereur Alexandre</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The safe-conduct given to my father is preserved to -this day; it is signed by the Duc de Trévise and counter-signed -below by Lesseps, chief of police at Moscow. Some -strangers, hearing of our good fortune, begged my father -to take them with him, under the pretext that they were -servants or relations; and they joined our party. An open -carriage was provided for my mother and nurse, and for -my wounded uncle; the rest walked. A party of cavalry -escorted us; when the rear of the Russian Army came in -sight, they wished us good fortune and galloped back -again to Moscow. The strange party of refugees was -surrounded a moment later by Cossacks, who took us to -head-quarters. The generals in command were Wintzengerode -and Ilovaiski.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the former was told of the letter, he told my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>father that he would send him at once, with two dragoons, -to see the Tsar at Petersburg.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What is to become of your party?” asked the Cossack -general, Ilovaiski; “They can’t possibly stay here, within -rifle-shot of the troops; there may be some hot fighting -any day.” My father asked that we might be sent, if -possible, to his Yaroslavl estate; and he added that he -was absolutely penniless at the time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That does not matter: we can settle accounts later,” -said the General; “and don’t be uneasy: I give you my -promise that they shall be sent.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>While my father was sent off to Petersburg on a -courier’s cart, Ilovaiski procured an old rattle-trap of a -carriage for us, and sent us and a party of French prisoners -to the next town, under an escort of Cossacks; he -provided us with money for posting as far as Yaroslavl, -and, in general, did all that he could for us in a time of -war and confusion.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was my first long journey in Russia; my second -was not attended by either French cavalry or Ural Cossacks -or prisoners of war; the whole party consisted of -myself and a drunk police-officer sitting beside me in the -carriage.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My father was taken straight to Arakchéyev’s<a id='r8' /><a href='#f8' class='c016'><sup>[8]</sup></a> house -and detained there. When the Minister asked for the -letter, my father said that he had given his word of -honour to deliver it in person. The Minister then promised -to consult the Tsar, and informed him next day in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>writing, that he himself was commissioned by the Tsar -to receive the letter and present it at once. For the letter -he gave a receipt, which also has been preserved. For -about a month my father was under arrest in Arakchéyev’s -house; no friend might see him, and his only visitor -was S. Shishkóv, whom the Tsar sent to ask for details -about the burning of Moscow, the entry of the French, -and the interview with Napoleon. No eye-witness of these -events had reached Petersburg except my father. At last -he was told that the Tsar ordered him to be set at liberty; -he was excused, on the ground of necessity, for having -accepted a safe-conduct from the French authorities; but -he was ordered to leave Petersburg at once, without -having communication with anyone, except that he was -allowed to say good-bye to his elder brother.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f8'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r8'>8</a>. </span>This minister was the real ruler of Russia till the death -of Alexander in 1825.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When he reached at nightfall the little village where -we were, my father found us in a peasant’s cottage; -there was no manor-house on that estate. I was sleeping -on a settle near the window; the window would not shut -tight, and the snow, drifting through the crack, had -covered part of a stool, and lay, without melting, on the -window-sill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All were in great distress and confusion, and especially -my mother. One morning, some days before my father -arrived, the head man of the village came hurriedly into -the cottage where she was living, and made signs to her -that she was to follow him. My mother could not speak -a word of Russian at that time; she could only make out -that the man was speaking of my uncle Paul; she did -not know what to think; it came into her head that the -people had murdered him or wished to murder first him -and then her. She took me in her arms and followed the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>head man, more dead than alive, and shaking all over. -She entered the cottage occupied by my uncle; he was -actually dead, and his body lay near a table at which he -had begun to shave; a stroke of paralysis had killed him -instantly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My mother was only seventeen then, and her feelings -may be imagined. She was surrounded by half-savage -bearded men, dressed in sheepskins and speaking a language -to her utterly incomprehensible; she was living in -a small, smoke-grimed peasant’s cottage; and it was the -month of November in the terrible winter of 1812. My -uncle had been her one support, and she spent days and -nights in tears for his loss. But those “savages” pitied -her with all their heart; their simple kindness never -failed her, and their head man sent his son again and -again to the town, to fetch raisins and gingerbread, apples -and biscuits, to tempt her to eat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fifteen years later, this man was still living and sometimes -paid us a visit at Moscow. The little hair he had -left was then white as snow. My mother used to give him -tea and talk over that winter of 1812; she reminded -him how frightened she was of him, and how the pair of -them, entirely unintelligible to one another, made the -arrangements about my uncle’s funeral. The old man -continued to call my mother Yulíza Ivánovna (her name -was Luise); and he always boasted that I was quite -willing to go to him and not in the least afraid of his -long beard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We travelled by stages to Tver and finally to Moscow, -which we reached after about a year. At the same time, -a brother of my father’s returned from Sweden and -settled down in the same house with us. Formerly ambassador -<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>in Westphalia, he had been sent on some mission -to the court of Bernadotte.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I still remember dimly the traces of the great fire, -which were visible even in the early twenties—big houses -with the roof gone and window-frames burnt out, heaps -of fallen masonry, empty spaces fenced off from the -street, remnants of stoves and chimneys sticking up out -of them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Stories of the Great Fire, the battle of Borodino, the -crossing of the Berezina, and the taking of Paris—these -took the place of cradle-song and fairy-tale to me, they -were my Iliad and Odyssey. My mother and our servants, -my father and my old nurse, were never tired of going -back to that terrible time, which was still so recent and -had been brought home to them so painfully. Later, our -officers began to return from foreign service to Moscow. -Men who had served in former days with my father in -the Guards and had taken a glorious part in the fierce -contest of the immediate past, were often at our house; -and to them it was a relief from their toils and dangers -to tell them over again. That was indeed the most brilliant -epoch in the history of Petersburg: the consciousness -of power breathed new life into Russia; business -and care were, so to speak, put off till the sober morrow, -and all the world was determined to make merry to-day -and celebrate the victory.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At this time I heard even more than my old nurse could -tell me about the war. I liked especially to listen to the -stories of Count Milorádovitch;<a id='r9' /><a href='#f9' class='c016'><sup>[9]</sup></a> I often lay at his back -<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>on the long sofa, while he described and acted scenes of -the campaign, and his lively narrative and loud laugh -were very attractive to me. More than once I fell asleep -in that position.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f9'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r9'>9</a>. </span>Michael Milorádovitch (1770-1825), a famous commander who -lost his life in suppressing the Decembrist revolution, December, -1825.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>These surroundings naturally developed my patriotic -feeling to an extreme degree, and I was resolved to enter -the Army. But an exclusive feeling of nationality is never -productive of good, and it landed me in the following -scrape. One of our guests was Count Quinsonet, a French -<i>émigré</i> and a general in the Russian army. An out-and-out -royalist, he had been present at the famous dinner -where the King’s Body-Guards trampled on the national -cockade and Marie Antoinette drank confusion to the -Revolution.<a id='r10' /><a href='#f10' class='c016'><sup>[10]</sup></a> He was now a grey-haired old man, tall and -slight, a perfect gentleman and the pink of politeness. A -peerage was awaiting him at Paris; he had been there -already to congratulate Louis XVIII on his accession, -and had returned to Russia to sell his estates. As ill luck -would have it, I was present when this politest of generals -in the Russian service began to speak about the war.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f10'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r10'>10</a>. </span>This dinner took place at Versailles, on October 1, 1789.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“But you, surely, were fighting against us,” I said very -innocently.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>Non, mon petit, non! J’étais dans l’armée russe.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What!” said I, “you a Frenchman and fighting on our -side! That’s impossible.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father gave me a reproving look and tried to talk -of something else. But the Frenchman saved the situation -nobly: he turned to my father and said, “I like to -see such patriotic feeling.” But my father did not like to -see it, and scolded me severely when our guest had gone. -“You see what comes of rushing into things which you -<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>don’t and can’t understand: the Count served <i>our</i> Emperor -out of loyalty to <i>his own</i> sovereign.” That was, as -my father said, beyond my powers of comprehension.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My father had lived twelve years abroad, and his brother -still longer; and they tried to organise their household, -to some extent, on a foreign plan; yet it was to retain -all the conveniences of Russian life and not to cost much. -This plan was not realised; perhaps their measures were -unskilful, or perhaps the old traditions of Russian country -life were too strong for habits acquired abroad. They -shared their land in common and managed it jointly, and -a swarm of servants inhabited the ground floor of their -house in town; in fact, all the elements of disorder were -present.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was under the charge of two nurses, one Russian and -the other German. Vyéra Artamónovna and Mme. Provo -were two very good-natured women, but I got weary of -watching them all day, as they knitted stockings and -wrangled together. So, whenever I could, I escaped to the -part of the house occupied by the Senator—my uncle, the -former ambassador, was now a Senator<a id='r11' /><a href='#f11' class='c016'><sup>[11]</sup></a> and was generally -called by this title—and there I found my only -friend, my uncle’s valet, Calot.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f11'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r11'>11</a>. </span>The Senate was not a deliberative body but a Supreme -Court of Justice.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I have seldom met so kind and gentle a creature as -this man. Utterly solitary in Russia, separated from all -his own belongings, and hardly able to speak our language, -he had a woman’s tenderness for me. I spent whole -hours in his room, and, though I was often mischievous -<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>and troublesome, he bore it all with a good-natured smile. -He cut out all kinds of marvels for me in cardboard, and -carved me many toys of wood; and how I loved him in -return! In the evenings he used to take picture-books -from the library and bring them up to my nursery—<i>The -Travels</i> of Gmelin and Pallas, and another thick book -called <i>The World in Pictures</i>, which I liked so much and -looked at so long, that the leather binding got worn out: -for two hours together Calot would show me the same -pictures and repeat the same explanations for the thousandth -time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Before my birthday party, Calot shut himself up in -his room, and I could hear mysterious sounds of a hammer -and other tools issuing from it. He often walked -quickly through the passage, carrying a glue-pot or something -wrapped up in paper, but each time he left his -room locked. I knew he was preparing some surprise for -me, and my curiosity may be imagined. I sent the servants’ -children to act as spies, but Calot was not to be -caught napping. We even managed to make a small hole -in the staircase, through which we could look down into -the room; but we could see nothing but the top of the -window and the portrait of Frederick the Great, with -his long nose and a large star on his breast, looking -like a sick vulture. At last the noises stopped, and the -room was unlocked—but it looked just as before, except -for snippings of gilt and coloured paper on the floor. I -was devoured by curiosity; but Calot wore a pretence of -solemnity on his features and never touched the ticklish -subject.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was still suffering agonies of impatience when the -great day arrived. I awoke at six, to wonder what Calot -<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>had in store for me; at eight Calot himself appeared, -wearing a white tie and white waistcoat under his blue -livery, but his hands were empty! I wondered how it -would all end, and whether he had spoilt what he was -making. The day went on, and the usual presents were -forthcoming: my aunt’s footman had brought me an expensive -toy wrapped up in a napkin, and my uncle, the -Senator, had been generous also, but I was too restless, in -expectation of the surprise, to enjoy my happiness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then, when I was not thinking of it, after dinner or -perhaps after tea, my nurse said to me: “Go downstairs -for a moment, there is someone there asking for you.” -“At last!” I thought, and down the bannisters I slid on -my arms. The drawing-room door flew open; I heard -music and saw a transparency representing my initials; -then some little boys, disguised as Turks, offered me -sweets; and this was followed by a puppet-show and -parlour fireworks. Calot was very hot and very busy; he -kept everything going and was quite as excited as I was -myself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No presents could rank with this entertainment. I -never cared much for <i>things</i>; the bump of acquisitiveness -was never, at any age, highly developed in me. The satisfaction -of my curiosity, the abundance of candles, the -silver paper, the smell of gunpowder—nothing was wanting -but a companion of my own age. But I spent all my -childhood in solitude and consequently was not exacting -on that score.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My father had another brother, the oldest of the three; -but he was not even on speaking terms with his two -<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>juniors. In spite of this, they all took a share in the management -of the family property, which really meant that -they combined to ruin it. This triple management by -owners at variance with one another was the height of -absurdity. Two of them were always thwarting their -senior’s plans, and he did the same for them. The head -men of the villages and the serfs were utterly bamboozled: -one landlord required carts to convey his household, the -second demanded hay, and the third, fire-wood; each of -the three issued orders, and sent his man of business to -see that they were carried out. If the eldest brother appointed -a bailiff, the other two dismissed the man in a -month on some absurd pretext, and appointed another, -who was promptly disowned by their senior. As a natural -result, there were spies and favourites, to carry slanders -and false reports, while, at the bottom of this system, the -wretched serfs, finding neither justice nor protection and -harassed by a diversity of masters, were worked twice -as hard and found it impossible to satisfy such unreasonable -demands.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As a consequence of this quarrel between brothers, they -lost a great lawsuit in which the law was on their side. -Though their interests were identical, they could never -settle on a common course of procedure, and their opponents -naturally took advantage of this state of affairs. -They lost a large and valuable property in this way; and -the Court also condemned each brother to pay damages -to the amount of 30,000 <i>roubles</i>. This lesson opened their -eyes for the first time, and they determined to divide the -family estates between them. Preliminary discussions -went on for nearly a year; the land was divided into three -fairly even parts, and chance was to decide to whom each -<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>should fall. My father and the Senator paid a visit to -their brother, whom they had not seen for several years, -in order to talk things over and be reconciled; and then -it was noised abroad that he would return the visit and -the business would be finally settled on that occasion. The -report of this visit spread uneasiness and dismay throughout -our household.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My uncle was one of those monsters of eccentricity -which only Russia and the conditions of Russian society -can produce. A man of good natural parts, he spent his -whole life in committing follies which often rose to the -dignity of crimes. Though he was well educated after the -French fashion and had read much, his time was spent -in profligacy or mere idleness, and this went on till his -death. In youth he served, like his brothers, in the Guards -and was <i>aide-de-camp</i> in some capacity to Potemkin;<a id='r12' /><a href='#f12' class='c016'><sup>[12]</sup></a> -next, he served on a diplomatic mission, and, on his return -to Petersburg, was appointed to a post in the Ecclesiastical -Court. But no association either with diplomatists -or priests could tame that wild character. He was dismissed -from his post, for quarrelling with the Bishops; -and he was forbidden to reside in Petersburg, because -he gave, or tried to give, a box on the ear to a guest at -an official dinner given by the Governor of the city. He -retired to his estate at Tambóv; and there he was nearly -murdered by his serfs for interference with their daughters -and for acts of cruelty; he owed his life to his coachman -and the speed of his horses.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f12'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r12'>12</a>. </span>Grigóri Potemkin (pronounce Pat-yóm-kin), b. 1736, d. -1791; minister and favourite of the Empress Catherine.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>After this experience he settled in Moscow. Disowned -by his relations and by people in general, he lived quite -alone in a large house on the Tver Boulevard, bullying -his servants in town and ruining his serfs in the country. -He collected a large library and a whole harem of country -girls, and kept both these departments under lock and -key. Totally unoccupied and inordinately vain, he sought -distraction in collecting things for which he had no use, -and in litigation, which proved even more expensive. He -carried on his lawsuits with passionate eagerness. One -of these suits was about an Amati fiddle; it lasted thirty -years, and he won it in the end. He won another case -for the possession of a party-wall between two houses: -it cost him extraordinary exertions, and he gained nothing -by owning the wall. After his retirement, he used to follow -in the Gazette the promotions of his contemporaries in -the public service; and, whenever one of them received -an Order, he bought the star and placed it on his table, -as a painful reminder of the distinctions he might have -gained.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His brothers and sisters feared him and had no intercourse -with him of any kind; our servants would not walk -past his house, for fear of meeting him, and turned pale -at the sight of him; the women dreaded his insolent persecution, -and the domestic servants had prayer offered in -church that they might never serve him.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Such was the alarming character of our expected visitor. -From early morning all the inmates of our house -were keenly excited. I had never seen the black sheep -myself, though I was born in his house, which was occupied -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>by my father on his return from foreign parts; I -was very anxious to see him, and I was also afraid, though -I don’t know what I was afraid of.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Other visitors came before him—my father’s oldest -nephew, two intimate friends, and a lawyer, a stout good-natured -man who perspired freely. For two hours they -all sat in silent expectation, till at last the butler came in, -and, with a voice that seemed somehow unnatural, announced -the arrival of our kinsman. “Bring him in,” said -the Senator, in obvious agitation; my father began to -take snuff, the nephew straightened his tie, and the lawyer -turned to one side and cleared his throat. I was told to -go upstairs, but I remained in the next room, shaking all -over.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The uncle advanced at a slow and dignified pace, and -my father and the Senator went to meet him. He was -carrying an <i>ikon</i><a id='r13' /><a href='#f13' class='c016'><sup>[13]</sup></a> with both arms stretched out before -him, in the way that <i>ikons</i> are carried at weddings and -funerals; he turned towards his brothers and in a nasal -drawl addressed them as follows:</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f13'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r13'>13</a>. </span>A sacred picture.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“This is the <i>ikon</i> with which our father blessed me on -his deathbed, and he then charged me and my late brother, -Peter, to take his place and care for you two. If our -father could know how you have behaved to your elder -brother....”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Come, <i>mon cher frère</i>,” said my father, in his voice -of studied indifference, “you have little to boast about -on that score yourself. These references to the past are -painful for you and for us, and we had better drop them.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What do you mean? Did you invite me here for this?” -shouted the pious brother, and he dashed the <i>ikon</i> down -<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>with such violence that the silver frame rang loudly on -the floor. Now the Senator began, and he shouted still -louder; but at this point I rushed upstairs, just waiting -long enough to see the nephew and the lawyer, as much -alarmed as I was, beating a retreat to the balcony.</p> - -<p class='c008'>What then took place, I cannot tell. The servants had -all hid for safety and could give no information; and -neither my father nor the Senator ever alluded to the -scene in my presence. The noise grew less by degrees, -and the division of the land was carried out, but whether -then or later, I do not know.</p> - -<p class='c008'>What fell to my father was Vasílevskoë, a large estate -near Moscow. We spent all the following summer there; -and during that time the Senator bought a house for himself -in the Arbat quarter of Moscow, so that, when we returned -alone to our big house, we found it empty and -dead. Soon after, my father also bought a new house in -Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the Senator left us, he took with him, in the first -place, my friend Calot, and, in the second place, all that -gave life in our establishment. He alone could check my -father’s tendency to morbid depression, which now had -room to develop and assert itself fully. Our new house -was not cheerful: it reminded one of a prison or hospital. -The ground-floor rooms were vaulted; the thick walls -made the windows look like the embrasures of a fortress; -and the house was surrounded on all sides by a uselessly -large court-yard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The real wonder was, not that the Senator left us, but -that he was able to stay so long under one roof with my -father. I have seldom seen two men more unlike in -character.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>My uncle was a kind-hearted man, who loved movement -and excitement. His whole life was spent in an -artificial world, a world of diplomats and lords-in-waiting, -and he never guessed that there is a different world which -comes nearer to the reality of things. And yet he was not -merely a spectator of all that happened between 1789 and -1815, but was personally involved in that mighty drama. -Count Vorontsov sent him to England, to learn from Lord -Grenville what “General Buonaparte” was up to, after he -left the army of Egypt. He was in Paris at the time of -Napoleon’s coronation. In 1811 Napoleon ordered him to -be detained and arrested at Cassel, where he was minister -at the court of King Jérôme<a id='r14' /><a href='#f14' class='c016'><sup>[14]</sup></a>—“Emperor Jérôme,” as -my father used to say when he was annoyed. In fact, he -witnessed each scene of that tremendous spectacle; but, -somehow, it seemed not to impress him in the right way.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f14'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r14'>14</a>. </span>Jérôme Bonaparte (1784-1860) was King of Westphalia from -1807 to 1813.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When captain in the Guards, he was sent on a mission -to London. Paul, who was then Tsar, noticed this when -he read the roster, and ordered that he should report himself -at once in Petersburg. The attaché sailed by the first -ship and appeared on parade.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you want to stay in London?” Paul asked in his -hoarse voice.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If Your Majesty is graciously pleased to allow it,” -answered the captain.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Go back at once!” the hoarse voice replied; and the -young officer sailed, without even seeing his family in -Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While he served as ambassador, diplomatic questions -<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>were settled by bayonets and cannon-balls; and his diplomatic -career came to an end at the Congress of Vienna, -that great field-day for all the diplomats of Europe. On -his return to Russia, he was created a lord-in-waiting at -Moscow—a capital which has no Court. Then he was -elected to the Senate, though he knew nothing of law or -Russian judicial procedure; he served on the Widows’ -and Orphans’ Board, and was a governor of hospitals and -other public institutions. All these duties he performed -with a zeal that was probably superfluous, a love of his -own way that was certainly harmful, and an integrity -that passed wholly unnoticed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was never to be found at home. He tired out a -team of four strong horses every morning, and another -in the afternoon. He never missed a meeting of the -Senate; twice a week he attended the Widows’ Board; -and there were also his hospitals and schools. Besides all -this, he was never absent from the theatre when a French -play was given, and he was driven to the English Club -on three days of every week. He had no time to be bored—always -busy with one of his many occupations, perpetually -on the way to some engagement, and his life rolled -along on easy springs in a world of files and official envelopes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To the age of seventy, he kept the health of youth. -He was always to be seen at every great ball or dinner; -he figured at speech-days and meetings of public bodies; -whatever their objects might be—agriculture or medicine, -fire insurance or natural science—it was all one to him; -and, besides all this (perhaps because of this), he kept -to old age some measure of humanity and warmth of -heart.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>It is impossible to conceive a greater contrast to all -this than my father. My uncle was perpetually active and -perpetually cheerful, an occasional visitor at his own -house. But my father hardly ever went out-of-doors, hated -all the world of official business, and was always hard to -please and out of humour. We had our eight horses too, -but our stable was a kind of hospital for cripples; my -father kept them partly for the sake of appearance, and -partly that the two coachmen and two postilions might -have some other occupation, as well as going to fetch -newspapers and arranging cock-fights, which last amusement -they carried on with much success in the space between -the coach-house and the neighbours’ yard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father did not remain long in the public service. -Brought up by a French tutor in the house of a pious -aunt, he entered the Guards as a serjeant at sixteen and -retired as a captain when Paul became Tsar. In 1801 -he went abroad and wandered about from one foreign -country to another till the end of 1811. He returned to -Russia with my mother three months before I was born; -the year after the burning of Moscow he spent in the -Government of Tver, and then settled down permanently -in Moscow, where he led by choice a solitary and monotonous -life. His brother’s lively temperament was distasteful -to him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After the Senator had left it, the whole house assumed -a more and more gloomy aspect. The walls, the furniture, -the servants—every thing and person had a furtive and -dissatisfied appearance; and of course my father himself -was more dissatisfied than anyone else. The artificial stillness, -the hushed voices and noiseless steps of the servants, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>were no sign of devotion, but of repression and fear. -Nothing was ever moved in the rooms: the same books -lay on the same tables, with the same markers in them, -for five or six years together. In my father’s bedroom -and study the furniture was never shifted and the windows -never opened, not once in a twelvemonth. When he -went to the country, he regularly took the key of his -rooms in his pocket, lest the servants should take it into -their heads to scour the floors or to clean the walls in -his absence.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER II</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>Gossip of Nurses and Conversation of Generals—A False Position—Boredom—The -Servants’ Hall—Two Germans—Lessons -and Reading—Catechism and the Gospel.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>UNTIL I was ten, I noticed nothing strange or -peculiar in my position.<a id='r15' /><a href='#f15' class='c016'><sup>[15]</sup></a> To me it seemed simple -and natural that I was living in my father’s -house, where I had to be quiet in the rooms inhabited by -him, though in my mother’s part of the house I could -shout and make a noise to my heart’s content. The Senator -gave me toys and spoilt me; Calot was my faithful -slave; Vyéra Artamónovna bathed me, dressed me, and -put me to bed; and Mme. Provo took me out for walks -and spoke German to me. All went on with perfect regularity; -and yet I began to feel puzzled.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f15'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r15'>15</a>. </span>Herzen’s parents were never married with the Russian -rites, and he bore throughout life a name which was not his father’s.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>My attention was caught by some casual remarks incautiously -dropped. Old Mme. Provo and the household -in general were devoted to my mother, but feared and -disliked my father. The disputes which sometimes took -place between my parents were often the subject of discussion -<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>between my nurses, and they always took my -mother’s side.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was true that my mother’s life was no bed of roses. -An exceedingly kind-hearted woman, but not strong-willed, -she was utterly crushed by my father; and, as -often happens with weak characters, she was apt to carry -on a desperate opposition in matters of no importance. -Unfortunately, in these trifles my father was almost -always in the right, and so he triumphed in the end.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Mme. Provo would start a conversation in this style: -“In her place, I declare I would be off at once and go -back to Germany. The dulness of the life is fit to kill -one; no enjoyment and nothing but grumbling and unpleasantness.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You’re quite right,” said Vyéra Artamónovna; “but -she’s tied hand and foot by someone”—and she would -point her knitting-needles at me. “She can’t take him -with her, and to leave him here alone in a house like ours -would be too much even for one not his mother.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Children in general find out more than people think. -They are easily put off, and forget for a time, but they -persist in returning to the subject, especially if it is mysterious -or alarming; and by their questions they get at -the truth with surprising perseverance and ingenuity.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Once my curiosity was aroused, I soon learned all the -details of my parents’ marriage—how my mother made -up her mind to elope, how she was concealed in the Russian -embassy at Cassel by my uncle’s connivance, and -then crossed the frontier disguised as a boy; and all this -I found out without asking a single question.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The first result of these discoveries was to lessen my -attachment to my father, owing to the disputes of which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>I have spoken already. I had witnessed them before, but -had taken them as a matter of course. The whole household, -not excluding the Senator, were afraid of my father, -and he spared no one his reproofs; and I was so accustomed -to this, that I saw nothing strange in these quarrels -with my mother. But now I began to take a different view -of the matter, and the thought that I was to some extent -responsible threw a dark shadow sometimes over my -childhood.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A second thought which took root in my mind at that -time was this—that I was much less dependent on my -father than most children are on their parents; and this -independence, though it existed only in my own imagination, -gave me pleasure.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Two or three years after this, two old brother-officers -of my father’s were at our house one evening—General -Essen, the Governor of Orenburg, and General Bakhmétyev, -who lost a leg at Borodino and was later Lieutenant-Governor -of Bessarabia. My room was next the drawing-room -where they were sitting. My father happened to -mention that he had been speaking to Prince Yusúpov -with regard to my future; he wished me to enter the -Civil Service. “There’s no time to lose,” he added; “as -you know, he must serve a long time before he gets any -decent post.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It is a strange notion of yours,” said Essen good-humouredly, -“to turn the boy into a clerk. Leave it to me; -let me enroll him in the Ural Cossacks; he will soon get -his commission, which is the main thing, and then he can -forge ahead like the rest of us.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>But my father would not agree: he said that everything -military was distasteful to him, that he hoped in time -to get me a diplomatic post in some warm climate, where -he would go himself to end his days.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Bakhmétyev had taken little part in the conversation; -but now he got up on his crutches and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“In my opinion, you ought to think twice before you -reject Essen’s advice. If you don’t fancy Orenburg, the -boy can enlist here just as well. You and I are old friends, -and I always speak my mind to you. You will do no good -to the young man himself and no service to the country -by sending him to the University and on to the Civil -Service. He is clearly in a false position, and nothing but -the Army can put that right and open up a career for -him from the first. Any dangerous notions will settle down -before he gets the command of a regiment. Discipline -works wonders, and his future will depend on himself. -You say that he’s clever; but you don’t suppose that all -officers in the Army are fools? Think of yourself and me -and our lot generally. There is only one possible objection—that -he may have to serve some time before he gets -his commission; but that’s the very point in which we -can help you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>This conversation was as valuable to me as the casual -remarks of my nurses. I was now thirteen; and these -lessons, which I turned over and over and pondered in my -heart for weeks and months in complete solitude, bore -their fruit. I had formerly dreamt, as boys always do, -of military service and fine uniforms, and had nearly -wept because my father wished to make a civilian of me; -but this conversation at once cooled my enthusiasm, and -by degrees—for it took time—I rooted out of my mind -<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>every atom of my passion for stripes and epaulettes and -aiguillettes. There was, it is true, one relapse, when a -cousin, who was at school in Moscow and sometimes came -to our house on holidays, got a commission in a cavalry -regiment. After joining his regiment, he paid a visit to -Moscow and stayed some days with us. My heart beat -fast, when I saw him in all his finery, carrying his sabre -and wearing the shako held at a becoming angle by the -chin-strap. He was sixteen but not tall for his age; and -next morning I put on his uniform, sabre, shako, and all, -and looked at myself in the glass. How magnificent I -seemed to myself, in the blue jacket with scarlet facings! -What a contrast between this gorgeous finery and the -plain cloth jacket and duck trousers which I wore at -home!</p> - -<p class='c008'>My cousin’s visit weakened for a time the effect of -what the generals had said; but, before long, circumstances -gave me a fresh and final distaste for a soldier’s -uniform.</p> - -<p class='c008'>By pondering over my “false position,” I was brought -to much the same conclusions as by the talk of the two -nurses. I felt less dependence on society (of which, however, -I knew nothing), and I believed that I must rely -mainly on my own efforts. I said to myself with childish -arrogance that General Bakhmétyev and his brother-officers -should hear of me some day.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In view of all this, it may be imagined what a weary -and monotonous existence I led in the strange monastic -seclusion of my home. There was no encouragement for -me, and no variety; my father, who showed no fondness -for me after I was ten, was almost always displeased -with me; I had no companions. My teachers came and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>went; I saw them to the door, and then stole off to play -with the servants’ children, which was strictly forbidden. -At other times I wandered about the large gloomy rooms, -where the windows were shut all day and the lights burnt -dim in the evening; I either did nothing or read any -books I could lay hands on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My only other occupation I found in the servants’ hall -and the maids’ room; they gave me real live pleasure. -There I found perfect freedom; I took a side in disputes; -together with my friends downstairs, I discussed their -doings and gave my advice; and though I knew all their -secrets, I never once betrayed them by a slip of the -tongue in the drawing-room.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>This is a subject on which I must dwell for a little. I -should say that I do not in general mean to avoid digressions -and disquisitions; every conversation is full of them, -and so is life itself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As a rule, children are attached to servants. Parents, -especially Russian parents, forbid this intimacy, but the -children do not obey orders, because they are bored in -the drawing-room and happy in the pantry. In this case, -as in a thousand others, parents don’t know what they -are doing. I find it impossible to imagine that our servants’ -hall was a worse place for children than our morning-room -or smoking-room. It is true that children pick -up coarse expressions and bad manners in the company -of servants; but in the drawing-room they learn coarse -ideas and bad feelings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The mere order to keep at a distance from people with -whom the children are in constant relations, is in itself -revolting.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>Much is said in Russia about the profound immorality -of servants, especially of serfs. It is true that they are -not distinguished by exemplary strictness of conduct. -Their low stage of moral development is proved by the -mere fact that they put up with so much and protest so -seldom. But that is not the question. I should like to know -what class in Russia is less depraved than the servant -class. Certainly not the nobles, nor the officials. The -clergy, perhaps?</p> - -<p class='c008'>What makes the reader laugh?</p> - -<p class='c008'>Possibly the peasants, but no others, might have some -claim to superiority.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The difference between the class of nobles and the -class of servants is not great. I hate, especially since the -calamities of the year 1848, democrats who flatter the -mob, but I hate still more aristocrats who slander the -people. By representing those who serve them as profligate -animals, slave-owners throw dust in the eyes of -others and stifle the protests of their own consciences. In -few cases are we better than the common people, but we -express our feelings with more consideration, and we are -cleverer at concealing selfish and evil passions; our desires -are not so coarse or so obvious, owing to the easiness -of satisfying them and the habitual absence of self-restraint; -we are merely richer, better fed, and therefore -more difficult to please. When Count Almaviva named to -the barber of Seville all the qualifications he required in -a servant, Figaro said with a sigh, “If a servant must -possess all these merits, it will be hard to find masters -who are fit for a servant’s place.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>In Russia in general, moral corruption is not deep. It -might truly enough be called savage, dirty, noisy, coarse, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>disorderly, shameless; but it is mainly on the surface. -The clergy, in the concealment of their houses, eat and -drink to excess with the merchant class. The nobles get -drunk in the light of day, gamble recklessly, strike their -men-servants and run after the maids, mismanage their -affairs, and fail even worse as husbands and fathers. The -official class are as bad in a dirtier way; they curry favour, -besides, with their superiors and they are all petty thieves. -The nobles do really steal less: they take openly what -does not belong to them, though without prejudice to -other methods, when circumstances are favourable.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All these amiable weaknesses occur in a coarser form -among servants—that class of “officials” who are beneath -the fourteenth grade—those “courtiers” who belong, not -to the Tsar, but to the landowners.<a id='r16' /><a href='#f16' class='c016'><sup>[16]</sup></a> But how they, as -a class, are worse than others, I have no idea.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f16'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r16'>16</a>. </span>In Russia civil-service officials (<i>chinóvniki</i>) are -divided into fourteen classes. Nobles are called <i>dvoryáne</i>, and -servants attached to a landowner’s house <i>dvoróvië</i>; Herzen plays -on the likeness of the two names.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When I run over my recollections on the subject—and -for twenty-five years I was well acquainted, not only with -our own servants, but with those of my uncle and several -neighbours—I remember nothing specially vicious in -their conduct. Petty thefts there were, no doubt; but it -is hard to pass sentence in this case, because ordinary -ideas are perverted by an unnatural status: the human -chattel is on easy terms with the chattels that are inanimate, -and shows no particular respect for his master’s -property. One ought, in justice, to exclude exceptional -cases—casual favourites, either men or women, who bask -in their master’s smiles and carry tales against the rest; -and besides, <i>their</i> behaviour is exemplary, for they never -<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>get drunk in the daytime and never pawn their clothes at -the public-house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The misconduct of most servants is of a simple kind -and turns on trifles—a glass of spirits or a bottle of beer, -a chat over a pipe, absence from the house without leave, -quarrels which sometimes proceed as far as blows, or -deception of their master when he requires of them more -than man can perform. They are as ignorant as the peasants -but more sophisticated; and this, together with their -servile condition, accounts for much that is perverted and -distorted in their character; but, in spite of all this, they -remain grown-up children, like the American negroes. -Trifles make them laugh or weep; their desires are limited -and deserve to be called simple and natural rather than -vicious.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Spirits and tea, the public-house and the tea-shop—these -are the invariable vices of a servant in Russia. For -them he steals; because of them he is poor; for their sake -he endures persecution and punishment and leaves his wife -and children to beggary. Nothing is easier than to sit, like -Father Matthew,<a id='r17' /><a href='#f17' class='c016'><sup>[17]</sup></a> in the seat of judgement and condemn -drunkenness, while you are yourself intoxicated with sobriety; -nothing simpler than to sit at your own tea-table -and marvel at servants, because they <i>will</i> go to the tea-shop -instead of drinking their tea at home, where it would -cost them less.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f17'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r17'>17</a>. </span>An Irish priest who preached temperance in the middle of -the nineteenth century.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Strong drink stupefies a man and makes it possible for -him to forget; it gives him an artificial cheerfulness, an -artificial excitement; and the pleasure of this state is increased -by the low level of civilisation and the narrow -<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>empty life to which these men are confined. A servant -is a slave who may be sold, a slave condemned to perpetual -service in the pantry and perpetual poverty: how -can such a man do otherwise than drink? He drinks too -much when he gets the chance, because he cannot drink -every day; this was pointed out by Senkovsky in one of -his books fifteen years ago. In Italy and the south of -France, there are no drunkards, because there is abundance -of wine. And the explanation of the savage -drunkenness among English workmen is just the same. -These men are broken in a hopeless and ill-matched -struggle against hunger and beggary; after all their -efforts, they have found everywhere a leaden vault above -their heads, and a sullen opposition which has cast them -down into the nether darkness of society and condemned -them to a life of endless toil—toil without an object and -equally destructive of mind and body. What wonder that -such a man, after working six days as a lever or wheel or -spring or screw, breaks out on Saturday night, like a -savage, from the factory which is his prison, and drinks -till he is dead drunk? His exhaustion shortens the process, -and it is complete in half an hour. Moralists would do -better to order “Scotch” or “Irish” for themselves, and -hold their tongues; or else their inhuman philanthropy -may evoke formidable replies.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To a servant, tea drunk in a tea-shop is quite a different -thing. Tea at home is not really tea: everything there -reminds him that he is a servant—the pantry is dirty, -he has to put the <i>samovár</i><a id='r18' /><a href='#f18' class='c016'><sup>[18]</sup></a> on the table himself, his cup -<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>has lost its handle, his master’s bell may ring at any -moment. In the tea-shop he is a free man, a master; the -table is laid and the lamps lit for <i>him</i>; for <i>him</i> the waiter -hurries in with the tray, the cups shine, and the teapot -glitters; he gives orders, and other people obey him; he -feels happy and calls boldly for some cheap caviare or -pastry to eat with his tea.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f18'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r18'>18</a>. </span>An urn with a central receptacle to hold hot charcoal: -tea in Russia is regularly accompanied by a samovár.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>In all this there is more of childlike simplicity than of -misconduct. Impressions take hold of them quickly but -throw out no roots; their minds are continually occupied—if -one can call it occupation—with casual objects, -trifling desires, and petty aims. A childish belief in the -marvellous turns a grown man into a coward, and the -same belief consoles him in his darkest hours. I witnessed -the death of several of my father’s servants, and I -was astonished. One could see then that their whole life -had been spent, like a child’s, without fears for the future, -and that no great sins lay heavy on their souls; even if -there had been anything of the kind, a few minutes with -the priest were enough to put all to rights.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is on this resemblance between children and servants -that their mutual attachment is based. Children resent -the indulgent superiority of grown-up people; they -are clever enough to understand that servants treat them -with more respect and take them seriously. For this -reason, they enjoy a game of bézique with the maids much -more than with visitors. Visitors play out of indulgence -and to amuse the child: they let him win, or tease him, -and stop when they feel inclined; but the maid plays just -as much for her own amusement; and thus the game gains -in interest.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Servants have a very strong attachment to children; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>and this is not servility at all—it is a mutual alliance, -with weakness and simplicity on both sides.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In former days there existed—it still exists in Turkey—a -feudal bond of affection between the Russian landowner -and his household servants. But the race of such -servants, devoted to the family as a family, is now extinct -with us. The reason of this is obvious. The landowner -has ceased to believe in his own authority; he does -not believe that he will answer, at the dreadful Day of -Judgement, for his treatment of his people; and he abuses -his power for his own advantage. The servant does not -believe in his inferiority; he endures oppression, not as -a punishment or trial inflicted by God, but merely because -he is defenceless.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But I knew, in my young days, two or three specimens -of that boundless loyalty which old gentlemen of seventy -sometimes recall with a sigh: they speak of the wonderful -zeal and devotion of their servants, but they never mention -the return which they and their fathers made to that -faithfulness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was Andréi Stepánov, whom I knew as a decrepit -old man, spending his last days, on very short commons, -on an estate belonging to my uncle, the Senator.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my father and uncle were young men in the -Army, he was their valet, a kind, honest, sober man, who -guessed what his young masters wanted—and they wanted -a good deal—by a mere look at their faces; I know this -from themselves. Later he was in charge of an estate near -Moscow. The war of 1812 cut him off at once from all -communications; the village was burnt down, and he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>lived on there alone and without money, and finally sold -some wood, to save himself from starvation. When my -uncle returned to Russia, he went into the estate accounts -and discovered the sale of wood. Punishment followed: -the man was disgraced and removed from his office, -though he was old and burdened with a family. We often -passed through the village where he lived and spent a day -or two there; and the old man, now paralysed and walking -on crutches, never failed to visit us, in order to make -his bow to my father and talk to him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was deeply touched by the simple devotion of his -language and by his miserable appearance; I remember -the tufts of hair, between yellow and white, which covered -both sides of his bare scalp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“They tell me, Sir,” he said once to my father, “that -your brother has received another Order. I am getting -old, <i>bátyushka</i>, and shall soon give back my soul to God; -but I wish God would suffer me to see your brother wearing -his Order; just once before I die, I would like to see -him with his ribbon and all his glory.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My eyes were on the old man, and everything about -him showed that he was speaking the truth—his expression -as frank as a child’s, his bent figure, his crooked face, -dim eyes, and feeble voice. There was no falsehood or -flattery there: he did really wish to see, once more before -he died, the man who, for fourteen years, had never forgiven -him for that wood! Should I call him a saint or a -madman? Are there any who attain to sanctity, except -madmen?</p> - -<p class='c008'>But this form of idolatry is unknown to the rising generation; -and, if there are cases of serfs who refuse emancipation, -it is due either to mere indolence or selfish considerations. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>This is a worse condition of things, I admit, -but it brings us nearer the end. The serfs of to-day -may wish to see something round their master’s neck; -but you may feel sure that it is not the ribbon of any -Order of Chivalry!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>This seems an opportunity to give some general account -of the treatment shown to servants in our household.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Neither my father nor my uncle was specially tyrannical, -at least in the way of corporal punishment. My -uncle, being hot-tempered and impatient, was often rough -and unjust to servants; but he thought so little about -them and came in contact with them so seldom, that each -side knew little of the other. My father wore them out -by his fads: he could never pass over a look or a word -or a movement without improving the occasion; and a -Russian often resents this treatment more than blows or -bad language.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Corporal punishment was almost unknown with us; -and the two or three cases in which it was resorted to -were so exceptional, that they formed the subject of conversation -for whole months downstairs; it should also be -said that the offences which provoked it were serious.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A commoner form of punishment was compulsory enlistment -in the Army, which was intensely dreaded by -all the young men-servants. They preferred to remain -serfs, without family or kin, rather than carry the knapsack -for twenty years. I was strongly affected by those -horrible scenes: at the summons of the landowner, a file -of military police would appear like thieves in the night -and seize their victim without warning; the bailiff would -explain that the master had given orders the night before -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>for the man to be sent to the recruiting office; and then -the victim, through his tears, tried to strike an attitude, -while the women wept, and all the people gave him presents, -and I too gave what I could, very likely a sixpenny -necktie.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I remember too an occasion when a village elder spent -some money due from peasants to their master, and my -father ordered his beard to be shaved off, by way of punishment. -This form of penalty puzzled me, but I was impressed -by the man’s appearance: he was sixty years old, -and he wept profusely, bowing to the ground and offering -to repay the money and a hundred <i>roubles</i> more, if only -he might escape the shame of losing his beard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While my uncle lived with us, there were regularly -about sixty servants belonging to the house, of whom -nearly half were women; but the married women might -give all their time to their own families; there were five -or six house-maids always employed, and laundry-maids, -but the latter never came upstairs. To these must be -added the boys and girls who were being taught housework, -which meant that they were learning to be lazy -and tell lies and drink spirits.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As a feature of those times, it will not, I think, be -superfluous to say something of the wages paid to servants. -They got five <i>roubles</i> a month, afterwards raised to -six, for board-wages; women got a <i>rouble</i> less, and -children over ten half the amount. The servants clubbed -together for their food, and made no complaint of insufficiency, -which proves that food cost wonderfully little. -The highest wages paid were 100 <i>roubles</i> a year; others -got fifty, and some thirty. Boys under eighteen got no -wages. Then our servants were supplied with clothes, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>overcoats, shirts, sheets, coverlets, towels, and mattresses -of sail-cloth; the boys who got no wages received a sum -of money for the bath-house and to pay the priest in -Lent—purification of body and soul was thus provided -for. Taking everything into account, a servant cost about -300 <i>roubles</i> a year; if we add his share of medical attendance -and drugs and the articles of consumption which -came in carts from the landlord’s estates in embarrassing -amount, even then the figure will not be higher than 350 -<i>roubles</i>. In Paris or London a servant costs four times as -much.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Slave-owners generally reckon “insurance” among the -privileges of their slaves, <i>i.e.</i>, the wife and children are -maintained by the master, and the slave himself, in old -age, will get a bare pittance in some corner of the estate. -Certainly this should be taken into account, but the value -of it is considerably lessened by the constant fear of corporal -punishment and the impossibility of rising higher -in the social scale.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My own eyes have shown me beyond all doubt, how the -horrible consciousness of their enslaved condition torments -and poisons the existence of servants in Russia, -how it oppresses and stupefies their minds. The peasants, -especially those who pay <i>obrók</i>,<a id='r19' /><a href='#f19' class='c016'><sup>[19]</sup></a> are less conscious of -personal want of freedom; it is possible for them not to -believe, to some extent, in their complete slavery. But in -the other case, when a man sits all day on a dirty bench -in the pantry, or stands at a table holding a plate, there -is no possible room for doubt.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f19'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r19'>19</a>. </span><i>Obrók</i> is money paid by a serf to his master in -lieu of personal service; such a serf might carry on a trade or -business of his own and was liable to no other burdens than the -<i>obrók</i>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>There are, of course, people who enjoy this life as if -it were their native element; people whose mind has never -been aroused from slumber, who have acquired a taste -for their occupation, and perform its duties with a kind -of artistic satisfaction.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Our old footman, Bakai, an exceedingly interesting -character, was an instance of this kind. A tall man of -athletic build, with large and dignified features, and an -air of the profoundest reflexion, he lived to old age in the -belief that a footman’s place is one of singular dignity.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This respectable old man was constantly out of temper -or half-drunk, or both together. He idealised the duties -of his office and attributed to them a solemn importance. -He could lower the steps of a carriage with a peculiarly -loud rattle; when he banged a carriage-door he made -more noise than the report of a gun. He stood on the -rumble surly and straight, and, every time that a hole in -the road gave him a jolt, he called out to the coachman, -“Easy there!” in a deep voice of displeasure, though the -hole was by that time five yards behind the carriage.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His chief occupation, other than going out with the -carriage, was self-imposed. It consisted in training the -pantry-boys in the standard of manners demanded by -the servants’ hall. As long as he was sober, this went well -enough; but when he was affected by liquor, he was -severe and exacting beyond belief. I sometimes tried to -protect my young friends, but my authority had little -weight with the Roman firmness of Bakai: he would open -the door that led to the drawing-room, with the words: -“This is not your place. I beg you will go, or I shall carry -<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>you out.” Not a movement, not a word, on the part of -the boys, did he let pass unrebuked; and he often accompanied -his words with a smack on the head, or a painful -fillip, which he inflicted by an ingenious and spring-like -manipulation of his finger and thumb.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he had at last driven the boys from the room and -was left alone, he transferred his attentions to his only -friend, a large Newfoundland dog called Macbeth, whom -he fed and brushed and petted and loved. After sitting -alone for a few minutes, he would go down to the court-yard -and invite Macbeth to join him in the pantry. Then -he began to talk to his friend: “Foolish brute! What -makes you sit outside in the frost, when there’s warmth -in here? Well, what are you staring at? Can’t you -answer?” and the questions were generally followed by -a smack on the head. Macbeth occasionally growled at -his benefactor; and then Bakai reproved him, with no -weak fondness: “Do what you like for a dog, a dog it still -remains: it shows its teeth at you, with never a thought -of who you are. But for me, the fleas would eat you up!” -And then, hurt by his friend’s ingratitude, he would take -snuff angrily and throw what was left on his fingers at -Macbeth’s nose. The dog would sneeze, make incredibly -awkward attempts to get the snuff out of his eyes with -his paw, rise in high dudgeon from the bench, and begin -scratching at the door. Bakai opened the door and dismissed -the dog with a kick and a final word of reproach. -At this point the pantry-boys generally came back, and -the sound of his knuckles on their heads began again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We had another dog before Macbeth, a setter called -Bertha. When she became very ill, Bakai put her on his -bed and nursed her for some weeks. Early one morning -<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>I went into the servants’ hall. Bakai tried to say something, -but his voice broke and a large tear rolled down -his cheek—the dog was dead. There is another fact for -the student of human nature. I don’t at all suppose that -he hated the pantry-boys either; but he had a surly temper -which was made worse by drinking bad spirits and -unconsciously affected by his surroundings.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Such men as Bakai hugged their chains, but there were -others: there passes through my memory a sad procession -of hopeless sufferers and martyrs. My uncle had a cook of -remarkable skill in his business, a hard-working and sober -man who made his way upwards. The Tsar had a famous -French <i>chef</i> at the time and my uncle contrived to secure -for his servant admission to the imperial kitchens. After -this instruction, the man was engaged by the English -Club at Moscow, made money, married, and lived like a -gentleman; but, with the noose of serfdom still round -his neck, he could never sleep easy or enjoy his position.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alexyéi—that was his name—at last plucked up courage, -had prayers said to Our Lady of Iberia, and called -on my uncle and offered 5,000 <i>roubles</i> for his freedom. -But his master was proud of the cook as his property—he -was proud of another man, a painter, for just the same -reason—and therefore he refused the money, promising -the cook to give him his freedom in his will, without any -payment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was a frightful blow to the man. He became depressed; -the expression of his features changed; his hair -turned grey; and, being a Russian, he took to the bottle. -He became careless about his work, and the English Club -dismissed him. Then he was engaged by the Princess -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>Trubetskoi, and she persecuted him by her petty meanness. -Alexyéi was a lover of fine phrases; and once, when -he was insulted by her beyond bearing, he drew himself -up and said in his nasal voice, “What a stormy soul inhabits -Your Serene Highness’s body!” The Princess was -furious: she dismissed the man and wrote, as a Russian -great lady would, to my uncle to complain of his servant. -My uncle would rather have done nothing, but, out of -politeness to the lady, he sent for the cook and scolded -him, and told him to go and beg pardon of the Princess.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But, instead of going there, he went to the public-house. -Within a year he was utterly ruined: all the money he had -saved for his freedom was gone, and even his last kitchen-apron. -He fought with his wife, and she with him, till at -last she went into service as a nurse away from Moscow. -Nothing was heard of him for a long time. At last a policeman -brought him to our house, a wild and ragged -figure. He had no place of abode and wandered from one -drink-shop to another. The police had picked him up in -the street and demanded that his master should take him -in hand. My uncle was vexed and, perhaps, repentant: -he received the man kindly enough and gave him a room -to live in. Alexyéi went on drinking; when he was drunk, -he was noisy and fancied he was writing poetry; and he -really had some imaginative gift but no control over it. -We were in the country at the time, and my uncle sent -the man to us, fancying that my father would have some -control over him. But the man was too far gone. His case -revealed to me the concentrated ill-feeling and hatred -which a serf cherishes in his heart against his masters: -he gnashed his teeth as he spoke, and used gestures which, -especially as coming from a cook, were ominous. My -<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>presence did not prevent him from speaking freely; he -was fond of me, and often patted my shoulder as he said, -“This is a sound branch of a rotten tree!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my uncle died, my father gave Alexyéi his freedom -at once. But this was too late: it only meant washing -our hands of him, and he simply vanished from sight.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>There was another victim of the system whom I cannot -but recall together with Alexyéi. My uncle had a servant -of thirty-five who acted as a clerk. My father’s oldest -brother, who died in 1813, intending to start a cottage -hospital, placed this man, Tolochanov, when he was a -boy, with a doctor, in order to learn the business of a -dresser. The doctor got permission for him to attend -lectures at the College of Medicine; the young man -showed ability, learned Latin and German, and practised -with some success. When he was twenty-five, he fell in -love with the daughter of an officer, concealed his position -from her, and married her. The deception could not be -kept up for long: my uncle died, and the wife was horrified -to discover that she, as well as her husband, was a -serf. The “Senator,” their new owner, put no pressure on -them at all—he had a real affection for young Tolochanov—but -the wife could not pardon the deception: she quarrelled -with him and finally eloped with another man. -Tolochanov must have been very fond of her: he fell into -a state of depression which bordered on insanity; he spent -his nights in drunken carouses, and, having no money of -his own, made free with what belonged to his master. -Then, when he saw he could not balance his accounts, he -took poison, on the last day of the year 1821.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>My uncle was away from home. I was present when -Tolochanov came into the room and told my father he -had come to say good-bye; he also gave me a message -for my uncle, that he had spent the missing money.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You’re drunk,” said my father; “go and sleep it off.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“My sleep will last a long time,” said the doctor; “I -only ask you not to think ill of my memory.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The man’s composure frightened my father: he looked -at him attentively and asked: “What’s the matter with -you? Are you wandering?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, Sir; I have only swallowed a dose of arsenic.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The doctor and police were summoned, milk and emetics -were administered. When the vomiting began, he -tried to keep it back and said: “You stop where you are! -I did not swallow you, to bring you up again.” When the -poison began to work more strongly, I heard his groans -and the agonised voice in which he said again and again, -“It burns, it burns like fire!” Someone advised that the -priest should be sent for; but he refused, and told Calot -that he knew <i>too much anatomy</i> to believe in a life beyond -the grave. At twelve at night he spoke to the doctor: he -asked the time, in German, and then said, “Time to wish -you a Happy New Year!” and then he died.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the morning I went hastily to the little wing, used -as a bath-house, where Tolochanov had been taken. The -body was lying on a table in the attitude in which he died; -he was wearing a coat, but the necktie had been removed -and the chest was bare; the features were terribly distorted -and even blackened. It was the first dead body I -had ever seen; and I ran out, nearly fainting. The toys -and picture-book which I had got as New Year’s presents -could not comfort me: I still saw before me the blackened -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>features of Tolochanov, and heard his cry, “It burns like -fire!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>To end this sad subject, I shall say only one thing -more: the society of servants had no really bad influence -on me. On the contrary, it implanted in me, in early years, -a rooted hatred for slavery and oppression in all their -manifestations. When I had been naughty as a child and -my nurse, Vyéra Artamónovna, wished to be very cutting, -she used to say, “Wait a bit, and you will be exactly like -the rest, when you grow up and become a master!” I felt -this to be a grievous insult. Well, the old woman may rest -in peace—whatever I became, I did not become “exactly -like the rest.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I had one other distraction, as well as the servants’ -hall, and in this I met at least with no opposition. I loved -reading as much as I disliked my lessons. Indeed, my -passion for desultory reading was one of the main difficulties -in the way of serious study. For example, I detested, -then as now, the theoretical study of languages; -but I was very quick in making out the meaning more -or less and acquiring the rudiments of conversation; and -there I stopped, because that was all I needed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father and my uncle had a fairly large library, -consisting of French books of the eighteenth century. -The books lay about in heaps in a damp unused room on -the ground-floor of the house. Calot kept the key and I -was free to rummage as much as I pleased in this literary -lumber-room. I read and read with no interruptions. My -father approved for two reasons: in the first place, I -would learn French quicker; and besides I was kept occupied, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>sitting quietly in a corner. I must add that I did -not display all the books I read openly on the table: some -of them I kept secreted in a cupboard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But what books did I read? Novels, of course, and -plays. I read through fifteen volumes, each of which contained -three or four plays, French or Russian. As well -as French novels, my mother had novels by Auguste Lafontaine -and Kotzebue’s comedies; and I read them all -twice over. I cannot say that the novels had much effect -on me. As boys do, I pounced on all the ambiguous passages -and disorderly scenes, but they did not interest me -specially. A far greater influence was exercised over my -mind by a play which I loved passionately and read over -twenty times, though it was in a Russian translation—<i>The -Marriage of Figaro</i>. I was in love with Cherubino and -the Countess; nay more, I myself was Cherubino; I felt -strong emotion as I read it and was conscious of some new -sensation which I could not at all understand. I was -charmed with the scene where the page is dressed up as -a woman, and passionately desired to have a ribbon -belonging to someone, in order to hide it in my breast -and kiss it when no one was looking. As a matter of fact, -no female society came in my way at that age.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I only remember two school-girls who paid us occasional -Sunday visits. The younger was sixteen and strikingly -beautiful. I became confused whenever she entered -the room; I never dared to address her, or to go beyond -stolen glances at her beautiful dark eyes and dark curls. -I never spoke a word of this to anyone, and my first love-pangs -passed off unknown even to her who caused them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I met her years afterwards, my heart beat fast -<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>and I remembered how I had worshipped her beauty at -twelve years old.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I forgot to say that <i>Werther</i> interested me almost as -much as <i>The Marriage of Figaro</i>; half of the story I -could not understand and skipped, in my eagerness to -reach the final catastrophe; but over that I wept quite -wildly. When I was at Vladímir in 1839, the same book -happened to come into my hands, and I told my wife how -I used to cry over it as a boy. Then I began to read the -last letters to her; and when I reached the familiar passage, -the tears flowed fast and I had to stop.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I cannot say that my father put any special pressure -upon me before I was fourteen; but the whole atmosphere -of our house was stifling to a live young creature. Side by -side with complete indifference about my moral welfare, -an excessive degree of importance was attached to bodily -health; and I was terribly worried by precautions against -chills and unwholesome food, and the fuss that was made -over a trifling cold in the head. In winter I was kept indoors -for weeks at a time, and, if a drive was permitted, -I had to wear warm boots, comforters, and so on. The -rooms were kept unbearably hot with stoves. This treatment -must have made me feeble and delicate, had I not -inherited from my mother the toughest of constitutions. -She, on her part, shared none of these prejudices, and -in her part of the house I might do all the things which -were forbidden when I was with my father.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Without rivalry and without encouragement or approval, -my studies made little progress. For want of -proper system and supervision, I took things easy and -thought to dispense with hard work by means of memory -and a lively imagination. My teachers too, as a matter -<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>of course, were under no supervision; when once the fees -were settled, provided they were punctual in coming to -the house and leaving it, they might go on for years, without -giving any account of what they were doing.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>One of the queerest incidents of my early education was -when a French actor, Dalès, was invited to give me lessons -in elocution.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“People pay no attention to it nowadays,” my father -said to me, “but your brother Alexander practised <i>le recit -de Théramène</i><a id='r20' /><a href='#f20' class='c016'><sup>[20]</sup></a> every evening for six months with Aufraine, -the actor, and never reached the perfection which -his teacher desired.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f20'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r20'>20</a>. </span>From Racine’s <i>Phèdre</i>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>So I began to learn elocution.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I suppose, M. Dalès,” my father once said to him, -“you could give lessons in dancing too.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Dalès was a stout old gentleman of over sixty; with -a profound consciousness of his own merits but an equally -profound sense of modesty, he answered that he could -not judge of his own talents, but that he often gave hints -to the ballet-dancers at the Opera.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Just as I supposed,” remarked my father, offering -him his snuff-box open—a favour he would never have -shown to a Russian or German tutor. “I should be much -obliged if you would make him dance a little after the -declamation; he is so stiff.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>Monsieur le comte peut disposer de moi.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And then my father, who was a passionate lover of -Paris, began to recall the <i>foyer</i> of the Opera-house as -it was in 1810, the <i>début</i> of Mlle. George and the later -<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>years of Mlle. Mars,<a id='r21' /><a href='#f21' class='c016'><sup>[21]</sup></a> and asked many question about -<i>cafés</i> and theatres.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f21'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r21'>21</a>. </span>George (1787-1867) was the chief actress in tragedy, and -Mars (1779-1847) the chief actress in comedy, on the Paris stage of -their time.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>And now you must imagine my small room on a dismal -winter evening, with the water running down the frozen -windows over the sandbags, two tallow candles burning -on the table, and us two face to face. On the stage -Dalès spoke in a fairly natural voice, but, in giving a -lesson, he thought himself bound to get away as far as -possible from nature. He recited Racine in a sing-song -voice, and made a parting, like the parting of an Englishman’s -back hair, at the caesura of each line, so that -every verse came out in two pieces like a broken stick.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile he made the gestures of a man who has -fallen into the water and cannot swim. He made me repeat -each verse several times and constantly shook his -head: “Not right at all! Listen to me! ‘<i>Je crains Dieu, -cher Abner</i>’—now came the parting; he closed his eyes, -shook his head slightly, and added, repelling the waves -with a languid movement of the arm, ‘<i>et n’ai point d’autre -crainte</i>.’”<a id='r22' /><a href='#f22' class='c016'><sup>[22]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f22'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r22'>22</a>. </span>From Racine’s <i>Athalie</i>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Then the old gentleman, who “feared nothing but God,” -would look at his watch, put away his books, and take -hold of a chair. This chair was my partner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Is it surprising that I never learned to dance? These -lessons did not last long: within a fortnight they were -brought to an end by a very tragic event.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was at the theatre with my uncle, and the overture -was played several times without the curtain rising. The -front rows, wishing to show their familiarity with Paris -<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>customs, began to make the noise which is made in Paris -by the back rows only. A manager came out in front of -the curtain; he bowed to the left, he bowed to the right, -he bowed to the front, and then he said: “We ask for -all the indulgence of the audience; a terrible misfortune -has befallen us: Dalès, a member of our company,”—and -here the manager’s speech was interrupted by genuine -tears,—“has been found dead in his room, poisoned by -the fumes from the stove.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such were the forcible means by which the Russian -system of ventilation delivered me from lessons in elocution, -from spouting Racine, and from dancing a solo with -the partner who boasted four legs carved in mahogany.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When I was twelve, I was transferred from the hands -of women to those of men; and, about that time, my -father made two unsuccessful attempts to put a German -in charge of me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A German in charge of children” is neither a tutor -nor a <i>dyádka</i><a id='r23' /><a href='#f23' class='c016'><sup>[23]</sup></a>—it is quite a profession by itself. He does -not teach or dress the children himself, but sees that they -are dressed and taught; he watches over their health, -takes them out for walks, and talks whatever nonsense -he pleases, provided that it is in German. If there is a -tutor in the house, the German is his inferior; but he -takes precedence of the <i>dyádka</i>, if there is one. The visiting -teachers, if they come late from unforeseen causes, or -leave too early owing to circumstances beyond their control, -are polite to the German; and, though quite uneducated, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>he begins to think himself a man of learning. The -governesses make use of the German to do all sorts of -errands for them, but never permit any attentions on his -part, unless they suffer from positive deformity and see -no prospect of any other admirers. When boys are fourteen -they go off to the German’s room to smoke on the -sly, and he allows it, because he needs powerful assistance -if he is to keep his place. Indeed, the common practice -is to dismiss him at this period, after thanking him in -the presence of the boys and presenting him with a watch. -If he is tired of taking children out and receiving reprimands -when they catch cold or stain their clothes, then -the “German in charge of children” becomes a German -without qualification: he starts a small shop where he -sells amber mouth-pieces, eau-de-cologne, and cigars to -his former charges, and performs secret services for them -of another kind.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f23'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r23'>23</a>. </span>A <i>dyádka</i> (literally “uncle”) is a man-servant put -in charge of his young master.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The first German attached to my person was a native -of Silesia, and his name was Iokisch; in my opinion, his -name alone was a sufficient disqualification. He was a tall, -bald man, who professed a knowledge of agriculture, and -I believe that this fact induced my father to take him; -but his chief distinction was his extreme need of soap and -water. I looked with aversion at the Silesian giant, and -only consented to walk about with him in the parks and -gardens on condition that he told me improper stories, -which I retailed in the servants’ hall. He did not survive -more than a year; he was guilty of some misconduct on -our country estate, and a gardener tried to kill him with -a scythe; and this made my father order him to clear out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His successor was Theodore Karlovitch, a soldier -(probably a deserter) from Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, who -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>was remarkable for his beautiful handwriting and excessive -stupidity. He had filled a similar post twice already, -and had gained some experience, so that he gave himself -the airs of a tutor; also, he spoke French, mispronouncing -<i>j</i> as <i>sh</i> and misplacing the accents.<a id='r24' /><a href='#f24' class='c016'><sup>[24]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f24'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r24'>24</a>. </span>The English speak French even worse than the Germans; but -they merely mutilate the language, whereas the German vulgarises it. -(Author’s note.)</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I had no kind of respect for him, but poisoned every -moment of his existence, especially after I was convinced -that, in spite of all my efforts, he was unable to understand -either decimal fractions or the rule of three. In most -boys’ hearts there is a good deal that is ruthless and even -cruel; and I persecuted the Jäger of Wolfenbüttel unmercifully -with sums in proportion. I was so much interested -by this, that, though I did not often speak on -such subjects to my father, I solemnly informed him of -the stupidity of Theodore Karlovitch.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He once boasted to me of a new frock-coat, dark blue -with gold buttons, and I actually saw him once wearing -it; he was going to a wedding, and the coat, though it was -too large for him, really had gold buttons. But the boy -who waited on the German informed me that the garment -was borrowed from a friend who kept a perfumer’s shop. -Without the least feeling of pity, I attacked my victim, -and asked bluntly where his blue coat was.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There is a great deal of moth in this house, and I -have given it to a tailor whom I know to keep it safe for -me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Where does the tailor live?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What business is that of yours?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Why not say?”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>“People should mind their own business.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, very well. But my birthday is next week, and, to -please me, you might get the blue coat from the tailor -for that day.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, I won’t; you don’t deserve it, after your rudeness.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I held up a threatening finger at him. But the final -blow to the German’s position took place as follows. He -must needs boast one day, in the presence of Bouchot, -my French tutor, that he had fought at Waterloo and -that the Germans had given the French a terrible mauling. -Bouchot merely looked at him and took snuff with -such a formidable air that the conqueror of Napoleon -was rather taken aback. Bouchot left the room, leaning -angrily on his knotted stick, and he never afterwards -called the man by any other name than <i>le soldat de -Vilain-ton</i>.<a id='r25' /><a href='#f25' class='c016'><sup>[25]</sup></a> I did not know then that this pun is the -property of Béranger, and I was exceedingly delighted -by Bouchot’s cleverness.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f25'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r25'>25</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, Wellington.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>At last this comrade of Blücher’s left our house, after -a quarrel with my father; and I was not troubled further -with Germans.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During the time of the warrior from Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, -I sometimes visited a family of boys, who were -also under the charge of a German; and we took long -walks together. The two Germans were friends. But, when -my German departed, I was left once more in complete -solitude. I disliked it and tried hard to escape from it, -but without success. As I was powerless to overcome my -father’s wishes, I should, perhaps, have been crushed by -this kind of life; but I was soon saved by a new form of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>mental activity, and by two new acquaintances, of whom -I shall speak in the next chapter. I am sure that it never -once occurred to my father what sort of life he was forcing -me to lead; or else he would not have vetoed my -very innocent wishes and the very natural requests which -I put to him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He let me go occasionally to the French Theatre with -my uncle. This was a supreme enjoyment to me. I was -passionately fond of the theatre; but even this treat cost -me as much pain as pleasure. My uncle often arrived -when the play was half over; and, as he was always engaged -for some party, he often took me out before the -end. The theatre was quite close to our house; but I was -strictly forbidden by my father to come home alone.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I was about fifteen when my father summoned a priest to -the house to teach me as much Divinity as was required -for entrance at the University. I had read Voltaire before -I ever opened the Catechism. In the business of education, -religion is less obtrusive in Russia than in any other -country; and this is, of course, a very good thing. A -priest is always paid half the usual fee for lessons in -Divinity; and, if the same priest also teaches Latin, he -actually gets more for a Latin lesson than for instruction -in the Catechism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father looked upon religion as one of the indispensable -attributes of a gentleman. It was necessary to accept -Holy Scripture without discussion, because mere intellect -is powerless in that department, and the subject is only -made darker by human logic. It was necessary to submit -<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>to such rites as were required by the Church into which -you were born; but you must avoid excessive piety, which -is suitable for women of advanced age but improper for -a man. Was he himself a believer? I imagine that he believed -to some extent, from habit, from a sense of decency, -and just in case—. But he never himself observed any of -the rules laid down by the Church, excusing himself on -the plea of bad health. He hardly ever admitted a priest -to his presence, or asked him to repeat a psalm while -waiting in the empty drawing-room for the five-<i>rouble</i> -note which was his fee. In winter he excused himself on -the plea that the priest and his clerk brought in so much -cold air with them that he always caught cold in consequence. -In the country, he went to church and received -the priest at his house; but this was not due to religious -feeling but rather a concession to the ideas of society -and the wishes of Government.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My mother was a Lutheran, and, as such, a degree more -religious. Once or twice a month she went on Sundays to -her place of worship—her <i>Kirche</i>, as Bakai persisted in -calling it, and I, for want of occupation, went with her. -I learned there to imitate with great perfection the -flowery style of the German pastors, and I had not lost -this art when I came to manhood.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father always made me keep Lent. I rather dreaded -confession, and church ceremonies in general were impressive -and awful to me. The Communion Service caused -me real fear; but I shall not call that religious feeling: -it was the fear which is always inspired by the unintelligible -and mysterious, especially when solemn importance -is attached to the mystery. When Easter brought -the end of the Fast, I ate all the Easter dishes—dyed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>eggs, currant loaf, and consecrated cakes, and thought -no more about religion for the rest of the year.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Yet I often read the Gospel, both in Slavonic and in -Luther’s translation, and loved it. I read it without notes -of any kind and could not understand all of it, but I felt -a deep and sincere reverence for the book. In my early -youth, I was often attracted by the Voltairian point of -view—mockery and irony were to my taste; but I don’t -remember ever taking up the Gospel with indifference -or hostility. This has accompanied me throughout life: -at all ages and in all variety of circumstances, I have -gone back to the reading of the Gospel, and every time -its contents have brought down peace and gentleness into -my heart.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the priest began to give me lessons, he was astonished, -not merely at my general knowledge of the -Gospel but also at my power of quoting texts accurately. -“But,” he used to say, “the Lord God, who has opened -the mind, has not yet opened the heart.” My theological -instructor shrugged his shoulders and was surprised by -the inconsistency he found in me; still he was satisfied -with me, because he thought I should be able to pass my -examination.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A religion of a different kind was soon to take possession -of my heart and mind.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER III</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>Death of Alexander I—The Fourteenth of December—Moral -Awakening—Bouchot—My Cousin—N. Ogaryóv.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>ONE winter evening my uncle came to our house -at an unusual hour. He looked anxious and -walked with a quick step to my father’s study, -after signing to me to stay in the drawing-room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fortunately, I was not obliged to puzzle my head long -over the mystery. The door of the servants’ hall opened a -little way, and a red face, half hidden by the wolf-fur -of a livery coat, invited me to approach; it was my uncle’s -footman, and I hastened to the door.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Have you not heard?” he asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Heard what?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The Tsar is dead. He died at Taganrog.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was impressed by the news: I had never before -thought of the possibility of his death. I had been brought -up in great reverence for Alexander, and I thought with -sorrow how I had seen him not long before in Moscow. -We were out walking when we met him outside the Tver -Gate; he was riding slowly, accompanied by two or three -high officers, on his way back from manœuvres. His face -<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>was attractive, the features gentle and rounded, and his -expression was weary and sad. When he caught us up, I -took off my hat; he smiled and bowed to me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Confused ideas were still simmering in my head; the -shops were selling pictures of the new Tsar, Constantine; -notices about the oath of allegiance were circulating; and -good citizens were making haste to take the oath—when -suddenly a report spread that the Crown Prince had abdicated. -Immediately afterwards, the same footman, a -great lover of political news, with abundant opportunities -for collecting it from the servants of senators and lawyers—less -lucky than the horses which rested for half the -day, he accompanied his master in his rounds from morning -till night—informed me that there was a revolution -in Petersburg and that cannon were firing in the capital.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the evening of the next day, Count Komarovsky, a -high officer of the police, was at our house, and told us -of the band of revolutionaries in the Cathedral Square, -the cavalry charge, and the death of Milorádovitch.<a id='r26' /><a href='#f26' class='c016'><sup>[26]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f26'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r26'>26</a>. </span>When Nicholas became Emperor in place of his brother -Constantine, the revolt of the Decembrists took place in Petersburg on -December 14, 1825. Five of the conspirators were afterwards hanged, -and over a hundred banished to Siberia.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Then followed the arrests—“They have taken so-and-so”; -“They have caught so-and-so”; “They have arrested -so-and-so in the country.” Parents trembled in fear for -their sons; the sky was covered over with black clouds.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During the reign of Alexander, political persecution -was rare: it is true that he exiled Púshkin for his verses, -and Labzin, the secretary of the Academy of Fine Arts, -for proposing that the imperial coachman should be -elected a member;<a id='r27' /><a href='#f27' class='c016'><sup>[27]</sup></a> but there was no systematic persecution. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>The secret police had not swollen to its later proportions: -it was merely an office, presided over by De Sanglin, -a freethinking old gentleman and a sayer of good things, -in the manner of the French writer, Etienne de Jouy. -Under Nicholas, De Sanglin himself came under police -supervision and passed for a liberal, though he remained -precisely what he had always been; but this fact alone -serves to mark the difference between the two reigns.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f27'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r27'>27</a>. </span>The president had proposed to elect Arakchéyev, on the -ground of his nearness to the Tsar. Labzin then proposed the election -of Ilyá Baikov, the Tsar’s coachman. “He is not only near the Tsar but -sits in front of him,” he said.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The tone of society changed visibly; and the rapid demoralisation -proved too clearly how little the feeling of -personal dignity is developed among the Russian aristocracy. -Except the women, no one dared to show sympathy -or to plead earnestly in favour of relations and -friends, whose hands they had grasped yesterday but who -had been arrested before morning dawned. On the contrary, -men became zealots for tyranny, some to gain their -own ends, while others were even worse, because they had -nothing to gain by subservience.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Women alone were not guilty of this shameful denial -of their dear ones. By the Cross none but women were -standing; and by the blood-stained guillotine there were -women too—a Lucile Desmoulins, that Ophelia of the -French Revolution, wandering near the fatal axe and -waiting her turn, or a George Sand holding out, even on -the scaffold, the hand of sympathy and friendship to the -young fanatic, Alibaud.<a id='r28' /><a href='#f28' class='c016'><sup>[28]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f28'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r28'>28</a>. </span>Camille Desmoulins was guillotined, with Danton, April 5, -1794; his wife, Lucile, soon followed him. Alibaud was executed July -11, 1836, for an attempt on the life of Louis Philippe.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The wives of the exiles were deprived of all civil rights; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>abandoning their wealth and position in society, they -faced a whole lifetime of slavery in Eastern Siberia, -where the terrible climate was less formidable than the -Siberian police. Sisters, who were not permitted to accompany -their condemned brothers, absented themselves -from Court, and many of them left Russia; almost all -of them retained in their hearts a lively feeling of affection -for the sufferers. But this was not so among the men: -fear devoured this feeling in their hearts, and none of -them dared to open their lips about “the unfortunate.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>As I have touched on this subject, I cannot refrain -from giving some account of one of these heroic women, -whose history is known to very few.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In the ancient family of the Ivashevs a French girl was -living as a governess. The only son of the house wished -to marry her. All his relations were driven wild by the -idea; there was a great commotion, tears, and entreaties. -They succeeded in inducing the girl to leave Petersburg -and the young man to delay his intention for a season. -Young Ivashev was one of the most active conspirators, -and was condemned to penal servitude for life. For this -was a form of <i>mésalliance</i> from which his relations did -not protect him. As soon as the terrible news reached -the young girl in Paris, she started for Petersburg, and -asked permission to travel to the Government of Irkutsk, -in order to join her future husband. Benkendorf tried -to deter her from this criminal purpose; when he failed, -he reported the case to Nicholas. The Tsar ordered that -the position of women who had remained faithful to their -exiled husbands should be explained to her. “I don’t keep -<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>her back,” he added; “but she ought to realise that if -wives, who have accompanied their husbands out of -loyalty, deserve some indulgence, she has no claim whatever -to such treatment, when she intends to marry one -whom she knows to be a criminal.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>In Siberia nothing was known of this permission. When -she had found her way there, the poor girl was forced to -wait while a correspondence went on with Petersburg. -She lived in a miserable settlement peopled with released -criminals of all kinds, unable to get any news of her lover -or to inform him of her whereabouts.</p> - -<p class='c008'>By degrees she made acquaintances among her strange -companions. One of these was a highwayman who was -now employed in the prison, and she told him all her -story. Next day he brought her a note from Ivashev; -and soon he offered to carry messages between them. All -day he worked in the prison; at nightfall he got a scrap -of writing from Ivashev and started off, undeterred by -weariness or stormy weather, and returned to his daily -work before dawn.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last permission came for their marriage. A few years -later, penal servitude was commuted to penal settlement, -and their condition was improved to some extent. But -their strength was exhausted, and the wife was the first -to sink under the burden of all she had undergone. She -faded away, as a flower from southern climes was bound -to fade in the snows of Siberia. Ivashev could not survive -her long: just a year later he too died. But he had ceased -to live before his death: his letters (which impressed -even the inquisitors who read them) were evidence not -only of intense sorrow, but of a distracted brain; they -were full of a gloomy poetry and a crazy piety; after -<span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>her death he never really lived, and the process of his -death was slow and solemn.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This history does not end with their deaths. Ivashev’s -father, after his son’s exile, transferred his property to -an illegitimate son, begging him not to forget his unfortunate -brother but to do what he could. The young -pair were survived by two children, two nameless infants, -with a future prospect of the roughest labour in Siberia—without -friends, without rights, without parents. Ivashev’s -brother got permission to adopt the children. A few years -later he ventured on another request: he used influence, -that their father’s name might be restored to them, and -this also was granted.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I was strongly impressed by stories of the rebels and I -their fate, and by the horror which reigned in Moscow. -These events revealed to me a new world, which became -more and more the centre of my whole inner life; I don’t -know how it came to pass; but, though I understood very -dimly what it was all about, I felt that the side that -possessed the cannons and held the upper hand was not -my side. The execution of Pestel<a id='r29' /><a href='#f29' class='c016'><sup>[29]</sup></a> and his companions -finally awakened me from the dreams of childhood.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f29'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r29'>29</a>. </span>One of the Decembrists.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Though political ideas occupied my mind day and -night, my notions on the subject were not very enlightened: -indeed they were so wide of the mark that I believed -one of the objects of the Petersburg insurrection -to consist in placing Constantine on the throne as a constitutional -monarch.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It will easily be understood that solitude was a greater -<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>burden to me than ever: I needed someone, in order to -impart to him my thoughts and ideals, to verify them, and -to hear them confirmed. Proud of my own “disaffection,” -I was unwilling either to conceal it or to speak of it to -people in general.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My choice fell first on Iván Protopópov, my Russian -tutor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This man was full of that respectable indefinite liberalism, -which, though it often disappears with the first grey -hair, marriage, and professional success, does nevertheless -raise a man’s character. He was touched by what I -said, and embraced me on leaving the house. “Heaven -grant,” he said, “that those feelings of your youth may -ripen and grow strong!” His sympathy was a great comfort -to me. After this time he began to bring me manuscript -copies, in very small writing and very much frayed, -of Púshkin’s poems—<i>Ode to Freedom</i>, <i>The Dagger</i>, and -of Ryléev’s <i>Thoughts</i>. These I used to copy out in secret; -and now I print them as openly as I please!</p> - -<p class='c008'>As a matter of course, my reading also changed. Politics -for me in future, and, above all, the history of the -French Revolution, which I knew only as described by -Mme. Provo. Among the books in our cellar I unearthed -a history of the period, written by a royalist; it was so -unfair that, even at fourteen, I could not believe it. I -had chanced to hear old Bouchot say that he was in Paris -during the Revolution; and I was very anxious to question -him. But Bouchot was a surly, taciturn man, with -spectacles over a large nose; he never indulged in any -needless conversation with me: he conjugated French -verbs, dictated examples, scolded me, and then took his -departure, leaning on his thick knotted stick.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>The old man did not like me: he thought me a mere -idler, because I prepared my lessons badly; and he often -said, “You will come to no good.” But when he discovered -my sympathy with his political views, he softened down -entirely, pardoned my mistakes, and told me stories of -the year ’93, and of his departure from France when -“profligates and cheats” got the upper hand. He never -smiled; he ended our lesson with the same dignity as -before, but now he said indulgently, “I really thought -you would come to no good, but your feelings do you -credit, and they will save you.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>To this encouragement and approval from my teachers -there was soon added a still warmer sympathy which had -a profound influence upon me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In a little town of the Government of Tver lived a -granddaughter of my father’s eldest brother. Her name -was Tatyana Kuchin. I had known her from childhood, -but we seldom met: once a year, at Christmas or Shrovetide, -she came to pay a visit to her aunt at Moscow. But -we had become close friends. Though five years my senior, -she was short for her age and looked no older than myself. -My chief reason for getting to like her was that -she was the first person to talk to me in a reasonable -way: I mean, she did not constantly express surprise at -my growth; she did not ask what lessons I did and -whether I did them well; whether I intended to enter -the Army, and, if so, what regiment; but she talked to -me as most sensible people talk to one another, though -she kept the little airs of superiority which all girls like -to show to boys a little younger than themselves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We corresponded, especially after the events of 1824; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>but letters mean paper and pen and recall the school-room -table with its ink-stains and decorations carved -with a penknife. I wanted to see her and to discuss our -new ideas; and it may be imagined with what delight I -heard that my cousin was to come in February (of 1826) -and to spend several months with us. I scratched a calendar -on my desk and struck off the days as they passed, -sometimes abstaining for a day or two, just to have the -satisfaction of striking out more at one time. In spite of -this, the time seemed very long; and when it came to an -end, her visit was postponed more than once; such is the -way of things.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One evening I was sitting in the school-room with -Protopópov. Over each item of instruction he took, as -usual, a sip of sour broth; he was explaining the hexameter -metre, ruthlessly hashing, with voice and hand, each -verse of Gnyéditch’s translation of the Iliad into its separate -feet. Suddenly, a sound unlike that of town sledges -came from the snow outside; I heard the faint tinkle of -harness-bells and the sound of voices out-of-doors. I -flushed up, lost all interest in the hashing process and the -wrath of Achilles, and rushed headlong to the front hall. -There was my cousin from Tver, wrapped up in furs, -shawls, and comforters, and wearing a hood and white -fur boots. Blushing red with frost and, perhaps, also with -joy, she ran into my arms.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Most people speak of their early youth, its joys and -sorrows, with a slightly condescending smile, as if they -wished to say, like the affected lady in Griboyédov’s play, -“How childish!” Children, when a few years are past, are -<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>ashamed of their toys, and this is right enough: they -want to be men and women, they grow so fast and change -so much, as they see by their jackets and the pages of -their lesson-books. But adults might surely realise that -childhood and the two or three years of youth are the -fullest part of life, the fairest, and the most truly our -own; and indeed they are possibly the most important -part, because they fix all that follows, though we are not -aware of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So long as a man moves modestly forwards, never stopping -and never reflecting, and until he comes to the edge -of a precipice or breaks his neck, he continues to believe -that his life lies ahead of him; and therefore he looks -down upon his past and is unable to appreciate the present. -But when experience has laid low the flowers of -spring and chilled the glow of summer—when he discovers -that life is practically over, and all that remains -a mere continuance of the past, then he feels differently -towards the brightness and warmth and beauty of early -recollections.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nature deceives us all with her endless tricks and devices: -she makes us a gift of youth, and then, when we -are grown up, asserts her mastery and snares us in a web -of relations, domestic and public, most of which we are -powerless to control; and, though we impart our personal -character to our actions, we do not possess our souls in -the same degree; the lyric element of personality is -weaker, and, with it, our feelings and capacity for enjoyment—all, -indeed, is weaker, except intelligence and will.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My cousin’s life was no bed of roses. She lost her mother -in childhood; her father was a passionate gambler, who, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>like all men who have gambling in their blood, was constantly -rich and poor by turns and ended by ruining -himself. What was left of his fortune he devoted to his -stud, which now became the object of all his thoughts -and desires. His only son, a good-natured cavalry officer, -was taking the shortest road to ruin: at the age of nineteen, -he was a more desperate gambler than his father.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the father was fifty, he married, for no obvious -reason, an old maid who was a teacher in the Smolny -Convent. She was the most typical specimen of a Petersburg -governess whom I had ever happened to meet: thin, -blonde, and very shortsighted, she looked the teacher and -the moralist all over. By no means stupid, she was full of -an icy enthusiasm in her talk, she abounded in commonplaces -about virtue and devotion, she knew history and -geography by heart, spoke French with repulsive correctness, -and concealed a high opinion of herself under an -artificial and Jesuitical humility. These traits are common -to all pedants in petticoats; but she had others peculiar -to the capital or the convent. Thus she raised tearful eyes -to heaven, when speaking of the visit of “the mother of us -all” (the Empress, Márya Fyódorovna<a id='r30' /><a href='#f30' class='c016'><sup>[30]</sup></a>); she was in -love with Tsar Alexander, and carried a locket or ring -containing a fragment of a letter from the Empress Elizabeth<a id='r31' /><a href='#f31' class='c016'><sup>[31]</sup></a>—“<i>il -a repris son sourire de bienveillance</i>!”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f30'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r30'>30</a>. </span>The wife of Paul and mother of Alexander I and Nicholas.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f31'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r31'>31</a>. </span>Elizabeth, daughter of Peter the Great, reigned from 1741 -to 1762. Probably <i>il</i> refers to her father.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>It is easy to imagine the harmonious trio that made up -this household: a card-playing father, passionately devoted -to horses and racing and noisy carouses in disreputable -company; a daughter brought up in complete independence -<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>and accustomed to do as she pleased in the house; -and a middle-aged blue-stocking suddenly converted into -a bride. As a matter of course, no love was lost between -the stepmother and stepdaughter. In general, real friendship -between a woman of thirty-five and a girl of seventeen -is impossible, unless the former is sufficiently unselfish -to renounce all claim to sex.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The common hostility between stepmothers and step-daughters -does not surprise me in the least: it is natural -and even moral. A new member of the household, who -usurps their mother’s place, provokes repulsion on the -part of the children. To them the second marriage is a -second funeral. The child’s love is revealed in this feeling, -and whispers to the orphan, “Your father’s wife is -not your mother.” At one time the Church understood -that a second marriage is inconsistent with the Christian -conception of marriage and the Christian dogma of immortality; -but she made constant concessions to the -world, and went too far, till she came up against the logic -of facts—the simple heart of the child who revolts against -the absurdity and refuses the name of mother to his -father’s second choice.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The woman too is in an awkward situation when she -comes away from the altar to find a family of children -ready-made: she has nothing to do with them, and has -to force feelings which she cannot possess; she is bound -to convince herself and the world, that other people’s -children are just as attractive to her as her own.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Consequently, I don’t blame either the convent-lady -or my cousin for their mutual dislike; but I understand -how a young girl unaccustomed to control was eager to -go wherever she could be free. Her father was now getting -<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>old and more submissive to his learned wife; her brother, -the officer, was behaving worse and worse; in fact, the -atmosphere at home was oppressive, and she finally induced -her stepmother to let her go on a visit to us, for -some months or possibly for a year.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The day after her arrival, my cousin turned my usual -routine, with the exception of my lessons, upside down. -With a high hand she fixed hours for us to read together, -advised me to stop reading novels, and recommended -Ségur’s <i>General History</i> and <i>The Travels of Anacharsis</i>.<a id='r32' /><a href='#f32' class='c016'><sup>[32]</sup></a> -From the ascetic point of view she opposed my strong -inclination to smoke on the sly—cigarettes were then unknown, -and I rolled the tobacco in paper myself: in general, -she liked to preach to me, and I listened meekly to -her sermons, if I did not profit by them. Fortunately, she -was not consistent: quite forgetting her own arrangements, -she read with me for amusement rather than instruction, -and often sent out a secret messenger in the -shape of a pantry-boy to buy buckwheat cakes in winter -or gooseberries in summer.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f32'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r32'>32</a>. </span><i>Voyage du jeune Anacharsis</i>, by the Abbé Barthélemy, published -in 1779. Ségur was a French historian (1753-1830).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I believe that her influence on me was very good. She -brought into my monastic life an element of warmth, and -this may have served to keep alive the enthusiasms that -were beginning to stir in my mind, when they might easily -have been smothered by my father’s ironical tone. I -learned to be attentive, to be nettled by a single word, -to care for a friend, and to feel affection; I learned also -to talk about feelings. In her I found support for my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>political ideas; she prophesied a remarkable future and -reputation for me, and I, with a child’s vanity, believed -her when she said I would one day be a Brutus or -Fabricius.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To me alone she confided the secret of her love for a -cavalry officer in a black jacket and dolman. It was -really a secret; for the officer, as he rode at the head of -his squadron, never suspected the pure little flame that -burnt for him in the breast of this young lady of eighteen. -Whether I envied him, I can’t say; probably I did, a little; -but I was proud of being chosen as her confidant, and I -imagined (under the influence of <i>Werther</i>) that this was -a tragic passion, fated to end in some great catastrophe -involving suicide by poison or the dagger. I even thought -at times of calling on the officer and telling him the whole -story.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My cousin brought shuttlecocks with her from home. -One of them had a pin stuck into it, and she always used -it in playing; if anyone else happened to get hold of it, -she took it away and said that no other suited her as well. -But the demon of mischief, which was always whispering -its temptations in my ear, tempted me to take out this -pin and stick it into another shuttlecock. The trick was -entirely successful: my cousin always chose the shuttlecock -with the pin in it. After a fortnight I told her what -I had done: she changed colour, burst out crying, and -ran to her own room. I was frightened and distressed; -after waiting half an hour I went to find her. Her door -was locked, and I asked her to open it. She refused, saying -that she was not well, and that I was an unkind, heartless -boy. Then I wrote a note in which I begged her to -forgive me, and after tea we made it up: I kissed her -<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>hand, and she embraced me and explained the full importance -of the incident. A year before, the officer had -dined at their house and played battledore with her afterwards; -and the marked shuttlecock had been used by -him. I felt very remorseful, as if I had committed a real -act of sacrilege.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My cousin stayed with us till October, when her father -summoned her home, promising to let her spend the next -summer with us in the country. We looked forward with -horror to the separation; and soon there came an autumn -day when a carriage arrived to fetch her, and her -maid carried down baskets and band-boxes, while our -servants put in provisions of all kinds, to last a week, and -crowded to the steps to say their good-byes. We exchanged -a close embrace, and both shed tears; the carriage -drove out into the street, turned into a side-street -close to the very shop where we used to buy the buckwheat -cakes, and disappeared. I took a turn in the court-yard, -but it seemed cold and unfriendly; my own room, -where I went next, seemed empty and cold too. I began -to prepare a lesson for Protopópov, and all the time I -was thinking, “Where is the carriage now? has it passed -the gates or not?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had one comfort: we should spend next June together -in the country.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I had a passionate love for the country, and our visits -there gave me new life. Forests, fields, and perfect freedom—all -this was a complete change to me, who had -grown up wrapped in cotton-wool, behind stone walls, -never daring to leave the house on any pretext without -asking leave, or without the escort of a footman.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>From spring onwards, I was always much exercised -by one question—shall we go to the country this year -or not? Every year my father said that he wished to see -the leaves open and would make an early start; but he -was never ready before July. One year he put off so long -that we never went at all. He sent orders every winter -that the country-house was to be prepared and heated, -but this was merely a deep device, that the head man and -ground-officer, fearing our speedy arrival, might pay more -attention to their duties.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It seemed that we were to go. My father said to my -uncle, that he should enjoy a rest in the country and -must see what was doing on the land; but still weeks went -by.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The prospect became brighter by degrees. Food supplies -were sent off—tea and sugar, grain of different kinds -and wine; then came another delay; but at last the head -man was ordered to send a certain number of peasants’ -horses on a fixed day. Joy! Joy! we are to go!</p> - -<p class='c008'>At that time I never thought of the trouble caused to -the peasants by the loss of four or five days at the busiest -time of the year. I was completely happy and made haste -to pack up my books and notebooks. The horses came, -and I listened with inward satisfaction to the sound of -their munching and snorting in the court. I took a lively -interest in the bustle of the drivers and the wrangles of -the servants, as they disputed where each should sit and -accommodate his belongings. Lights burnt all night in -the servants’ quarters: all were busy packing, or dragging -about boxes and bags, or putting on special clothes for -the journey, though it was not more than eighty <i>versts</i>. -My father’s valet was the most excited of the party: he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>realised all the importance of packing, pulled out in fury -all that others had put in, tore his hair with vexation, -and was quite impossible to approach.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the day itself my father got up no earlier than usual—indeed, -it seemed later—and took just as long over his -coffee; it was eleven o’clock before he gave the order to -put to the horses. First came a coach to hold four, drawn -by six of our own horses; this was followed by three or -sometimes four equipages—an open carriage, a britzka, -and either a large waggon or two carts; all these were -filled by the servants and their baggage, in addition to -the carts which had preceded us; and yet there was such -a squeeze that no one could sit in comfort.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>We stopped half-way, to dine and feed the horses, at -a large village, whose name of Perkhushkov may be -found in Napoleon’s bulletins. It belonged to a son of the -uncle, of whom I spoke in describing the division of the -property. The neglected manor-house stood near the high -road, which had dull flat fields on each side of it; but to -me even this dusty landscape was delightful after the confinement -of a town. The floors of the house were uneven, -and the steps of the staircase shook; our tread sounded -loud, and the walls echoed the noise, as if surprised by -visitors. The old furniture, prized as a rarity by its former -owner, was now spending its last days in banishment here. -I wandered, with eager curiosity, from room to room, -upstairs and downstairs, and finally into the kitchen. Our -cook was preparing a hasty meal for us, and looked discontented -and scornful; the bailiff was generally sitting -in the kitchen, a grey-haired man with a lump on his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>head. When the cook turned to him and complained of -the kitchen-range, the bailiff listened and said from time -to time, “Well, perhaps you’re right”; he looked uneasily -at all the stir in the house and clearly hoped we should -soon go away.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Dinner was served on special plates, made of tin or -Britannia metal, and bought for the purpose. Meanwhile -the horses were put to; and the hall was filled with those -who wished to pay their respects—former footmen, -spending their last days in pure air but on short commons, -and old women who had been pretty house-maids thirty -years ago, all the creeping and hopping population of -great houses, who, like the real locusts, devour the peasants’ -toil by no fault of their own. They brought with -them flaxen-haired children with bare feet and soiled -clothes; the children kept pushing forward, and the old -women kept pulling them back, and both made plenty of -noise. The women caught hold of me when they could -and expressed surprise at my growth in the same terms -every year. My father spoke a few words to them; some -tried to kiss his hand, but he never permitted it; others -made their bow; and then we went away.</p> - -<p class='c008'>By the edge of a wood our bailiff was waiting for us, -and he rode in front of us the last part of the way. A long -lime avenue led up to our house from the vicarage; at -the house we were met by the priest and his wife, the -sexton, the servants, and some peasants. An idiot, called -Pronka, was there too, the only self-respecting person; -for he kept on his dirty old hat, stood a little apart and -grinned, and started away whenever any of the newcomers -tried to approach him.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>I have seen few more charming spots than this estate -of Vasílevskoë. On one side, where the ground slopes, -there is a large village with a church and an old manor-house; -on the other side, where there is a hill and a -smaller village, was a new house built by my father. -From our windows there was a view for many miles: the -endless corn-fields spread like lakes, ruffled by the breeze; -manor-houses and villages with white churches were -visible here and there; forests of varying hues made a -semicircular frame for the picture; and the ribbon of the -Moscow River shone blue outside it. In the early morning -I used to push up my window as high as it would go, and -look, and listen, and drink in the air.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Yet I had a tenderness for the old manor-house too, -perhaps because it gave me my first taste of the country; -I had a passion for the long shady avenue which led up -to it, and the neglected garden. The house was falling -down, and a slender shapely birch-tree was growing out -of a crack in the hall floor. A willow avenue went to the -left, followed by reed-beds and white sand, all the way -to the river; about my twelfth year, I used to play the -whole morning on this sand and among the reeds. An -old gardener, bent and decrepit, was generally sitting in -front of the house, boiling fruit or straining mint-wine; -and he used to give me peas and beans to eat on the sly. -There were a number of rooks in the garden; they nested -in the tree-tops and flew round and round, cawing; sometimes, -especially towards evening, they rose up in hundreds -at a time, rousing others by their noise; sometimes -a single bird would fly quickly from tree to tree, amid -general silence. When night came on, some distant owl -<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>would cry like a child or burst out laughing; and, though -I feared those wild plaintive noises, yet I went and -listened.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The years when we did not stay at Vasílevskoë were -few and far between. On leaving, I always marked my -height on the wall near the balcony, and my first business -on arriving was to find out how much I had grown. But I -could measure more than mere bodily growth by this -place: the regular recurrence to the same surroundings -enabled me to detect the development of my mind. Different -books and different objects engaged my attention. -In 1823 I was still quite a child and took childish books -with me; and even these I left unread, taking more interest -in a hare and a squirrel that lived in a garret near -my room. My father allowed me, once every evening, to -fire off a small cannon, and this was one of my chief delights. -Of course, all the servants bore a hand in this occupation, -and grey-haired men of fifty were no less excited -than I was. In 1827 my books were Plutarch and Schiller; -early in the morning I sought the remotest part of the -wood, lay down under a tree, and read aloud, fancying -myself in the forests of Bohemia. Yet, all the same, I -paid much attention to a dyke which I and another boy -were making across a small stream, and I ran there ten -times a day to look at it and repair it. In 1829 and the -next year, I was writing a “philosophical” review of -Schiller’s <i>Wallenstein</i>, and the cannon was the only one -of my old amusements that still maintained its attraction.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But I had another pleasure as well as firing off the -cannon—the evenings in the country haunted me like a -passion, and I feel them still to be times of piety and -peace and poetry.... One of the last bright hours of my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>life also recalls to me an evening in the country. I was in -Italy, and <i>she</i> was with me. The sun was setting, solemn -and bright, in an ocean of fire, and melting into it. Suddenly -the rich crimson gave place to a sombre blue, and -smoke-coloured vapour covered all the sky; for in Italy -darkness comes on fast. We mounted our mules; riding -from Frascati to Rome, we had to pass through a small -village; lights were twinkling already here and there, all -was peace, the hoofs of the mules rang out on the stone, -a fresh dampish wind blew from the Apennines. At the -end of the village there was a small Madonna in a niche, -with a lamp burning before her; the village girls, coming -home from work with white kerchiefs over their heads, -knelt down and sang a hymn, and some begging <i>pifferari</i> -who were passing by added their voices. I was profoundly -impressed and much moved by the scene. We looked at -each other, and rode slowly on to the inn where our carriage -was waiting. When we got home, I described the -evenings I had spent at Vasílevskoë. What was it I described?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The shepherd cracks his long whip and plays on his -birch-bark pipe. I hear the lowing and bleating of the returning -animals, and the stamping of their feet on the -bridge. A barking dog scurries after a straggling sheep, -and the sheep breaks into a kind of wooden-legged gallop. -Then the voices of the girls, singing on their way from the -fields, come nearer and nearer; but the path takes a turn -to the right, and the sound dies away again. House-doors -open with creaking of the hinges, and the children come -out to meet their cows and sheep. Work is over. Children -play in the street or by the river, and their voices come -penetrating and clear over the water through the evening -<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>glow. The smell of burning passes from the corn-kilns -through the air; the soaking dew begins to spread like -smoke over the earth, the wind seems to walk audibly -over the trees, the sunset glow sends a last faint light over -the world—and Vyéra Artamónovna finds me under a -lime-tree, and scolds me, though she is not seriously -angry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What’s the meaning of this? Tea has long been served, -and everyone is there. I have looked and looked for you -everywhere till I’m tired out. I’m too old for all this running. -And what <i>do</i> you mean by lying on the wet grass? -You’ll have a cold to-morrow, I feel sure.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Never mind, never mind,” I would answer laughing; -“I shan’t have a cold, and I want no tea; but you must -steal me some cream, and mind you skim off the top of -the jug!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Really, I can’t find it in my heart to be angry with -you! But how dainty you are! I’ve got cream ready for -you, without your asking. Look how red the sky is! That’s -a sign of a good harvest.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And then I made off home, jumping and whistling as -I went.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>We never went back to Vasílevskoë after 1832, and my -father sold it during my banishment. In 1843 we were -staying in the country within twenty <i>versts</i> of the old -home and I could not resist paying it a visit. We drove -along the familiar road, past the pine-wood and the hill -covered with nut bushes, till we came to the ford which -had given me such delight twenty years ago—I remembered -the splashing water, the crunching sound of the -pebbles, the coachmen shouting at the jibbing horses. At -<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>last we reached the village and the priest’s house; there -was the bench where the priest used to sit, wearing his -brown cassock—a simple kindly man who was always -chewing something and always in a perspiration; and -then the estate-office where Vassíli Epifánov made out his -accounts; never quite sober, he sat crouching over the -paper, holding his pen very low down and tucking his -third finger away behind it. The priest was dead, and -Vassíli Epifánov, not sober yet, was making out accounts -somewhere else. The village head man was in the fields, -but we found his wife at their cottage.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Changes had taken place in the interval. A new manor-house -had been built on the hill, and a new garden laid -out round it. Returning past the church and churchyard, -we met a poor deformed object, creeping, as it seemed, -on all-fours. It signed to me, and I went close to it. It -was an old woman, bent, paralysed, and half-crazy; she -used to live on charity and work in the old priest’s garden; -she was now about seventy, and her, of all people, -death had spared! She knew me and shed tears, shaking -her head and saying: “How old you have grown! I only -knew you by your walk. And me—but there’s no use -talking about me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>As we drove home, I saw the head man, the same as -in our time, standing in a field some way off. He did not -recognise me at first; but when we were past, he made -out who I was, took off his hat, and bowed low. A little -further on, I turned round, and Grigóri Gorski—that -was the head man’s name—was standing on the same -spot and watching our carriage. That tall bearded figure, -bowing in the harvest field, was a link with the past; but -Vasílevskoë had ceased to be ours.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER IV</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>My Friend Niko and the Sparrow Hills.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>SOME time in the year 1824 I was walking one day -with my father along the Moscow River, on the -far side of the Sparrow Hills; and there we met a -French tutor whom we knew. He had nothing on but -his shirt, was obviously in great alarm, and was calling -out, “Help! Help!” Before our friend had time to pull -off his shirt or pull on his trousers, a Cossack ran down -from the Sparrow Hills, hurled himself into the water, -and disappeared. In another moment he reappeared, -grasping a miserable little object, whose head and hands -shook like clothes hung out to dry; he placed this burden -on the bank and said, “A shaking will soon bring him -round.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The bystanders collected fifty <i>roubles</i> for the rescuer. -The Cossack made no pretences but said very honestly, -“It’s a sin to take money for a thing like that; for he -gave me no trouble, no more than a cat, to pull him out. -But,” he added, “though I don’t ask for money, if I’m -offered it, I may as well take it. I’m a poor man. So thank -<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>you kindly.” Then he tied up the money in his handkerchief -and went back to his horses grazing on the hill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father asked the man’s name and wrote next day -to tell his commanding officer of his gallantry; and the -Cossack was promoted to be a corporal. A few months -later the Cossack appeared at our house and brought a -companion, a German with a fair curling wig, pock-marked, -and scented. This was the drowning man, who -had come to return thanks on behalf of the Cossack; -and he visited us afterwards from time to time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Karl Sonnenberg had taught boys German in several -families, and was now employed by a distant relation of -my father’s, who had confided to him the bodily health -and German pronunciation of his son. This boy, Nikolai -Ogaryóv, whom Sonnenberg always called Niko, attracted -me. There was something kind, gentle, and thoughtful -about him; he was quite unlike the other boys whom I -was in the way of seeing. Yet our intimacy ripened slowly: -he was silent and thoughtful, I was lively and feared to -trouble him by my liveliness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Niko had lost his mother in infancy, and his grandmother -died about the time when my cousin Tatyana left -us and went home. Their household was in confusion, -and Sonnenberg, who had really nothing to do, made out -that he was terribly busy; so he brought the boy to our -house in the morning and asked if we would keep him -for the whole day. Niko was frightened and sad; I suppose -he loved his grandmother.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After sitting together for some time, I proposed that -we should read Schiller. I was soon astonished by the -similarity of our tastes: he knew by heart much more -than I did, and my favourite passages were those he knew -<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>best; we soon shut the book, and each began to explore -the other’s mind for common interests.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He too was familiar with the unprinted poems of Púshkin -and Ryléev;<a id='r33' /><a href='#f33' class='c016'><sup>[33]</sup></a> the difference from the empty-headed -boys whom I sometimes met was surprising. His heart -beat to the same tune as mine; he too had cut the painter -that bound him to the sullen old shore of conservatism; -our business was to push off with a will; and we decided, -perhaps on that very first day, to act in support of the -Crown Prince Constantine!</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f33'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r33'>33</a>. </span>One of the five Decembrists who were hanged when the -revolt was suppressed.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>This was our first long conversation. Sonnenberg was -always in our way, persistent as a fly in autumn and spoiling -all our talk by his presence. He was constantly interfering, -criticising without understanding, putting the -collar of Niko’s shirt to rights, or in a hurry to go home; -in short, he was thoroughly objectionable. But, before -a month was over, it was impossible for my friend and -me to pass two days without meeting or writing; I, who -was naturally impulsive, became more and more attached -to Niko, and he had a less demonstrative but deep love -for me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From the very first, our friendship was bound to take -a serious turn. I cannot remember that we thought much -of amusement, especially when we were alone. I don’t -mean that we sat still always; after all, we were boys, and -we laughed and played the fool and teased Sonnenberg -and shot with a bow in our court-yard. But our friendship -was not founded on mere idle companionship: we -were united, not only by equality of age and “chemical” -affinity, but by a common religion. Nothing in the world -<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>has more power to purify and elevate that time of life, -nothing preserves it better, than a strong interest in -humanity at large. We respected, in ourselves, our own -future; we regarded one another as chosen vessels, with -a fixed task before us.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We often took walks into the country; our favourite -haunts were the Sparrow Hills, and the fields outside the -Dragomirovsky Gate. Accompanied by Sonnenberg, he -used to come for me at six or seven in the morning; and -if I was still asleep, he used to throw sand or pebbles at -my window. I woke up joyfully and hastened to join him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These morning walks had been started by the activity -of Sonnenberg. My friend had been brought up under a -<i>dyádka</i>,<a id='r34' /><a href='#f34' class='c016'><sup>[34]</sup></a> in the manner traditional in noble Russian -families, till Sonnenberg came. The influence of the -<i>dyádka</i> waned at once, and the oligarchy of the servants’ -hall had to grin and bear it: they realised that they were -no match for the “accursed German” who was permitted -to dine with the family. Sonnenberg’s reforms were radical: -the <i>dyádka</i> even wept when the German took his -young master in person to a shop to buy ready-made -boots. Just like the reforms of Peter the Great, Sonnenberg’s -reforms bore a military character even in matters -of the least warlike nature. It does not follow from this -that Sonnenberg’s narrow shoulders were ever covered by -epaulettes, plain or laced—nature has constructed the -German on such a plan, that, unless he is a philologer or -theologian and therefore utterly indifferent to personal -neatness, he is invariably military, whatever civilian -sphere he may adorn. Hence Sonnenberg liked tight -clothes, closely buttoned and belted in at the waist; and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>hence he was a strict observer of rules approved by himself. -He had made it a rule to get up at six in the morning; -therefore he made his pupil get up one minute before -six or, at latest, one minute after it, and took him out into -the fresh air every morning.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f34'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r34'>34</a>. </span>See note to p. 55.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The Sparrow Hills, at the foot of which Sonnenberg had -been so nearly drowned, soon became to us a Holy Place.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One day after dinner, my father proposed to take a -drive into the country, and, as Niko was in the house, -invited him and Sonnenberg to join us. These drives were -no joke. Though the carriage was made by Iochim, most -famous of coachmakers, it had been used, if not severely, -for fifteen years till it had become old and ugly, and it -weighed more than a siege mortar, so that we took an -hour or more to get outside the city-gates. Our four -horses, ill-matched both in size and colour, underworked -and overfed, were covered with sweat and lather in a -quarter of an hour; and the coachman, knowing that -this was forbidden, had to keep them at a walk. However -hot it was, the windows were generally kept shut. To all -this you must add the steady pressure of my father’s eye -and Sonnenberg’s perpetual fussy interference; and yet -we boys were glad to endure it all, in order that we might -be together.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We crossed the Moscow River by a ferry at the very -place where the Cossack pulled Sonnenberg out of the -water. My father walked along with gloomy aspect and -stooping figure, as always, while Sonnenberg trotted at -his side and tried to amuse him with scandal and gossip. -We two walked on in front till we had got a good lead; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>then we ran off to the site of Vitberg’s cathedral<a id='r35' /><a href='#f35' class='c016'><sup>[35]</sup></a> on -the Sparrow Hills.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f35'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r35'>35</a>. </span>See part II, chap. IX.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Panting and flushed, we stood there and wiped our -brows. The sun was setting, the cupolas of Moscow glittered -in his rays, the city at the foot of the hill spread -beyond our vision, a fresh breeze fanned our cheeks. We -stood there leaning against each other; then suddenly -we embraced and, as we looked down upon the great city, -swore to devote our lives to the struggle we had undertaken.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such an action may seem very affected and theatrical -on our part; but when I recall it, twenty-six years after, -it affects me to tears. That it was absolutely sincere has -been proved by the whole course of our lives. But all vows -taken on that spot are evidently doomed to the same -fate: the Emperor Alexander also acted sincerely when -he laid the first stone of the cathedral there, but the first -stone was also the last.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We did not know the full power of our adversary, but -still we threw down the glove. Power dealt us many a -shrewd blow, but we never surrendered to it, and it was -not power that crushed us. The scars inflicted by power -are honourable; the strained thigh of Jacob was a sign -that he had wrestled with God in the night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From that day the Sparrow Hills became a place of -pilgrimage for us: once or twice a year we walked there, -and always by ourselves. There, five years later, Ogaryóv -asked me with a modest diffidence whether I believed in -his poetic gift. And in 1833 he wrote to me from the -country:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Since I left Moscow, I have felt sad, sadder than I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>ever was in my life. I am always thinking of the Sparrow -Hills. I long kept my transports hidden in my heart; shyness -or some other feeling prevented me from speaking -of them. But on the Sparrow Hills these transports were -not lessened by solitude: you shared them with me, and -those moments are unforgettable; like recollections of -bygone happiness, they pursued me on my journey, -though I passed no hills but only forests.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Tell the world,” he ended, “how our lives (yours and -mine) took shape on the Sparrow Hills.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Five more years passed, and I was far from those Hills, -but their Prometheus, Alexander Vitberg, was near me, -a sorrowful and gloomy figure. After my return to -Moscow, I visited the place again in 1842; again I stood -by the foundation-stone and surveyed the same scene; -and a companion was with me—but it was not my friend.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>After 1827 we two were inseparable. In every recollection -of that time, whether detailed or general, <i>he</i> is always -prominent, with the face of opening manhood, with his -love for me. He was early marked with that sign of consecration -which is given to few, and which, for weal or for -woe, separates a man from the crowd. A large oil-painting -of Ogaryóv was made about that time and long remained -in his father’s house. I often stopped in front of it and -looked long at it. He was painted with a loose open collar: -the artist has caught successfully the luxuriant chestnut -hair, the fleeting beauty of youth on the irregular features, -and the somewhat swarthy complexion. The canvas preserves -the serious aspect which precedes hard intellectual -work. The vague sorrow and extreme gentleness which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>shine from the large grey eyes, give promise of great -power of sympathy; and that promise was fulfilled. The -portrait was given to me. A lady, not related to Ogaryóv, -afterwards got hold of it; perhaps she will see these lines -and restore it to me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I do not know why people dwell exclusively on recollections -of first love and say nothing about memories of -youthful friendship. First love is so fragrant, just because -it forgets difference of sex, because it is passionate friendship. -Friendship between young men has all the fervour -of love and all its characteristics—the same shy reluctance -to profane its feeling by speech, the same diffidence -and absolute devotion, the same pangs at parting, and -the same exclusive desire to stand alone without a rival.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had loved Niko long and passionately before I dared -to call him “friend”; and, when we were apart in summer, -I wrote in a postscript, “whether I am your friend -or not, I don’t know yet.” He was the first to use “thou” -in writing to me; and he called me Damon before I called -him Pythias.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Smile, if you please, but let it be a kindly smile, such -as men smile when recalling their own fifteenth year. -Perhaps it would be better to ask, “Was I like that in my -prime?” and to thank your stars, if you ever <i>had</i> a prime, -and to thank them doubly, if you had a friend to share it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The language of that time seems to us affected and -bookish. We have travelled far from its passing enthusiasms -and one-sided partisanships, which suddenly give -place to feeble sentimentality or childish laughter. In a -man of thirty it would be absurd, like the famous <i>Bettina -will schlafen</i>;<a id='r36' /><a href='#f36' class='c016'><sup>[36]</sup></a> but, in its own season, this language of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>adolescence, this <i>jargon de la puberté</i>, this breaking of -the soul’s voice—all this is quite sincere, and even its -bookish flavour is natural to the age which knows theory -and is ignorant of practice.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f36'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r36'>36</a>. </span>This must refer to Bettina von Arnim’s first interview -with Goethe at Weimar in April, 1807. She writes that she sprang into -Goethe’s arms and slept there. The poet was then 58, and Bettina had -ceased to be a child.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Schiller remained our favourite; the characters in his -plays were real for us; we discussed them and loved or -hated them as living beings and not as people in a book. -And more than that—we identified ourselves with them. I -was rather distressed that Niko was too fond of Fiesco, -and wrote to say that behind every Fiesco stands a Verina. -My own ideal was Karl Moor, but I soon deserted him -and adopted the Marquis Posa instead.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Thus it was that Ogaryóv and I entered upon life hand -in hand. We walked in confidence and pride; without -counting the cost, we answered every summons and surrendered -ourselves sincerely to each generous impulse. -The path we chose was not easy; but we never once left -it; wounded and broken, we still went on, and no one out-stripped -us on the way. I have reached, not our goal but -the place where the road turns downhill, and I seek instinctively -for your arm, my friend, that I may press it -and say with a sad smile as we go down together, “So -this is all!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile, in the wearisome leisure to which I am -condemned by circumstances, as I find in myself neither -strength nor vigour for fresh toil, I am recording <i>our</i> -recollections.<a id='r37' /><a href='#f37' class='c016'><sup>[37]</sup></a> Much of what bound us so closely has -<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>found a place in these pages, and I give them to you. For -you they have a double meaning, the meaning of epitaphs, -on which we meet with familiar names.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f37'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r37'>37</a>. </span>This was written in 1853.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>But it is surely an odd reflection, that, if Sonnenberg -had learned to swim or been drowned when he fell into -the river, or if he had been pulled out by some ordinary -private and not by that Cossack, we should never have -met; or, if we had, it would have been at a later time and -in a different way—not in the little room of our old house -where we smoked our first cigars, and where we drew -strength from one another for our first long step on the -path of life.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER V</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>Details of Home Life—Men of the Eighteenth Century in Russia—A -Day at Home—Guests and Visitors—Sonnenberg—Servants.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>THE dulness and monotony of our house became -more intolerable with every year. But for the -prospect of University life, my new friendship, -my interest in politics, and my lively turn of character, -I must either have run away or died of the life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father was seldom cheerful; as a rule he was dissatisfied -with everyone and everything. He was a man of -unusual intelligence and powers of observation, who had -seen and heard a great deal and remembered it; he was -a finished man of the world and could be exceedingly -pleasant and interesting; but he did not choose to be so, -and sank deeper and deeper into a state of morbid solitude.</p> - -<p class='c008'>What precisely it was that infused so much bile and -bitterness into his blood, it is hard to say. No period of -passion, of great misfortunes, mistakes, and losses, had -ever taken place in his life. I could never fully understand -the source of that bitter scorn and irritation which -filled his heart, of his distrust and avoidance of mankind, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>and of the disgust that preyed upon him. Perhaps he took -with him to the grave some recollection which he never -confided to any ear; perhaps it was merely due to the -combination of two things so incongruous as the eighteenth -century and Russian life; and there was a third factor, -the traditional idleness of his class, which had a terrible -power of producing unreasonable tempers.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In Europe, especially in France, the eighteenth century -produced an extraordinary type of man, which combined -all the weaknesses of the Regency with all the strength of -Spartans or Romans. Half like Faublas and half like -Regulus, these men opened wide the doors of revolution -and were the first to rush into it, jostling one another in -their haste to pass out by the “window” of the guillotine. -Our age has ceased to produce those strong, complete -natures; but last century evoked them everywhere, even -in countries where they were not needed and where their -development was bound to be distorted. In Russia, men -who were exposed to the influence of this powerful European -current, did not make history, but they became unlike -other men. Foreigners at home and foreigners abroad, -spoilt for Russia by European prejudices and for Europe -by Russian habits, they were a living contradiction in -terms and sank into an artificial life of sensual enjoyment -and monstrous egoism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such was the most conspicuous figure at Moscow in -those days, Prince Yusúpov, a Tatar prince, a <i>grand -seigneur</i> of European reputation, and a Russian grandee -of brilliant intellect and great fortune. He was surrounded -by a whole pleiad of grey-haired Don Juans and freethinkers—such -<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>men as Masalski, Santi, and the rest. -They were all men of considerable mental development -and culture; but they had nothing to do, and they rushed -after pleasure, loved and petted their precious selves, -genially gave themselves absolution for all transgressions, -exalted the love of eating to the height of a Platonic -passion, and lowered love for women into a kind of gluttonous -epicureanism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Old Yusúpov was a sceptic and a <i>bon-vivant</i>; he had -been the friend of Voltaire and Beaumarchais, of Diderot -and Casti; and his artistic taste was beyond question. -You may convince yourself of this by a single visit to -his palace outside Moscow and a glance at his pictures, -if his heir has not sold them yet by auction. At eighty, -this luminary was setting in splendour, surrounded by -beauty in marble and colour, and also in flesh and blood. -Púshkin, who dedicated a noble Epistle to him,<a id='r38' /><a href='#f38' class='c016'><sup>[38]</sup></a> used to -converse with Yusúpov in his country-house; and Gonzaga, -to whom Yusúpov dedicated his theatre, used to -paint there.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f38'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r38'>38</a>. </span><i>To a Great Man</i> (1830).</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>By his education and service in the Guards, by his birth -and connexions, my father belonged to the same circle; -but neither temperament nor health allowed him to lead -a life of dissipation to the age of seventy, and he went -to the opposite extreme. He determined to secure a life -of solitude, and found it intensely tedious—all the more -tedious because he had sought it merely for his own sake. -A strong will was degraded into stubborn wilfulness, and -unused powers spoilt his temper and made it difficult.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>At the time of his education European civilisation was -so new in Russia that a man of culture necessarily became -less of a Russian. To the end of his life he wrote French -with more ease and correctness than Russian, and he -literally never read a Russian book, not even the Bible. -The Bible, indeed, he did not read even in other languages; -he knew, by hearsay and from extracts, the matter -of Holy Scripture in general, and felt no curiosity to -examine further. He did respect Derzhávin and Krylóv, -the first because he had written an ode on the death of -his uncle, Prince Meshcherski, and the latter, because -they had acted together as seconds in a duel. When my -father heard that the Emperor Alexander was reading -Karamzín’s <i>History of the Russian Empire</i>, he tried it -himself but soon laid it aside: “Nothing but old Slavonic -names! Who can take an interest in all that?”—such was -his disparaging criticism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His contempt for mankind was unconcealed and without -exceptions. Never, under any circumstances, did he -rely on anyone, and I don’t remember that he ever preferred -a considerable request in any quarter; and he -never did anything to oblige other people. All he asked of -others was to maintain appearances: <i>les apparences, les -convenances</i>—his moral code consisted of these alone. -He excused much, or rather shut his eyes to much: but -any breach of decent forms enraged him to such a degree -that he became incapable of the least indulgence or sympathy. -I puzzled so long over this unfairness that I ended -by understanding it: he was convinced beforehand that -any man is capable of any bad action, and refrains from -it only because it does not pay, or for want of opportunity; -but in any breach of politeness he found personal -<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>offence, and disrespect to himself, or “middle-class breeding,” -which, in his opinion, excluded a man from all -decent society.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The heart of man,” he used to say, “is hidden, and -nobody knows what another man feels. I have too much -business of my own to attend to other people, let alone -judging their motives. But I cannot live in the same room -with an ill-bred man: he offends me, <i>il me froisse</i>. Otherwise -he may be the best man in the world; if so, he will -go to Heaven; but I have no use for him. The most important -thing in life, more important than soaring intellect -or erudition, is <i>savoir vivre</i>, to do the right thing always, -never to thrust yourself forward, to be perfectly polite to -everyone and familiar with nobody.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>All impulsiveness and frankness my father disliked and -called familiarity; and all display of feeling passed with -him for sentimentality. He regularly represented himself -as superior to all such trivialities; but what that higher -object was, for the sake of which he sacrificed his feelings, -I have no idea. And when this proud old man, with -his clear understanding and sincere contempt of mankind, -played this part of a passionless judge, whom did he mean -to impress by the performance? A woman whose will he -had broken, though she never tried to oppose him; a boy -whom his own treatment drove from mere naughtiness to -positive disobedience; and a score of footmen whom he -did not reckon as human beings!</p> - -<p class='c008'>And how much strength and endurance was spent for -this object, how much persistence! How surprising the -consistency with which the part was played to the very -end, in spite of old age and disease! The heart of man is -indeed hidden.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>At the time of my arrest, and later when I was going -into exile, I saw that the old man’s heart was much more -open than I supposed to love and even to tenderness. But -I never thanked him for this; for I did not know how he -would have taken my thanks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As a matter of course, he was not happy. Always on -his guard, discontented with everyone, he suffered when -he saw the feelings he inspired in every member of the -household. Smiles died away and talk stopped whenever -he came into the room. He spoke of this with mockery -and resented it; but he made no concession whatever -and went his own way with steady perseverance. Stinging -mockery and cool contemptuous irony were the weapons -which he could wield with the skill of an artist, and he -used them equally against us and against the servants. -There are few things that a growing boy resents more; -and, in fact, up to the time of my imprisonment I was on -bad terms with my father and carried on a petty warfare -against him, with the men and maids for my allies.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>For the rest, he had convinced himself that he was dangerously -ill, and was constantly under treatment. He had -a doctor resident in the house and was visited by two or -three other physicians; and at least three consultations -took place each year. His sour looks and constant complaints -of his health (which was not really so bad) soon -reduced the number of our visitors. He resented this; yet -he never remonstrated or invited any friend to the house. -An air of terrible boredom reigned in our house, especially -in the endless winter evenings. The whole suite -of drawing-rooms was lit up by a single pair of lamps; and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>there the old man walked up and down, a stooping figure -with his hands behind his back; he wore cloth boots, a -velvet skull-cap, and a warm jacket of white lamb-skin; -he never spoke a word, and three or four brown dogs -walked up and down with him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As melancholy grew on him, so did his wish to save, but -it was entirely misapplied. His management of his land -was not beneficial either to himself or to his serfs. The -head man and his underlings robbed both their master and -the peasants. In certain matters there was strict economy: -candle-ends were saved and light French wine was replaced -by sour wine from the Crimea; on the other hand, -a whole forest was felled without his knowledge on one -estate, and he paid the market price for his own oats on -another. There were men whom he permitted to steal; -thus a peasant, whom he made collector of the <i>obrók</i> at -Moscow, and who was sent every summer to the country, -to report on the head man and the farm-work, the garden -and the timber, grew rich enough to buy a house in -Moscow after ten years’ service. From childhood I hated -this factotum: I was present once when he thrashed an -old peasant in our court-yard; in my fury I caught him -by the beard and nearly fainted myself. From that time -I could never bear the sight of him. He died in 1845. -Several times I asked my father where this man got the -money to buy a house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The result of sober habits,” he said; “that man never -took a drop in his life.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Every year about Shrovetide our peasants from the Government -of Penza brought their payments in kind to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>Moscow. It was a fortnight’s journey for the carts, laden -with carcasses of pork, sucking-pigs, geese, chickens, rye, -eggs, butter, and even linen. The arrival of the peasants -was a regular field-day for all our servants, who robbed -and cheated the visitors right and left, without any right -to do so. The coachman charged for the water their horses -drank, and the women charged for a warm place by the -fire, while the aristocrats of the servants’ hall expected -each to get a sucking-pig and a piece of cloth, or a goose -and some pounds of butter. While the peasants remained -in the court-yard, the servants feasted continuously: soup -was always boiling and sucking-pigs roasting, and the -servants’ hall reeked perpetually of onions, burning fat, -and bad whiskey. During the last two days Bakai never -came into the hall, but sat in the kitchen-passage, dressed -in an old livery overcoat, without jacket or waistcoat -underneath it; and other servants grew older visibly and -darker in complexion. All this my father endured calmly -enough, knowing that it must be so and that reform was -impossible.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These provisions always arrived in a frozen condition, -and thereupon my father summoned his cook Spiridon -and sent him to the markets to enquire about prices. The -cook reported astonishingly low figures, lower by half -than was actually offered. My father called him a fool -and sent for his factotum and a dealer in fruit named -Slepushkin. Both expressed horror at the cook’s figures, -made enquiries, and quoted prices a little higher. Finally -Slepushkin offered to take the whole in a lump—eggs, -sucking-pigs, butter, rye, and all,—“to save you, <i>bátyushka</i>, -from further worry.” The price he offered was -of course a trifle higher than the cook had mentioned. My -<span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>father consented: to celebrate the occasion, Slepushkin -presented him with some oranges and gingerbread, and -the cook with a note for 200 <i>roubles</i>. And the most extraordinary -part of this transaction was that it was repeated -exactly every year.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Slepushkin enjoyed my father’s favour and often -borrowed money of him; and the strange way in which -he did it showed his profound knowledge of my father’s -character.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He would borrow 500 <i>roubles</i> for two months, and two -days before payment was due, he would present himself -at our house, carrying a currant-loaf on a dish and 500 -<i>roubles</i> on the top of the loaf. My father took the money, -and the borrower bowed low and begged, though unsuccessfully, -to kiss his benefactor’s hand. But Slepushkin -would turn up again a week later and ask for a loan of -1,500 <i>roubles</i>. He got it and again paid his debt on the -nail; and my father considered him a pattern of honesty. -A week later, Slepushkin would borrow a still larger sum. -Thus in the course of a year he secured 5,000 <i>roubles</i> in -ready money to use in his business; and for this he paid, -by way of interest, a couple of currant-loaves, a few -pounds of figs and walnuts, and perhaps a hundred -oranges and Crimean apples.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I shall end this subject by relating how my father lost -nearly a thousand acres of valuable timber on one of the -estates which had come to him from his brother, the -Senator.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the forties Count Orlóv, wishing to buy land for -his sons, offered a price for this estate, which was in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>Government of Tver. The parties came to terms, and it -seemed that the transaction was complete. But when the -Count went to examine his purchase, he wrote to my -father that a forest marked upon the plan of the estate -had simply disappeared.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There!” said my father, “Orlóv is a clever man of -course; he was involved in the conspiracy too.<a id='r39' /><a href='#f39' class='c016'><sup>[39]</sup></a> He has -written a book on finance; but when it comes to business, -he is clearly no good. Necker<a id='r40' /><a href='#f40' class='c016'><sup>[40]</sup></a> over again! I shall send -a friend of my own to look at the place, not a conspirator -but an honest man who understands business.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f39'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r39'>39</a>. </span>See p. <a href='#Page_207'>207</a>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f40'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r40'>40</a>. </span>Jacques Necker (1732-1804), Minister of Finance under -Louis XVI; the husband of Gibbon’s first love, and the father of Mme. -de Staël.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>But alas! the honest man came back and reported that -the forest had disappeared; all that remained was a fringe -of trees, which made it impossible to detect the truth from -the high road or from the manor-house. After the division -between the brothers, my uncle had paid five visits to the -place, but had seen nothing!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>That our way of life may be thoroughly understood, -I shall describe a whole day from the beginning. They -were all alike, and this very monotony was the most -killing part of it all. Our life went on like an English -clock with the regulator put back—with a slow and steady -movement and a loud tick for each second.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At ten in the morning, the valet who sat in the room -next the bedroom, informed Vyéra Artamónovna, formerly -my nurse, that the master was getting up; and -she went off to prepare coffee, which my father drank -alone in his study. The house now assumed a different -<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>aspect: the servants began to clean the rooms or at least -to make a pretence of doing something. The servants’ -hall, empty till then, began to fill up; and even Macbeth, -the big Newfoundland dog, sat down before the stove and -stared unwinkingly at the fire.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Over his coffee my father read the <i>Moscow Gazette</i> -and the <i>Journal de St. Petersburg</i>. It may be worth mentioning -that the newspapers were warmed to save his -hands from contact with the damp sheets, and that he -read the political news in the French version, finding it -clearer than the Russian. For some time he took in the -<i>Hamburg Gazette</i>, but could not pardon the Germans for -using German print; he often pointed out to me the difference -between French and German type, and said that the -curly tails of the Gothic letters tried his eyes. Then he -ordered the <i>Journal de Francfort</i> for a time, but finally -contented himself with the native product.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he had read the newspaper, he noticed for the -first time the presence of Sonnenberg in the room. When -Niko reached the age of fifteen, Sonnenberg professed to -start a shop; but having nothing to sell and no customers, -he gave it up, when he had spent such savings as he had -in this useful form of commerce; yet he still called himself -“a commercial agent.” He was then much over forty, -and at that pleasant age he lived like the fowls of the air -or a boy of fourteen; he never knew to-day where he -would sleep or how he would secure a dinner to-morrow. -He enjoyed my father’s favour to a certain extent: what -that amounted to, we shall see presently.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In 1840 my father bought the house next to ours, a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>larger and better house, with a garden, which had belonged -to Countess Rostopchín, wife of the famous governor -of Moscow. We moved into it. Then he bought a -third house, for no reason except that it was adjacent. -Two of these houses stood empty; they were never let -because tenants would give trouble and might cause fires—both -houses were insured, by the way—and they were -never repaired, so that both were in a fair way to fall -down. Sonnenberg was permitted to lodge in one of these -houses, but on conditions: (1) he must never open the -yard-gates after 10 p.m. (as the gates were never shut, -this was an easy condition); (2) he was to provide fire-wood -at his own expense (he did in fact buy it of our -coachman); and (3) he was to serve my father as a kind -of private secretary, coming in the morning to ask for -orders, dining with us, and returning in the evening, when -there was no company, to entertain his employer with conversation -and the news.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The duties of his place may seem simple enough; but -my father contrived to make it so bitter that even Sonnenberg -could not stand it continuously, though he was familiar -with all the privations that can befall a man with no -money and no sense, with a feeble body, a pock-marked -face, and German nationality. Every two years or so, the -secretary declared that his patience was at an end. He -packed up his traps, got together by purchase or barter -some odds and ends of disputable value and doubtful -quality, and started off for the Caucasus. Misfortune -dogged him relentlessly. Either his horse—he drove his -own horse as far as Tiflis and Redut-Kale—came down -with him in dangerous places inhabited by Don Cossacks; -or half his wares were stolen; or his two-wheeled cart -<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>broke down and his French scent-bottles wasted their -sweetness on the broken wheel at the foot of Mount -Elbruz; he was always losing something, and when he -had nothing else to lose, he lost his passport. Nearly a -year would pass, and then Sonnenberg, older, more unkempt, -and poorer than before, with fewer teeth and less -hair than ever, would turn up humbly at our house, with -a stock of Persian powder against fleas and bugs, faded -silk for dressing-gowns, and rusty Circassian daggers; -and down he settled once more in the empty house, to -buy his own fire-wood and run errands by way of rent.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>As soon as he noticed Sonnenberg, my father began a -little campaign at once. He acknowledged by a bow enquiries -as to his health; then he thought a little, and -asked (this just as an example of his methods), “Where -do you buy your hair-oil?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I should say that Sonnenberg, though the plainest of -men, thought himself a regular Don Juan: he was careful -about his clothes and wore a curling wig of a golden-yellow -colour.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I buy it of Buis, on the Kuznetsky Bridge,” he answered -abruptly, rather nettled; and then he placed one -foot on the other, like a man prepared to defend himself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What do you call that scent?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Night-violet,” was the answer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The man is cheating you. Violet is a delicate scent, -but this stuff is strong and unpleasant, the sort of thing -embalmers use for dead bodies. In the weak condition of -my nerves, it makes me feel ill. Please tell them to bring -me some eau-de-cologne.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>Sonnenberg made off himself to fetch the bottle.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, no! you’d better call someone. If you come nearer -me yourself, I shall faint.” Sonnenberg, who counted on -his hair-oil to captivate the maids, was deeply injured.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he had sprinkled the room with eau-de-cologne, -my father set about inventing errands: there was French -snuff and English magnesia to be ordered, and a carriage -advertised for sale to be looked at—not that my father -ever bought anything. Then Sonnenberg bowed and disappeared -till dinner-time, heartily glad to get away.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The next to appear on the scene was the cook. Whatever -he had bought or put on the slate, my father always -objected to the price.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Dear, dear! how high prices are! Is nothing coming -in from the country?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, indeed, Sir,” answered the cook; “the roads are -very bad just now.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, you and I must buy less, until they’re mended.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Next he sat down at his writing table, where he wrote -orders for his bailiff or examined his accounts, and scolded -me in the intervals of business. He consulted his doctor -also; but his chief occupation was to quarrel with his -valet, Nikíta. Nikíta was a perfect martyr. He was a -short, red-faced man with a hot temper, and might have -been created on purpose to annoy my father and draw -down reproofs upon himself. The scenes that took place -between the two every day might have furnished material -for a comedy, but it was all serious to them. Knowing -that the man was indispensable to him, my father often -put up with his rudeness; yet, in spite of thirty years of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>complete failure, he still persisted in lecturing him for -his faults. The valet would have found the life unendurable, -if he had not possessed one means of relief: he was -generally tipsy by dinner-time. My father, though this did -not escape him, did not go beyond indirect allusions to -the subject: for instance, he would say that a piece of -brown bread and salt prevented a man from smelling -of spirits. When Nikita had taken too much, he shuffled -his feet in a peculiar way while handing the dishes; and -my father, on noticing this, used to invent a message for -him at once; for instance, he would send him to the barber’s -to ask if he had changed his address. Then he would -say to me in French: “I know he won’t go; but he’s not -sober; he might drop a soup plate and stain the cloth -and give me a start. Let him take a turn; the fresh air -will do him good.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>On these occasions, the valet generally made some -reply, or, if not, muttered to himself as he left the room. -Then the master called him back with unruffled composure, -and asked him, “What did you say to me?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I said nothing at all to you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Then who are you talking to? Except you and me, -there is nobody in this room or the next.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I was talking to myself.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A very dangerous thing: madness often begins in -that way.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The valet went off in a fury to his room, which was -next to his master’s bedroom. There he read the <i>Moscow -Gazette</i> and made wigs for sale. Probably to relieve his -feelings, he took snuff furiously, and the snuff was so -strong or the membrane of his nose so weak, that he always -sneezed six or seven times after a pinch.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>The master’s bell rang and the valet threw down the -hair in his hands and answered the bell.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Is that you sneezing?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, Sir.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Then, bless you!”—and a motion of the hand dismissed -the valet.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>On the eve of each Ash Wednesday all the servants -came, according to the old custom, to ask pardon of their -master for offences; and on these solemn occasions my -father came into the drawing-room accompanied by his -valet. He always pretended that he could not recognise -some of the people.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who is that decent old man, standing in that corner?” -he would ask the valet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Danilo, the coachman,” was the impatient answer; for -Nikita knew this was all play-acting.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Dear, dear! how changed he is! I really believe it is -drinking too much that ages them so fast. What does he -do now?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He drives fire-wood.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father made a face as if he were suffering severe -pain. “Drives wood? What do you mean? Wood is not -driven, it is conveyed in a cart. Thirty years might have -taught you to speak better.... Well, Danilo, God in -His mercy has permitted me to meet you yet another -year. I pardon you all your offences throughout the year, -your waste of my oats and your neglect of my horses; -and you must pardon me. Go on with your work while -strength lasts; and now that Lent is beginning, I advise -<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>you to take rather less spirits: at our years it is bad for -the health, and the Church forbids it.” This was the kind -of way in which he spoke to them all on this occasion.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>We dined at four: the dinner lasted a long time and was -very tiresome. Spiridon was an excellent cook; but his -parsimony as well as my father’s made the meal rather -unsatisfying, though there were a number of courses. My -father used to put bits for the dogs in a red jar that stood -beside his place; he also fed them off his fork, a proceeding -which was deeply resented by the servants and therefore -by myself also; but I do not know why.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Visitors, rare in general, were especially rare at dinner. -I only remember one, whose appearance at the table had -power at times to smoothe the frown from my father’s -face, General Nikolai Bakhmétyev. He had given up -active service long ago; but he and my father had been -gay young subalterns together in the Guards, in the time -of Catherine; and, while her son was on the throne, both -had been court-martialled, Bakhmétyev for fighting a duel, -and my father for acting as a second. Later, the one had -gone off to foreign parts as a tourist, the other to Ufá as -Governor. Bakhmétyev was a big man, healthy and handsome -even in old age: he enjoyed his dinner and his glass -of wine, he enjoyed cheerful conversation, and other -things as well. He boasted that in his day he had eaten -a hundred meat patties at a sitting; and, at sixty, he -could eat a dozen buckwheat cakes swimming in a pool -of butter, with no fear of consequences. I witnessed his -feats of this kind more than once.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He had some faint influence over my father and could -<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>control him to some extent. When he saw that his friend -was in too bad a temper, he would put on his hat and -march away. “I’m off for the present,” he would say; -“you’re not well, and dull to-night. I meant to dine with -you but I can’t stand sour faces at my dinner. <i>Gehorsamer -Diener!</i>” Then my father would say to me, by way of -explanation: “What life there is in that old man yet! He -may thank God for his good health; he can’t feel for -poor sufferers like me; in this awful frost he rushes about -in his sledge and thinks nothing of it, at this season; but -I thank my Creator every morning for waking up with -the breath still in my body. There is truth in the proverb—it’s -ill talking between a full man and a fasting.” More -indulgence than this it was impossible to expect from my -father.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Family dinners were given occasionally to near relations, -but these entertainments proceeded rather from -deep design than from mere warmth of heart. Thus my -uncle, the Senator, was always invited to a party at our -house for his birthday, February 20, and we were invited -by him for St. John’s Day, June 24, which was my -father’s birthday; this arrangement not only set an edifying -example of brotherly love, but also saved each of -them from giving a much larger entertainment at his own -house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were some regular guests as well. Sonnenberg -appeared at dinner <i>ex officio</i>; he had prepared himself -by a bumper of brandy and a sardine eaten beforehand, -and declined the tiny glass of stale brandy offered him. My -last French tutor was an occasional guest—an old miser -and scandal-monger, with an impudent face. M. Thirié -constantly made the mistake of filling his glass with wine -<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>instead of beer. My father would say to him, “If you -remember that the wine is on your right, you will not -make the mistake in future”: and Thirié crammed a great -pinch of snuff into his large and crooked nose, and spilt -the snuff over his plate.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>One of these visitors was an exceedingly comic figure, -a short, bald old man, who always wore a short, tight tail-coat, -and a waistcoat which ended where a modern waistcoat -begins. His name was Dmitri Pimyónov, and he always -looked twenty years out of date, reminding you of -1810 in 1830, and of 1820 in 1840. He was interested in -literature, but his natural capacity was small, and he had -been brought up on the sentimental phrases of Karamzín, -or Marmontel and Marivaux. Dmítriev was his master in -poetry; and he had been tempted to make some experiments -of his own on that slippery track which is trod by -Russian authors—his first publication was a translation of -La Rochefoucauld’s <i>Pensées</i>, and his second a treatise on -<i>Female Beauty and Charm</i>. But his chief distinction was, -not that he had once published books which nobody ever -read, but that, if he once began to laugh, he could not stop, -but went on till he crowed convulsively like a child with -whooping-cough. He was aware of this, and therefore -took his precautions when he felt it coming on: he pulled -out his handkerchief, looked at his watch, buttoned up -his coat, and covered his face with both hands; then, -when the paroxysm was imminent, he got up, turned his -face to the wall, and stood in that position suffering torments, -for half an hour or longer; at last, red in the -face and worn out by his exertions, he sat down again -<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>and mopped his bald head; and for a long time an occasional -sob heaved his body.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was a kindly man, but awkward and poor and a -man of letters. Consequently my father attached no importance -to him and considered him as “below the salt” -in all respects; but he was well aware of this tendency to -convulsive laughter, and used to make his guest laugh to -such an extent that other people could not help laughing -too in an uncomfortable fashion. Then the author of all -this merriment, with a slight smile on his own lips, used to -look at us as a man looks at puppies when they are rioting.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father sometimes played dreadful tricks on this unlucky -admirer of <i>Female Beauty and Charm</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A Colonel of Engineers was announced by the servant -one day. “Bring him in,” said my father, and then he -turned to Pimyónov and said, “Please be careful before -him: he is unfortunate enough to have a very peculiar -stammer”—here he gave a very successful imitation of -the Colonel—“I know you are easily amused, but please -restrain yourself.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>That was quite enough: before the officer had spoken -three words, Pimyónov pulled out his handkerchief, made -an umbrella out of his hand, and finally sprang to his -feet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The officer looked on in surprise, while my father said -to me with perfect composure: “What can be the matter -with our friend? He is suffering from spasms of some -kind: order a glass of cold water for him at once, and -bring eau-de-cologne.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But in these cases Pimyónov clutched his hat and -vanished. Home he went, shouting with laughter for a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>mile or so, stopping at the crossings, and leaning against -the lamp-posts.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For several years he dined at our house every second -Sunday, with few exceptions; and my father was equally -vexed, whether he came or failed to come. He was not -kind to Pimyónov, but the worthy man took the long walk, -in spite of that, until he died. There was nothing laughable -about his death: he was a solitary old bachelor, and, -when his long illness was nearing the end, he looked on -while his housekeeper robbed him of the very sheets upon -his bed and then left him without attendance.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§14</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But the real martyrs of our dinner-table were certain -old and feeble ladies, who held a humble and uncertain -position in the household of Princess Khovanski, my -father’s sister. For the sake of change, or to get information -about our domestic affairs—whether the heads of -the family had quarrelled, whether the cook had beaten -his wife and been detected by his master, whether a maid -had slipped from the path of virtue—these old people -sometimes came on a saint’s day to spend the day. I ought -to mention that these old widows had known my father -forty or fifty years earlier in the house of the Princess -Meshcherski, where they were brought up for charity. -During this interval between their precarious youth and -unsettled old age, they had quarrelled for twenty years -with husbands, tried to keep them sober, nursed them -when paralysed, and buried them. One had fought the -battle of life in Bessarabia with a husband on half-pay -and a swarm of children; another, together with her -husband, had been a defendant for years in the criminal -<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>courts; and all these experiences had left on them the -traces of life in provincial towns—a dread of those who -have power in this world, a spirit of humility and also of -blind fanaticism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their presence often gave rise to astonishing scenes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Are you not well, that you are eating nothing, Anna -Yakimovna?” my father would ask.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then Anna Yakimovna, the widow of some obscure -official, an old woman with a worn faded face and a perpetual -smell of camphor, apologised with eyes and fingers -as she answered: “Excuse me, <i>bátyushka</i>—I am really -quite ashamed; but, you know, by old custom to-day is -a Fast-day.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What a nuisance! You are too scrupulous, <i>mátushka</i>: -‘not that which entereth into a man defileth a man but -that which cometh out’: whatever you eat, the end is the -same. But we ought to watch ‘what cometh out of the -mouth,’ and that means scandal against our neighbours. -I think you should dine at home on such days. Suppose -a Turk were to turn up, he might want pilaus; but my -house is not a hotel where each can order what he wants.” -This terrified the old woman who had intended to ask for -some milk pudding; but she now attacked the <i>kvass</i> and -the salad, and made a pretence of eating enormously.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But if she, or any of them, began to eat meat on a Fast-day, -then my father (who never fasted himself) would -shake his head sorrowfully and say: “Do you really think -it worth while, Anna Yakimovna, to give up the ancient -custom, when you have so few years still to live? I, poor -sinner, don’t fast myself, because I have many diseases; -but you may thank God for your health, considering your -age, and you have kept the fasts all your life; and now -<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>all of a sudden—think what an example to <i>them</i>—” -pointing to the servants. And the poor old woman once -more fell upon the <i>kvass</i> and the salad.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These scenes filled me with disgust, and I sometimes -ventured to defend the victim by pointing out the desire -of conformity which he expressed at other times. Then -it was my father’s custom to get up and take off his velvet -skull-cap by the tassel: holding it over his head, he would -thank me for my lecture and beg me to excuse his forgetfulness. -Then he would say to the old lady: “These are -terrible times! Little wonder that you neglect the Fast, -when children teach their parents! What are we coming -to? It is an awful prospect; but fortunately you and I -will not live to see it.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§15</h3> - -<p class='c018'>After dinner my father generally lay down for an hour -and a half, and the servants at once made off to the -taverns and tea-shops. Tea was served at seven, and we -sometimes had a visitor at that hour, especially my uncle, -the Senator. This was a respite for us; for he generally -brought a budget of news with him and produced it with -much vivacity. Meanwhile my father put on an air of -absolute indifference, keeping perfectly grave over the -most comic stories, and questioning the narrator, as if -he could not see the point, when he was told of any striking -fact.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Senator came off much worse, when he occasionally -contradicted or disagreed with his younger brother, and -sometimes even without contradicting him, if my father -happened to be specially out of humour. In these serio-comic -scenes, the most comic feature was the contrast -<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>between my uncle’s natural vehemence and my father’s -artificial composure. “Oh, you’re not well to-day,” my -uncle would say at last, and then snatch his hat and go -off in a hurry. One day he was unable in his anger to -open the door. “Damn that door!” he said, and kicked it -with all his might. My father walked slowly up to the -door, opened it, and said with perfect calmness, “The -door works perfectly: but it opens outwards, and you try -to open it inwards and get angry with it.” I may mention -that the Senator, being two years older than my father, -always addressed him as “thou,” while my father said -“you” as a mark of respect for seniority.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When my uncle had gone, my father went to his bedroom; -but first he always enquired whether the gates of -the court were shut, and expressed some doubt when he -was told they were, though he never took any steps to -ascertain the facts. And now began the long business of -undressing: face and hands were washed, fomentations -applied and medicines swallowed; the valet placed on the -table near the bed a whole arsenal of phials, nightlights, -and pill-boxes. For about an hour the old man read -memoirs of some kind, very often Bourrienne’s <i>Memorial -de St. Hélène</i>. And so the day ended.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§16</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Such was the life I left in 1834, and such I found it -in 1840, and such it remained down to my father’s death -in 1846. When I returned from exile at the age of thirty, -I realised that my father was right in many respects, and -that he, to his misfortune, knew the world only too well. -But did I deserve that he should preach even the truth -in a manner so repulsive to the heart of youth? His intelligence, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>chilled by a long life spent in a corrupt society, -made him suspicious of all the world; his feelings were -not warm and did not crave for reconciliation; and therefore -he remained at enmity with all his fellow-creatures.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In 1839, and still more in 1842, found him feeble and -suffering from symptoms which were not imaginary. My -uncle’s death had left him more solitary than ever; even -his old valet had gone, but he was just the same; his -bodily strength had failed him, but his cruel wit and his -memory were unaffected; he still carried on the same -petty tyranny, and the same old Sonnenberg still pitched -his camp in our old house and ran errands as before.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For the first time, I realised the sadness of that life -and watched with an aching heart that solitary deserted -existence, fading away in the parched and stony desert -which he had created around him by his own actions, but -was powerless to change. He knew his powerlessness, and -he saw death approaching, and held out jealously and -stubbornly. I felt intense pity for the old man, but I -could do nothing—he was inaccessible.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I sometimes walked past his study and saw him sitting -in his deep armchair, a hard, uncomfortable seat; he had -his dogs round him and was playing with my three-year-old -son, just the two together. It seemed to me that the -sight of this child relaxed the clutching fingers and stiffening -nerves of old age, and that, when his dying hand -touched the cradle of infancy, he could rest from the -anxiety and irritable strife in which his whole life had -been spent.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER VI</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>The Kremlin Offices—Moscow University—The Chemist—The -Cholera—Philaret—Passek.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>IN spite of the ominous prognostications of the one-legged -general, my father entered my name for -service at the Government offices in the Kremlin, -under Prince Yusúpov. I signed some document, and -there the matter ended. I never heard anything more -about my office, except once, three years later, when a -man was sent to our house by Yusúpov, to inform me -that I had gained the first step of official promotion; this -messenger was the court architect, and he always shouted -as if he were standing on the roof of a five-storeyed -house and giving orders from there to workmen in the -cellar. I may remark in passing, that all this hocus-pocus -was useless: when I passed my final examination at the -University, this gave me at once the promotion earned -by service; and the loss of a year or two of seniority was -not serious. On the other hand, this pretence of office-work -nearly prevented me from matriculating; for, when -the University authorities found that I was reckoned as -a Government clerk, they refused me permission to take -the examination.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>For the clerks in public offices there were special afternoon -lectures, of an elementary kind, which gave the -right of admission to a special examination. Rich idlers, -young gentlemen whose education had been neglected, -men who wished to avoid military service and to get the -rank of <i>assessor</i> as soon as possible—such were the candidates -for this examination; and it served as a kind of -gold-mine to the senior professors, who gave private instruction -at twenty <i>roubles</i> a lesson.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To pass through these Caudine Forks to knowledge -was entirely inconsistent with my views, and I told my -father decidedly that unless he found some other method -I should retire from the Civil Service.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was angry: he said that my wilfulness prevented -him from settling my future, and blamed my teachers -for filling my head with this nonsense; but when he saw -that all this had little effect upon me, he determined to -wait on Prince Yusúpov.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Prince settled the matter in no time; there was -no shillyshallying about his methods. He sent for his secretary -and told him to make out leave of absence for me—for -three years. The secretary hummed and hawed and -respectfully submitted to his chief that four months was -the longest period for which leave could be granted without -the imperial sanction.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Rubbish, my friend!” said the Prince; “the thing is -perfectly simple: if he can’t have leave of absence, then -say that I order him to go through the University course -and complete his studies.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The secretary obeyed orders, and next day found me -sitting in the lecture-theatre of the Faculty of Mathematics -and Physics.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>The University of Moscow and the High School of -Tsárskoë Seló<a id='r41' /><a href='#f41' class='c016'><sup>[41]</sup></a> play an important part in the history of -Russian education and in the life of the last two generations.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f41'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r41'>41</a>. </span>Tsárskoë Seló = The Tsar’s Village, near Petersburg. -Púshkin was at this school.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>After the year 1812, Moscow University and Moscow -itself rose in importance. Degraded from her position as -an imperial capital by Peter the Great, the city was promoted -by Napoleon, partly by his wish but mainly against -it, to be the capital of the Russian nation. The people -discovered the ties of blood that bound them to Moscow -by the pain they felt on hearing of her capture by the -enemy. For her it was the beginning of a new epoch; and -her University became more and more the centre of Russian -education, uniting as it did everything to favour its -development—historical importance and geographical -position.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a vigorous outburst of intellectual activity -in Petersburg after the death of the Emperor Paul; but -this died away in the darkness that followed the fourteenth -of December, 1825.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All was reversed, the blood flowed back to the heart, -and all activity was forced to ferment and burrow underground. -But Moscow University stood firm and was the -first visible object to emerge from the universal fog.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The University soon grew in influence. All the youth -and strength of Russia came together there in one common -meeting-place, from all parts of the country and all -sections of society; there they cast off the prejudices -<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>they had acquired at home, reached a common level, -formed ties of brotherhood with one another, and then -went back to every part of Russia and penetrated every -class.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Down to 1848 the constitution of our universities was -purely democratic. Their doors were open to everyone -who could pass the examination, provided he was not a -serf, or a peasant detained by the village community. The -Emperor Nicholas limited the number of freshmen and -increased the charges to pensioners, permitting poor -nobles only to escape from this burden. But all this belongs -to the class of measures that will disappear together -with the passport system, religious intolerance, and so on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A motley assemblage of young men, from high to low, -from North and South, soon blended into a compact body -united by ties of friendship. Among us social distinctions -had none of that offensive influence which one sees in -English schools and regiments—to say nothing of English -universities which exist solely for the rich and well-born. -If any student among us had begun to boast of his family -or his money, he would have been tormented and sent to -Coventry by the rest.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The external distinctions among us were not deep and -proceeded from other sources. For instance, the Medical -School was across the park and somewhat removed from -the other faculties; besides, most of the medical students -were Germans or came from theological seminaries. The -Germans kept somewhat apart, and the bourgeois spirit -of Western Europe was strong in them. The whole education -of the divinity students and all their ideas were different -from ours; we spoke different languages; they had -grown up under the yoke of monastic control and been -<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>crammed with rhetoric and theology; they envied our freedom, -and we resented their Christian humility.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Though I joined the Faculty of Mathematics and -Physics, I never had any great turn or much liking for -mathematics. Niko and I were taught the subject by the -same teacher, whom we liked because he told us stories; he -was very entertaining, but I doubt if he could have developed -a special passion in any pupil for his branch of -science. He knew as far as Conic Sections, <i>i.e.</i>, just what -was required from schoolboys entering the University; a -true philosopher, he had never had the curiosity to glance -at the “University branches” of mathematics. It was -specially remarkable that he taught for ten years continuously -out of a single book—Francœur’s treatise—and -always stopped at the same page, having no ambition to -go beyond the required minimum.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I chose that Faculty, because it included the subject of -natural science, in which I then took a specially strong -interest; and this interest was due to a rather odd meeting.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I have described already the remarkable division of -the family property in 1822. When it was over, my oldest -uncle went to live in Petersburg, and nothing was heard -of him for a long time. At last a report got abroad that -he intended to marry. He was then over sixty, and it was -well known that he had other children as well as a grown-up -son. He did, in fact, marry the mother of his eldest -son and so made the son legitimate. He might as well -have legitimised the other children; but the chief object -of these proceedings was well known—he wished to disinherit -his brothers; and he fully attained that object by -<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>the acknowledgement of his son. In the famous inundation -of 1824, the water flooded the carriage in which he -was driving. The old man caught cold, took to his bed, -and died in the beginning of 1825.</p> - -<p class='c008'>About the son there were strange reports: it was said -that he was unsociable and had no friends; he was interested -in chemistry and spent his life over the microscope; -he read even at meals and disliked women’s society.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His uncles transferred to him the grievance they had -felt against his father. They always called him “The -Chemist,” using this as a term of contempt, and giving it -to be understood that chemistry was a quite impossible -occupation for a gentleman.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He had suffered horrible treatment from his father, -who kept a harem in the house and not only insulted him -by the spectacle of shameless senile profligacy but was -actually jealous of his son’s rivalry. From this dishonourable -existence The Chemist tried to escape by means of -laudanum; but a friend who worked at chemistry with -him saved his life by a mere chance. This frightened the -father, and he treated his son better afterwards.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When his father died, The Chemist set free the fair -captives of the harem, reduced by half the heavy dues -levied by his father on the peasants, forgave all arrears, -and gave away for nothing the exemptions which his -father used to sell, excusing household servants from -service in the Army.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he came to Moscow eighteen months later, I was -anxious to see him; for I was inclined to like him for his -treatment of his peasants, and also for the dislike which -his uncles unjustly felt for him.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>He called on my father one morning—a shortish man, -with a large nose and half his hair gone; he wore gold -spectacles, and his fingers were stained with chemicals. -My father’s reception was cold and cutting, but the -nephew gave just as good as he got; when they had taken -each other’s measure, they talked on casual topics with -a show of indifference and parted politely, but a strong -feeling of dislike was concealed on both sides. My father -saw that his antagonist would never give way.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They never came closer afterwards. The Chemist very -rarely visited his uncles; the last time he and my father -met was after the Senator’s death—he came to ask a loan -of 30,000 <i>roubles</i>, in order to buy land. My father refused -to lend it; The Chemist was angry, but he rubbed his nose -and said with a smile: “What possible risk is there? My -estate is entailed, and I want the money for improvements. -I have no children, so that you are the heir to my -land as I am to yours.”<a id='r42' /><a href='#f42' class='c016'><sup>[42]</sup></a> My father, who was then seventy-five, -never forgave his nephew this sally.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f42'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r42'>42</a>. </span>Herzen himself was excluded from succession by his birth.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I began to visit him from time to time. His was a singular -existence. He had a large house on the Tver Boulevard, -where he lived in one very small room and used another -as a laboratory. His old mother occupied another small -room at the end of the passage; and the rest of the house -was unused, and left exactly as it was when his father -migrated to Petersburg. Tarnished chandeliers, valuable -furniture, rarities of all kinds, grandfather’s clocks supposed -to have been bought by Peter the Great in Amsterdam, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>armchairs supposed to have belonged to Stanislas -Leshchinski,<a id='r43' /><a href='#f43' class='c016'><sup>[43]</sup></a> empty frames, and pictures turned to the -wall—all these, in complete disorder, filled three large -drawing-rooms which were neither heated nor lighted. -In the outer hall the servants were generally playing the -banjo and smoking—in the very room where formerly they -hardly dared to breathe or say their prayers. One of -them lit a candle and escorted me through the long -museum; and he never failed to advise me to keep on my -overcoat, because it was very cold in the drawing-rooms. -Thick layers of dust covered all the projections of the -furniture, and the contents of the rooms were reflected -in the carved mirrors and seemed to move with the candle; -straw, left over from packing, lay comfortably here and -there, together with scraps of paper and bits of string.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f43'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r43'>43</a>. </span>King of Poland and father-in-law of Louis XV.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>After passing through these rooms, you came at last -to a curtained door which led into the study. The heat -in this room was terrific; and here The Chemist was -always to be found, wearing a stained dressing-gown -trimmed with squirrel-fur, sitting behind a rampart of -books, and surrounded by bottles, retorts, crucibles, and -other apparatus. A few years earlier, this room had been -the scene of shocking vice and cruelty; now it smelt of -chlorine and was ruled by the microscope; and in this -very room I was born! When my father returned from -foreign parts, he had not yet quarrelled with his brother, -and spent some months under his roof. Here too my wife -was born in the year 1817. After two years The Chemist -sold the house, and I spent many evenings there, arguing -about Pan-Slavism and losing my temper with Homyakóv,<a id='r44' /><a href='#f44' class='c016'><sup>[44]</sup></a> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>though nothing could make him lose his. The chief -rooms were altered then, but the outside steps, front hall, -and staircase were unchanged; and the little study was -left as before.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f44'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r44'>44</a>. </span>Alexyéi Homyakóv (1804-1860), poet, theologian, and a -leader of the Slavophile party.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The Chemist’s household arrangements, simple at all -times, were even simpler when his mother went to the -country in summer and took the cook with her. At four -in the afternoon, his valet brought a coffee-pot, made -some strong broth in it, and placed it by the fire of the -chemical furnace, where all sorts of poisons were brewing; -then he fetched half a chicken and a loaf from an -eating-house; and that was his master’s dinner. When -it was eaten, the valet washed the coffee-pot and restored -it to its proper functions. The man came again in the -evening: he removed from the sofa a heap of books and -a tiger-skin which The Chemist had inherited from his -father; and when he had spread out a sheet and fetched -pillows and a coverlet, the study, which had served as -kitchen and drawing-room, was converted just as easily -into a bedroom.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>At the very beginning of our acquaintance, The Chemist -perceived that I was no mere idler; and he urged me -to give up literature and politics—the former was mere -trifling and the latter not only fruitless but dangerous—and -take to natural science. He gave me Cuvier’s <i>Essay -on Geological Changes</i> and <i>Candolle’s Botanical Geography</i>, -and, seeing that I profited by the reading, he -placed at my disposal his own excellent collections and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>preparations, and even offered to direct my studies himself. -On his own ground he was very interesting—exceedingly -learned, acute, and even amiable, within certain -limits. As far as the monkeys, he was at your service: -from the inorganic kingdom up to the orang-outang, -nothing came amiss to him; but he did not willingly venture -farther, and philosophy, in particular, he avoided -as mere moonshine. He was no enemy to reform, nor Rip -van Winkle: he simply disbelieved in human nature—he -believed that selfishness is the one and only motive of our -actions, and is limited only by stupidity in some cases -and by ignorance in others.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His materialism shocked me. It was quite unlike the -superficial and half-hearted scepticism of a previous generation. -His views were deliberate, consistent, and definite—one -thought of Lalande’s famous answer to Napoleon. -“Kant accepts the hypothesis of a deity,” said Napoleon. -“Sir,” answered the astronomer, “in the course of my -studies I have never found it necessary to make use of -that hypothesis.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Chemist’s scepticism did not refer merely to -theology. Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire he called a mystic, and -Oken a mere lunatic. He felt for the works of natural -philosophers the contempt my father had expressed for -Karamzín—“They first invent spiritual forces and First -Causes, and then they are surprised that they cannot -prove them or understand them.” In fact, it was my father -over again, but differently educated and belonging to a -different generation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His views on social questions were even more disquieting. -He believed that men are no more responsible for -their actions, good or bad, than beasts: it was all a matter -<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>of constitution and circumstances and depended -mainly on the state of the nervous system, from which, -as he said, people expect more than it is able to give. He -disliked family life, spoke with horror of marriage, and -confessed frankly that, at thirty years of age, he had -never once been in love. This hard temperament had, -however, one tender side which showed itself in his conduct -towards his mother. Both had suffered much from -his father, and common suffering had united them closely. -It was touching to see how he did what he could to surround -her solitary and sickly old age with security and -attention.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He never tried to make converts to his views, except -on chemistry: they came out casually or were elicited by -my questions. He was even unwilling to answer the objections -I urged from an idealistic point of view; his answers -were brief, and he smiled as he spoke, showing the -kind of considerateness that an old mastiff will show to -a lapdog whom he allows to snap at him and only pushes -gently from him with his paw. But I resented this more -than anything else and returned unwearied to the attack, -though I never gained a single inch of ground. In later -years I often called to mind what The Chemist had said, -just as I recalled my father’s utterances; and, of course, -he was right in three-fourths of the points in dispute. But, -all the same, I was right too. There are truths which, like -political rights, cannot be conveyed from one man to -another before a certain age.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It was The Chemist’s influence that made me choose -the Faculty of Mathematics and Physics. Perhaps I should -<span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span>have done better to take up medicine; but it did me no -great harm to acquire a partial knowledge of differential -and integral equations, and then to lose it absolutely.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Without a knowledge of natural science, there is no -salvation for the modern man. This wholesome food, this -strict training of the mind by facts, this proximity to the -life that surrounds ours, and this acknowledgement of -its independence—without these there lurks somewhere -in the soul a monastic cell, and this contains a germ of -mysticism which may cover like a dark cloud the whole -intellect.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Before I had gone through College, The Chemist had -moved to Petersburg, and I did not meet him again till -my return from exile. A few months after my marriage -I paid a half-secret visit of a few days to my father, who -was living near Moscow. He was still displeased at my -marriage, and the purpose of my journey was to make -peace between us once for all. I broke my journey at the -village of Perkhushkov, the place where we had so often -stayed in my youth. The Chemist was expecting me there; -he even had dinner ready for me, and two bottles of -champagne. Four or five years had made no change in -him, except that he looked a little older. Before dinner -he said to me quite seriously: “Please tell me frankly how -marriage and domestic life strike you. Do you find it to -your taste, or only passable?” I laughed, and he went on: -“I am astonished at your boldness; no man in a normal -condition could ever decide on so awful a step. More than -one good match has been suggested to me; but when I -think that a woman would do as she liked in my room, -arranging everything in what she thinks order, forbidding -me to smoke possibly, making a noise and talking nonsense, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>I feel such terror of the prospect that I prefer to -die in solitude.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Shall I stop the night here or go on to my father’s?” -I asked him after dinner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There is room enough in the house,” he answered, -“but for your own sake I advise you to go on; you will -get there by ten o’clock. Of course you know he’s still -angry with you. Well, old people’s nerves are generally -less active at night, before they get to sleep, and you will -probably get a much better reception to-night than to-morrow -morning; by then his spurs will be sharp for the -fray.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Ha! ha! ha!” I laughed, “there is my old instructor -in physiology and materialism! You remind me of those -blissful days, when I used to come to you, like Wagner -in <i>Faust</i>, to bore you with my idealism and to suffer, with -some impatience, the cold water you threw on it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He laughed too and replied, “You have lived long -enough, since then, to find out that all human actions -depend merely on the nerves and chemical combination.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Later, we somehow drifted apart; probably we were -both to blame. Nevertheless, he wrote me a letter in 1846. -I had published the first part of <i>Whose Fault Is It?</i><a id='r45' /><a href='#f45' class='c016'><sup>[45]</sup></a> and -was beginning to be the fashion. He wrote that he was -sorry to see me wasting my powers on trivial objects. “I -made it up with you because of your letters on the study -of Nature, in which you made me understand (as far as -it is intelligible to the mind of man) the German philosophy. -But why, instead of going on with serious work, -do you write fairy tales?” I sent a few friendly words in -reply, and there our relations ended.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f45'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r45'>45</a>. </span>A novel.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>If these lines happen to fall under The Chemist’s eyes, -I beg that he will read them before going to bed, when -the nerves are less active; and I am convinced that he will -be able then to pardon this friendly gossip, and all the -more because I cherish a real regard for him.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>And so, at last, the doors of my prison were opened, -and I was free. The solitude of my smallish room and the -quiet half-secret interviews with my one friend, Ogaryóv, -were now exchanged for a noisy family of six hundred -members. In a fortnight, I was more at home there than I -had ever been, from the day I was born, in my father’s -house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But even here my father’s house pursued me, in the -shape of a footman whom my father sent with me to the -University, especially when I walked there. I spent a -whole term in trying to dodge this escort, and was formally -excused from it at last. I say “formally,” because -my valet Peter, who was entrusted with this duty, very -soon realised, first, that I disliked being escorted, and -secondly, that he himself would be much better off in -various places of amusement than in the entrance-hall of -my lecture-room, where he had no occupation except to -exchange gossip and pinches of snuff with the two porters. -What was the motive of this precaution? Was it possible -that Peter, who had been liable all his life to drinking-bouts -that lasted for days, could keep me straight? I don’t -suppose my father believed that; but, for his own peace -of mind, he took measures—ineffective, indeed, but still -measures—much in the way that freethinkers keep Lent. -This is a characteristic feature of the old system of education -<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>in Russia. Till I was seven, I was not allowed to -come downstairs alone—the flight was rather steep; and -Vyéra Artamónovna went on bathing me till I was eleven. -It was of a piece with this system that I should have a servant -walking behind me to College, and should not be -allowed, before I was twenty-one, to be out later than -half-past ten. I was never really free and independent -till I was banished; but for that incident, the system -would probably have gone on till I was twenty-five or -thirty-five.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Like most energetic boys who have been brought up -alone, I rushed into the arms of my companions with -such frank eagerness, made proselytes with such sublime -confidence, and was myself so fond of everyone, that I -could not but kindle a corresponding warmth in my -hearers, who were mostly of the same age as myself. I -was then seventeen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The process of making friends was hastened partly by -the advice which worldly wisdom gave me—to be polite -to all and intimate with none, to confide in nobody; and -there was also the belief which we all took with us to -College, the belief that here our dreams would be realised, -that here we should sow the seed of a future harvest and -lay the foundations of a permanent alliance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The young men of my time were admirable. It was just -the time when ideals were stirring more and more in Russia. -The formalism of theological training and Polish -indolence had alike disappeared, and had not yet given -place to German utilitarianism, which applies culture to -the mind, like manure to a field, in the hope of a heavier -crop. The best students had ceased to consider learning -<span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>as a tiresome but indispensable byway to official promotion; -and the questions which we discussed had nothing -to do with advancement in the Civil Service.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the other hand, the pursuit of knowledge had not -yet become divorced from realities, and did not distract -our attention from the suffering humanity around us; and -this sympathy heightened the <i>social</i> morality of the students. -My friends and I said openly in the lecture-room -whatever came into our heads; copies of forbidden poems -were freely circulated, and forbidden books were read -aloud and commented on; and yet I cannot recall a single -instance of information given by a traitor to the authorities. -There were timid spirits who held aloof and shut -their eyes; but even they held their tongues.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One foolish boy made some disclosures to his mother, -when she questioned him, under threat of the rod, about -the Málov affair. The fond mother—she was a Princess -and a leader in society—rushed to the Rector and communicated -her son’s disclosures, in order to prove his repentance. -We found this out, and tormented him so, that -he left before his time was up.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But this episode, which led to my confinement within -the walls of the University prison, is worth telling.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Málov, though a professor in the University, was a -stupid, rude, ill-educated man, an object of contempt and -derision to the students. One of them, when asked by a -Visitor, how many professors there were in their department, -replied that there were nine, not counting Málov.<a id='r46' /><a href='#f46' class='c016'><sup>[46]</sup></a> -And this man, who could be spoken of in this way, began -<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>to treat his class with more and more rudeness, till they -determined to turn him out of the lecture-room. When -their plan was made, they sent two spokesmen to our department, -and invited me to bring reinforcements. I -raised the fiery cross against the foe at once, and was -joined by some adherents. When we entered Málov’s -lecture-room, he was there and saw us.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f46'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r46'>46</a>. </span>There is here an untranslatable play on words.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>One fear only was depicted on the faces of all the audience—that -he might refrain for once from rude remarks. -But that fear soon passed off. The tightly packed lecture-room -was in a fever and gave vent to a low suppressed -noise. Málov made some objection, and a scraping of feet -began. “You are like horses, expressing your thoughts -with your feet,” said the professor, imagining, I suppose, -that horses think by gallop and trot. Then the storm -broke, with hisses and yells. “Turn him out! turn him -out! <i>Pereat!</i>” Málov turned white as a sheet and made -a desperate effort to control the noise, but failed; the -students jumped up on the benches. Málov slowly left -his chair, hunched himself up, and made his way to the -door. The students followed him through the court to the -street outside, and threw his goloshes out after him. The -last detail was important: if once it reached the street, -the proceeding became much more serious; but what lads -of seventeen or eighteen would ever take that into account?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The University Council took fright and induced the -Visitor to represent the affair as settled, and, with that -object, to consign the guilty persons or someone, at least, -to the University prison. That was rather ingenious on -their part. Otherwise, it was likely enough that the Emperor -would send an <i>aide-de-camp</i>, and that the <i>aide-de-camp</i>, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>in order to earn a cross, would have magnified the -affair into conspiracy and rebellion; then he would have -advised penal servitude for all the offenders, and the -Emperor, in his mercy, would have sent them to the -colours instead. But seeing vice punished and virtue triumphant, -the Emperor merely confirmed the action of the -students by dismissing the professor. Though we drove -Málov as far as the University gates, it was Nicholas who -drove him out of them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So the fat was in the fire. On the following afternoon, -one of the porters hobbled up to me, a white-haired old -man who was normally in a state more drunk than sober, -and produced from the lining of his overcoat a note from -the Rector for me: I was ordered to call on him at seven -in the evening. The porter was soon followed by a student, -a baron from the Baltic Provinces, who was one of the -unfortunate victims enticed by me, and had received an -invitation similar to mine. He looked pale and frightened -and began by heaping reproaches on me; then he asked -me what I advised him to say.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Lie desperately,” I answered; “deny everything, -except that there was a row and you were present.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But if the Rector asks why I was in the wrong lecture-room?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That’s easy. Say of course that our lecturer did not -turn up, and that you, not wishing to waste your time, -went to hear someone else.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He won’t believe me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That’s his affair.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When we entered the University yard, I looked at my -baron: his plump cheeks were very pale, and he was -obviously feeling uncomfortable. “Listen to me,” I said; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>“you may be sure that the Rector will deal with me first. -Say what I say, with variations; you really took no -special part in the affair. But remember one thing: for -making a row and for telling lies about it, they will, at -most, put you in the prison; but, if you are not careful and -involve any other student, I shall tell the rest and we -shall poison your existence.” The baron promised, and -kept his word like a gentleman.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The Rector at that time was Dvigubski, a survival and -a typical specimen of the antediluvian professor—but, -for flood I should substitute fire, the Great Fire of 1812.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They are extinct now: the patriarchal epoch of Moscow -University ends with the appointment of Prince Obolenski -as Visitor. In those days the Government left the -University alone: the professors lectured or not, the students -attended or not, just as they pleased, and the latter, -instead of the kind of cavalry uniform they have now, -wore mufti of varying degrees of eccentricity, and very -small caps which would hardly stick on over their virgin -locks. Of professors there were two classes or camps, -which carried on a bloodless warfare against each other—one -composed exclusively of Germans, the other of non-Germans. -The Germans included some worthy and learned -men, such as Loder, Fischer, Hildebrandt, and Heim; but -they were distinguished as a rule for their ignorance and -dislike of the Russian language, their want of sympathy -with the students, their unlimited consumption of tobacco, -and the large number of stars and orders which they -always wore. The non-Germans, on their side, knew no -modern language but Russian; they had the ill-breeding -<span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>of the theological school and the servile temper of their -nation; they were mostly overworked, and they made up -for abstention from tobacco by an excessive indulgence in -strong drinks. Most of the Germans came from Göttingen, -and most of the non-Germans were sons of priests.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Dvigubski belonged to the latter class. He looked so -much the ecclesiastic that one of the students—he had -been brought up at a priests’ school—asked for his blessing -and regularly addressed him as “Your Reverence” in -the course of an examination. But he was also startlingly -like an owl wearing the Order of St. Anne; and as such -he was caricatured by another student who had come less -under church influences. He came occasionally to our -lecture-room, and brought with him the dean, Chumakov, -or Kotelnitski, who had charge of a cupboard labelled -<i>Materia Medica</i>, and kept, for some unknown reason, in -the mathematical class-room; or Reiss, who had been -imported from Germany because his uncle knew chemistry, -and lectured in French with such a pronunciation -that <i>poisson</i> took the place of <i>poison</i> in his mouth, and -some quite innocent words sounded unprintable. When -these old gentlemen appeared, we stared at them: to us -they were a party of “dug-outs,” the Last of the Mohicans, -representatives of a different age, quite remote from ours—of -the time when Knyazhnín and Cheraskov were read, -the time of good-natured Professor Dilthey, who had two -dogs which he named <i>Babil</i> and <i>Bijou</i>, because one never -stopped barking and the other was always silent.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But Dvigubski was by no means a good-natured professor: -his reception of us was exceedingly abrupt and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>discourteous; I talked terrible nonsense and was rude, -and the baron played second fiddle to me. Dvigubski was -provoked and ordered us to appear before the Council -next morning. The Council settled our business in half -an hour: they questioned, condemned, and sentenced us, -and referred the sentence, for confirmation, to Prince Golitsyn.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had hardly had time to give half a dozen performances -in the lecture-room, representing the proceedings of the -University Court, when the beginning of the lecture was -interrupted by the appearance of a party, consisting of -our inspector, an army major, a French dancing-master, -and a corporal, who carried an order for my arrest and -incarceration. Some students escorted me, and there were -many more in the court-yard, who waved their hands or -caps. Clearly I was not the first victim. The University -police tried in vain to push them back.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I found two captives already immured in the dirty cellar -which served as a prison, and there were two more in -another room; six was the total number of those who -suffered for this affair. We were sentenced to a diet of -bread and water, and, though we declined some soup -which the Rector sent us, we did not suffer; for when the -College emptied at nightfall, our friends brought us -cheese, game, cigars, wine, and <i>liqueurs</i>. The sentry -grumbled and scolded, but he took a small bribe, and introduced -the supplies. After midnight, he moved to some -distance and allowed several of our friends to join us. -And so we spent our time, feasting by night and sleeping -by day.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A certain Panin, a brother of the Minister of Justice -and employed under our Visitor, mindful of Army traditions, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>took it into his head one night to go the rounds and -inspect our cellar-prison. We had just lit a candle, keeping -it under a chair to betray no light, and were attacking -our midnight meal, when a knocking was heard at the -outer door, not the meek sound that begs for admittance -and fears to be heard more than not to be heard, but a -knock of power and authority. The sentry turned rigid, -we hid the bottles and our guests in a cupboard, blew out -the light, and dropped on our pallet-beds. Panin came in. -“You appear to be smoking,” he said—the smoke was so -thick that Panin and the inspector who were carrying a -lantern were hardly visible. “Where do they get a light -from? From you?” he asked the sentry. The man swore -he was innocent, and we said that we had got tinder of -our own. The inspector promised to take it and our cigars -away; and Panin went off, without ever noticing that -there were twice as many caps in the room as heads.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On Saturday evening the inspector appeared and announced -that I and one other might go home; the rest -were to stay till Monday. I resented this proposal and -asked him whether I might stay. He fell back a step, -looked at me with that expression of dignified wrath which -is worn by ballet-dancers when representing angry kings -or heroes, and said, “By all means, if you want to!” Then -he left us; and this sally on my part brought down more -paternal wrath on me than any other part of the affair.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Thus the first nights which I spent away from home -were spent in prison. I was soon to experience a prison -of another kind, and there I spent, not eight days, but -nine months; and when these had passed, instead of -going home, I went into exile. But much happened before -that.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>From this time I was a popular hero in the lecture-room. -Till then I was considered “all right” by the rest; -but, after the Málov affair, I became, like the lady in -Gógol, all right in the fullest sense of that term.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But did we learn anything, meanwhile, and was study -possible under such circumstances? I think we did. The -instruction was more limited in quantity and scope than -in the forties. But a university is not bound to complete -scientific education: its business is rather to put a man -in a position to walk by himself; it should raise problems -and teach a man to ask questions. And this is exactly -what was done by such professors as Pávlov and Kachenovsky, -each in his own way. But the collision of young -minds, the exchange of ideas, and the discussion of books—all -this did more than professors or lectures to develop -and ripen the student. Moscow University was a successful -institution; and the professors who contributed by -their lectures to the development of Lérmontov, Byelínski, -Turgénev, Kavélin, and Pirógov, may play cards with an -easy conscience, or, with a still easier conscience, rest in -their graves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And what astonishing people some of them were! There -was Chumakov, who treated the formulae of Poinsot’s -<i>Algebra</i> like so many serfs—adding letters and subtracting -them, mixing up square numbers and their roots, and -treating x as the known quantity. There was Myágkov, -who, in spite of his name,<a id='r47' /><a href='#f47' class='c016'><sup>[47]</sup></a> lectured on the harshest of -sciences, the science of tactics. The constant study of this -<span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>noble subject had actually given a martial air to the professor; -and as he stood there buttoned up to the throat -and erect behind his stock, his lectures sounded more like -words of command than mere conversation. “Gentlemen, -artillery!” he would cry out. It sounded like the field of -battle, but it only meant that this was the heading of his -next discourse. And there was Reiss, who lectured on -chemistry but never ventured further than hydrogen—Reiss, -who was elected to the Chair for no knowledge of -his own but because his uncle had once studied the -science. The latter was invited to come to Russia towards -the end of Catherine’s reign; but the old man did not -want to move, and sent his nephew instead.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f47'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r47'>47</a>. </span><i>Myágki</i> is the Russian for “mild.”</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>My University course lasted four years, the additional -year being due to the fact that a whole session was lost -owing to the cholera. The most remarkable events of that -time were the cholera itself, and the visits of Humboldt -and Uvárov.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When Humboldt<a id='r48' /><a href='#f48' class='c016'><sup>[48]</sup></a> was on his way back from the Ural -Mountains, he was welcomed to Moscow at a formal -meeting of the Society for the Pursuit of Natural Science, -most of whose members were state functionaries of some -kind, not at all interested in science, either natural or unnatural. -But the glory of Humboldt—a Privy Councillor -of the Prussian King, a man on whom the Tsar had graciously -conferred the Order of St. Anne, with instructions -that the recipient was to be put to no expense in the matter—was -a fact of which even they were not ignorant; and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>they were determined to show themselves to advantage -before a man who had climbed Chimborazo and who lived -at Sans-Souci.<a id='r49' /><a href='#f49' class='c016'><sup>[49]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f48'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r48'>48</a>. </span>Alexander Humboldt (1769-1859), born at Berlin, a famous writer -on natural science.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f49'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r49'>49</a>. </span>The Prussian palace, near Potsdam.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§14</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Our attitude towards Europe and Europeans is still -that of provincials towards the dwellers in a capital: we -are servile and apologetic, take every difference for a -defect, blush for our peculiarities and try to hide them, -and confess our inferiority by imitation. The fact is that -we are intimidated: we have never got over the sneers -of Peter the Great and his coadjutors, or the superior airs -of French tutors and Germans in our Civil Service. Western -nations talk of our duplicity and cunning; they believe -we want to deceive them, when we are only trying -to make a creditable appearance and pass muster. A Russian -will express quite different political views in talking -to different persons, without any ulterior object, and -merely from a wish to please: the bump of complaisance -is highly developed in our skulls.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Prince Dmitri Golitsyn,” said Lord Durham on one -occasion, “is a true Whig, a Whig at heart.” Prince Golitsyn -was a worthy Russian gentleman, but I do not understand -in what sense he was a Whig. It is clear enough -that the Prince in his old age wished to be polite to Lord -Durham and put on the Whig for that purpose.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§15</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Humboldt’s reception in Moscow and at the University -was a tremendous affair. Everyone came to meet -him—the Governor of the city, functionaries military and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>civil, and the judges of the Supreme Court; and the professors -were there wearing full uniform and their Orders, -looking most martial with swords and three-cornered hats -tucked under their arms. Unaware of all this, Humboldt -arrived in a blue coat with gilt buttons and was naturally -taken aback. His way was barricaded at every point between -the entrance and the great hall: first the Rector -stopped him, then the Dean, now a budding professor, -and now a veteran who was just ending his career and -therefore spoke very slowly; each of them delivered a -speech of welcome in Latin or German or French, and all -this went on in those terrible stone funnels miscalled passages, -where you stopped for a minute at the risk of catching -cold for a month. Humboldt listened bare-headed to -them all and replied to them all. I feel convinced that -none of the savages, either red-skinned or copper-coloured, -whom he had met in his travels, made him so uncomfortable -as his reception at Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he reached the hall at last and could sit down, -he had to get up again. Our Visitor, Pisarev, thought it -necessary to set forth in a few powerful Russian sentences -the merits of His Excellency, the famous traveller; -and then a poet, Glinka, in a deep hoarse voice recited a -poem of his own which began—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c022'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Humboldt, Prometheus of our time!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>What Humboldt wanted was to discuss his observations -on the magnetic pole, and to compare the meteorological -records he had taken in the Ural Mountains with those -at Moscow; but the Rector preferred to show him some -relic plaited out of the hair of Peter the Great. It was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>with difficulty that Ehrenberg and Rose found an opportunity -to tell him something of their discoveries.<a id='r50' /><a href='#f50' class='c016'><sup>[50]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f50'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r50'>50</a>. </span>Odd views were taken in Russia of Humboldt’s travels. -There was a Cossack at Perm who liked describing how he escorted “a -mad Prussian prince called Gumplot.” When asked what Gumplot did, he -said: “He was quite childish, picking grasses and gazing at sand. At -one place he told me through the interpreter to wade into a pool and -fish out what was at the bottom—there was nothing but what there is -at the bottom of every pool. Then he asked if the water at the bottom -was very cold. You won’t catch me that way, thought I; so I saluted -and said, ‘The rules of the service require it, Your Excellency.’” -[Author’s Note.]</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Even in unofficial circles, we don’t do things much -better in Russia. Liszt was received in just the same way -by Moscow society ten years ago. There was folly enough -over him in Germany; but that was quite a different -thing—old-maidish gush and sentimentality and strewing -of roses, whereas in Russia there was servile acknowledgement -of power and prim formality of a strictly official -type. And Liszt’s reputation as a Don Juan was mixed -up in an unpleasant way with it all: the ladies swarmed -around him, just as boys in out-of-the-way places swarm -round a traveller when he is changing horses and stare -at him or his carriage or his hat. Every ear was turned to -Liszt, every word and every reply was addressed to him -alone. I remember one evening when Homyakóv, in his -disgust with the company, appealed to me to start a dispute -with him on any subject, that Liszt might discover -there were some people in the room who were not exclusively -taken up with him. I can only say one thing to -console our ladies—that Englishwomen treated other celebrities, -Kossuth, Garibaldi, and others, in just the same -way, crowding and jostling round the object of worship; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>but woe to him who seeks to learn good manners from -Englishwomen, or their husbands!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§16</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Our other distinguished visitor was also “a Prometheus -of our time” in a certain sense; only, instead of stealing -fire from Zeus, he stole it from mankind. This Prometheus, -whose fame was sung, not by Glinka but by Púshkin -himself in his <i>Epistle to Lucullus</i>, was Uvárov, the -Minister of Education.<a id='r51' /><a href='#f51' class='c016'><sup>[51]</sup></a> He astonished us by the number -of languages he spoke and by the amount of his miscellaneous -knowledge; he was a real shopman behind the -counter of learning and kept samples of all the sciences, -the elements chiefly, in his head. In Alexander’s reign, -he wrote reform pamphlets in French; then he had a -German correspondence with Goethe on Greek matters. -After becoming minister, he discoursed on Slavonic -poetry of the fourth century, which made Kachenovsky -remark to him that our ancestors were much busier in -fighting bears than in hymning their gods and kings. As -a kind of patent of nobility, he carried about in his pocket -a letter from Goethe, in which Goethe paid him a very -odd compliment: “You have no reason to apologise for -your style: you have succeeded in doing what I could -never do—forgetting German grammar.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f51'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r51'>51</a>. </span>Serghéi Uvárov (1786-1855) was both Minister of Education -and President of the Academy of Sciences. He used his power to tighten -the censorship and suppressed <i>The Moscow Telegraph</i>, edited by -Polevoi, which was the most independent of Russian journals; in this -way he “stole fire from mankind.” The reference to Púshkin is -malicious: what Púshkin wrote about Uvárov in that poem was the -reverse of complimentary. “Lucullus” was Count Sheremétyev and Uvárov -was his heir.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>This highly placed Admirable Crichton invented a new -<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>kind of torture for our benefit. He gave directions that the -best students should be selected, and that each of them -should deliver a lecture in his own department of study, -in place of the professor. The Deans of course chose the -readiest of the students to perform.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These lectures went on for a whole week. The students -had to get up all the branches of their subject, and the -Dean drew a lot to determine the theme and the speaker. -Uvárov invited all the rank and fashion of Moscow. Ecclesiastics -and judges, the Governor of the city, and the old -poet, Dmítriev—everyone was there.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§17</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It fell to me to lecture on a mineralogical subject. Our -professor, Lovetski,—he is now dead,—was a tall man -with a clumsy figure and awkward gait, a large mouth -and a large and entirely expressionless face. He wore a -pea-green overcoat, adorned in the fashion of the First -Consulate with a variety of capes; and while taking off -this garment in the passage outside the lecture-room, he -always began in an even and wooden voice which seemed -to suit his subject, “In our last lecture we dealt fully with -silicon dioxide”—then he took his seat and went on, “We -proceed to aluminium ...” In the definition of each -metal, he followed an absolutely identical formula, so -that some of them had to be defined by negatives, in this -way: “Crystallisation: this metal does not crystallise”; -“Use: this metal is never used”; “Service to man: this -substance does nothing but harm to the human organism.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Still he did not avoid poetical illustration or edifying -comment: whenever he showed us counterfeit gems and -explained how they were made, he never failed to add, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>“Gentlemen, this is dishonest.” When alluding to farming, -he found <i>moral</i> worth in a cock that was fond of -crowing and courting his hens, and blue blood in a ram -if he had “bald knees.” He had also a touching story -about some flies which ran over the bark of a tree on a -fine summer day till they were caught in the resin which -had turned to amber; and this always ended with the -words, “Gentlemen, these things are an allegory.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I was summoned forth by the Dean, the audience -was somewhat weary: two lectures on mathematics had -had a depressing effect upon hearers who did not understand -a word of the subject. Uvárov called for something -more lively and a speaker with a ready tongue; and I was -chosen to meet the situation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While I was mounting to the desk, Lovetski sat there -motionless, with his hands on his knees, looking like -Memnon or Osiris. I whispered to him, “Never fear! I -shan’t give you away!”—and the worthy professor, without -looking at me and hardly moving his lips, formed the -words, “Boast not, when girding on thine armour!” I -nearly laughed aloud, but when I looked in front of me, -the whole room swam before my eyes, I felt that I was -losing colour, and my mouth grew strangely dry. It was -my first speech in public; the lecture-room was full of -students, who relied upon me; at a table just below me -sat the dignitaries and all the professors of our faculty. -I took the paper and read out in a voice that sounded -strange to myself, “Crystallisation: its conditions, laws, -and forms.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>While I was considering how I should begin, a consoling -thought came into my head—that, if I did make mistakes, -the professors might perhaps detect them but would -<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>certainly not speak of them, while the rest of the audience -would be quite in the dark, and the students would be -quite satisfied if I managed not to break down; for I was -a favourite with them. So I delivered my lecture and -ended up with some speculative observations, addressing -myself throughout to my companions and not to the -minister. Students and professors shook me by the hand -and expressed their thanks. Uvárov presented me to -Prince Golitsyn, who said something, but I could not -understand it, as the Prince used vowels only and no consonants. -Uvárov promised me a book as a souvenir of -the occasion; but I never got it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My second and third appearances on a public stage -were very different. In 1836 I took a chief part in amateur -theatricals before the Governor and <i>beau monde</i> of -Vyatka. Though we had been rehearsing for a month, my -heart beat furiously and my hands trembled; when the -overture came to an end, dead silence followed, and the -curtain slowly rose with an awful twitching. The leading -lady and I were in the green-room; and she was so sorry -for me, or so afraid that I would break down and spoil -the piece, that she administered a full bumper of champagne; -but even this was hardly able to restore me to -my senses.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This preliminary experience saved me from all nervous -symptoms and self-consciousness when I made my third -public appearance, which was at a Polish meeting held -in London and presided over by the ex-Minister Ledru-Rollin.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§18</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But perhaps I have dwelt long enough on College memories. -I fear it may be a sign of senility to linger so long -<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>over them; and I shall only add a few details on the -cholera of 1831.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The word “cholera,” so familiar now in Europe and -especially in Russia, was heard in the North for the first -time in 1831. The dread contagion caused general terror, -as it spread up the course of the Volga towards Moscow. -Exaggerated rumours filled men’s minds with horror. The -epidemic took a capricious course, sometimes pausing, -and sometimes passing over a district; it was believed -that it had gone round Moscow, when suddenly the terrible -tidings spread like wildfire, “The cholera is in the -city.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A student who was taken ill one morning died in the -University hospital on the evening of the next day. We -went to look at the body. It was emaciated as if by long -illness, the eyes were sunk in their sockets, and the -features were distorted. Near him lay his attendant who -had caught the infection during the night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were told that the University was to be closed. The -notice was read in our faculty by Denísov, the professor -of technology; he was depressed and perhaps frightened; -before the end of the next day he too was dead.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All the students collected in the great court of the University. -There was something touching in that crowd of -young men forced asunder by the fear of infection. All -were excited, and there were many pale faces; many were -thinking of relations and friends; we said good-bye to -the scholars who were to remain behind in quarantine, -and dispersed in small groups to our homes. There we -were greeted by the stench of chloride of lime and vinegar, -and submitted to a diet which, of itself and without -chloride or cholera, was quite enough to cause an illness.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>It is a strange fact, but this sad time is more solemn -than sad in my recollection of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The aspect of Moscow was entirely changed. The city -was animated beyond its wont by the feeling of a common -life. There were fewer carriages in the streets; -crowds stood at the crossings and spoke darkly of poisoners; -ambulances, conveying the sick, moved along at a -footpace, escorted by police; and people turned aside as -the hearses went by. Bulletins were published twice a -day. The city was surrounded by troops, and an unfortunate -beadle was shot while trying to cross the river. -These measures caused much excitement, and fear of disease -conquered the fear of authority; the inhabitants protested; -and meanwhile tidings followed tidings—that so-and-so -had sickened and so-and-so was dead.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Archbishop, Philaret, ordained a Day of Humiliation. -At the same hour on the same day all the priests -went in procession with banners round their parishes, -while the terrified inhabitants came out of their houses -and fell on their knees, weeping and praying that their -sins might be forgiven; even the priests were moved by -the solemnity of the occasion. Some of them marched to -the Kremlin, where the Archbishop, surrounded by clerical -dignitaries, knelt in the open air and prayed, “May -this cup pass from us!”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§19</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Philaret carried on a kind of opposition to Government, -but why he did so I never could understand, unless it -was to assert his own personality. He was an able and -learned man, and a perfect master of the Russian language, -which he spoke with a happy flavouring of Church-Slavonic; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>but all this gave him no right to be in opposition. -The people disliked him and called him a freemason, -because he was intimate with Prince A. N. Golitsyn -and preached in Petersburg just when the Bible Society -was in vogue there. The Synod forbade the use of -his Catechism in the schools. But the clergy who were -under his rule trembled before him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Philaret knew how to put down the secular powers with -great ingenuity and dexterity; his sermons breathed that -vague Christian socialism to which Lacordaire and other -far-sighted Roman Catholics owed their reputation. From -the height of his episcopal pulpit, Philaret used to say -that no man could be legally the mere instrument of -another, and that an exchange of services was the only -proper relation between human beings; and this he said -in a country where half the population were slaves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Speaking to a body of convicts who were leaving Moscow -on their way to Siberia, he said, “Human law has -condemned you and driven you forth; but the Church -will not let you go; she wishes to address you once more, -to pray for you once again, and to bless you before your -journey.” Then, to comfort them, he added, “You, by -your punishment, have got rid of your past, and a new -life awaits you; but, among others” (and there were probably -no others present except officials) “there are even -greater sinners than you”; and he spoke of the penitent -thief at the Crucifixion as an example for them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Philaret’s sermon on the Day of Humiliation left -all his previous utterances in the shade. He took as his -text the passage where the angel suffered David to choose -between war, famine, and pestilence as the punishment -for his sin, and David chose the pestilence. The Tsar -<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>came to Moscow in a furious rage, and sent a high Court -official to reprove the Archbishop; he even threatened to -send him to Georgia to exercise his functions there. Philaret -submitted meekly to the reproof; and then he sent -round a new rescript to all the churches, explaining that -it was a mistake to suppose that he had meant David to -represent the Tsar: we ourselves were David, sunk like -him in the mire of sin. In this way, the meaning of the -original sermon was explained even to those who had -failed to grasp its meaning at first.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such was the way in which the Archbishop of Moscow -played at opposition.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Day of Humiliation was as ineffectual as the -chloride of lime; and the plague grew worse and worse.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§20</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I witnessed the whole course of the frightful epidemic -of cholera at Paris in 1849. The violence of the disease -was increased by the hot June weather; the poor died -like flies; of the middle classes some fled to the country, -and the rest locked themselves up in their houses. The -Government, exclusively occupied by the struggle against -the revolutionists, never thought of taking any active -steps. Large private subscriptions failed to meet the requirements -of the situation. The working class were left -to take their chance; the hospitals could not supply all -the beds, nor the police all the coffins, that were required; -and corpses remained for forty-eight hours in living-rooms -crowded with a number of different families.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In Moscow things were different.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Prince Dmitri Golitsyn was Governor of the city, not -a strong man, but honourable, cultured, and highly respected. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>He gave the line to Moscow society, and everything -was arranged by the citizens themselves without -much interference on the part of Government. A committee -was formed of the chief residents—rich landowners -and merchants. Each member of the committee -undertook one of the districts of Moscow. In a few days -twenty hospitals were opened, all supported by voluntary -contributions and not costing one penny to the State. The -merchants supplied all that was required in the hospitals—bedding, -linen, and warm clothing, and this last might -be kept by convalescents. Young people acted gratuitously -as inspectors in the hospitals, to see that the free-will -offerings of the merchants were not stolen by the -orderlies and nurses.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The University too played its part. The whole medical -school, both teachers and students, put themselves at the -disposal of the committee. They were distributed among -the hospitals and worked there incessantly until the infection -was over. For three or four months these young -men did fine work in the hospitals, as assistant physicians, -dressers, nurses, or clerks, and all this for no pecuniary -reward and at a time when the fear of infection was intense. -I remember one Little Russian student who was -trying to get an <i>exeat</i> on urgent private affairs when the -cholera began. It was difficult to get an <i>exeat</i> in term-time, -but he got it at last and was just preparing to start -when the other students were entering the hospitals. He -put his <i>exeat</i> in his pocket and joined them. When he -left the hospital, his leave of absence had long expired, -and he was the first to laugh heartily at the form his trip -had taken.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Moscow has the appearance of being sleepy and slack, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>of caring for nothing but gossip and piety and fashionable -intelligence; but she invariably wakes up and rises -to the occasion when the hour strikes and when the -thunder-storm breaks over Russia.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She was wedded to Russia in blood in 1612, and she -was welded to Russia in the fire of 1812.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She bent her head before Peter, because he was the -wild beast whose paw contained the whole future of -Russia.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Frowning and pouting out his lips, Napoleon sat outside -the gates, waiting for the keys of Moscow; impatiently -he pulled at his bridle and twitched his glove. He was -not accustomed to be alone when he entered foreign -capitals.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But other thoughts had Moscow mine,” as Púshkin -wrote, and she set fire to herself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The cholera appeared, and once again the people’s -capital showed itself full of feeling and power!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§21</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In August of 1830 we went to stay at Vasílevskoë, and -broke our journey as usual at Perkhushkov, where our -house looked like a castle in a novel of Mrs. Radcliffe’s. -After taking a meal and feeding the horses, we were preparing -to resume our journey, and Bakai, with a towel -round his waist, was just calling out to the coachman, -“All right!” when a mounted messenger signed to us to -stop. This was a groom belonging to my uncle, the Senator. -Covered with dust and sweat, he jumped off his horse -and delivered a packet to my father. The packet contained -the <i>Revolution of July</i>! Two pages of the <i>Journal -des Débats</i>, which he brought with him as well as a letter, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>I read over a hundred times till I knew them by heart; -and for the first time I found the country tiresome.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a glorious time and events moved quickly. The -spare figure of Charles X had hardly disappeared into -the fogs of Holyrood, when Belgium burst into flame and -the throne of the citizen-king began to totter. The revolutionary -spirit began to work in men’s mouths and in literature: -novels, plays, and poetry entered the arena and -preached the good cause.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We knew nothing then of the theatrical element which -is part of all revolutionary movements in France, and -we believed sincerely in all we heard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If anyone wishes to know how powerfully the news of -the July revolution worked on the rising generation, let -him read what Heine wrote, when he heard in Heligoland -that “the great Pan, the pagan god, was dead.” There is -no sham enthusiasm there: Heine at thirty was just as -much carried away, just as childishly excited, as we were -at eighteen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We followed every word and every incident with close -attention—bold questions and sharp replies, General -Lafayette and General Lamarque. Not only did we know -all about the chief actors—on the radical side, of course—but -we were warmly attached to them, and cherished -their portraits, from Manuel and Benjamin Constant to -Dupont de l’Eure and Armand Carrel.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§22</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Our special group consisted of five to begin with, and -then we fell in with a sixth, Vadim Passek.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was much that was new to us in Vadim. We five -had all been brought up in very much the same way: -<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>we knew no places but Moscow and the surrounding -country; we had read the same books and taken lessons -from the same teachers; we had been educated either at -home or in the boarding-school connected with the University. -But Vadim was born in Siberia, during his father’s -exile, and had suffered poverty and privation. His father -was his teacher, and he was one of a large family, who -grew up familiar with want but free from all other restraints. -Siberia has a stamp of its own, quite unlike the -stamp of provincial Russia; those who bear it have more -health and more elasticity. Compared to Vadim we were -tame. His courage was of a different kind, heroic and at -times overbearing; the high distinction of suffering had -developed in him a special kind of pride, but he had also -a generous warmth of heart. He was bold, and even imprudent -to excess; but a man born in Siberia and belonging -to a family of exiles has this advantage over others, -that Siberia has for him no terrors.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As soon as we met, Vadim rushed into our arms. Very -soon we became intimate. It should be said that there -was nothing of the nature of ceremony or prudent precaution -in our little coterie of those days.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Would you like to know Ketcher, of whom you have -heard so much?” Vadim once asked me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Of course I should.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, come at seven to-morrow evening, and don’t be -late; he will be at our house.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I arrived, Vadim was out. A tall man with an -expressive face was waiting for him and shot a glance, -half good-natured and half formidable, at me from under -his spectacles. I took up a book, and he followed my example.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>“I say,” he began, as he opened the book, “are you -Herzen?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And so conversation began and soon grew fast and furious. -Ketcher soon interrupted me with no ceremony: “Excuse -me! I should be obliged if you would address me as -‘thou.’”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“By all means!” said I. And from that minute—perhaps -it was the beginning of 1831—we were inseparable -friends; and from that minute Ketcher’s friendly laugh -or fierce shout became a part of my life at all its stages.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The acquaintance with Vadim brought a new and -gentler element into our camp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As before, our chief meeting-place was Ogaryóv’s house. -His invalid father had gone to live in the country, and he -lived alone on the ground-floor of their Moscow house, -which was near the University and had a great attraction -for us all. Ogaryóv had that magnetic power which forms -the first point of crystallisation in any medley of disordered -atoms, provided the necessary affinity exists. -Though scattered in all directions, they become imperceptibly -the heart of an organism. In his bright cheerful -room with its red and gold wall-paper, amid the perpetual -smell of tobacco and punch and other—I was going to -say, eatables and drinkables, but now I remember that -there was seldom anything to eat but cheese—we often -spent the time from dark till dawn in heated argument -and sometimes in noisy merriment. But, side by side with -that hospitable students’ room, there grew more and more -dear to us another house, in which we learned—I might -say, for the first time—respect for family life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Vadim often deserted our discussions and went off -home: when he had not seen his mother and sisters for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>some time, he became restless. To us our little club was -the centre of the world, and we thought it strange that -he should prefer the society of his family; were not we -a family too?</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then he introduced us to his family. They had lately -returned from Siberia; they were ruined, yet they bore -that stamp of dignity which calamity engraves, not on -every sufferer, but on those who have borne misfortune -with courage.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§23</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Their father was arrested in Paul’s reign, having been -informed against for revolutionary designs. He was -thrown into prison at Schlüsselburg and then banished -to Siberia. When Alexander restored thousands of his -father’s exiles, Passek was <i>forgotten</i>. He was a nephew -of the Passek who became Governor of Poland, and might -have claimed a share of the fortune which had now passed -into other hands.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While detained at Schlüsselburg, Passek had married -the daughter of an officer of the garrison. The young girl -knew that exile would be his fate, but she was not deterred -by that prospect. In Siberia they made a shift at first to -get on, by selling their last belongings, but the pressure -of poverty grew steadily worse and worse, and the process -was hastened by their increasing family. Yet neither destitution -nor manual toil, nor the absence of warm clothing -and sometimes of daily food—nothing prevented them -from rearing a whole family of lion-cubs, who inherited -from their father his dauntless pride and self-confidence. -He educated them by his example, and they were taught -by their mother’s self-sacrifice and bitter tears. The girls -<span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>were not inferior to the boys in heroic constancy. Why -shrink from using the right word?—they were a family -of heroes. No one would believe what they endured and -did for one another; and they held their heads high -through it all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When they were in Siberia, the three sisters had at one -time a single pair of shoes between them; and they kept -it to walk out in, in order to hide their need from the -public eye.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the beginning of the year 1826 Passek was permitted -to return to Russia. It was winter weather, and -it was a terrible business for so large a family to travel -from Tobolsk without furs and without money; but exile -becomes most unbearable when it is over, and they were -longing to be gone. They contrived it somehow. The -foster-mother of one of the children, a peasant woman, -brought them her poor savings as a contribution, and -only asked that they would take her too; the post-boys -brought them as far as the Russian frontier for little payment -or none at all; the children took turns in driving -or walking; and so they completed the long winter journey -from the Ural ridge to Moscow. Moscow was their dream -and their hope; and at Moscow they found starvation -waiting for them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the authorities pardoned Passek, they never -thought of restoring to him any part of his property. On -his arrival, worn out by exertions and privations, he fell -ill; and the family did not know where they were to get -to-morrow’s dinner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The father could bear no more; he died. The widow -and children got on as best they could from day to day. -The greater the need, the harder the sons worked; three -<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>of them took their degree at the University with brilliant -success. The two eldest, both excellent mathematicians, -went to Petersburg; one served in the Navy and the other -in the Engineers, and both contrived to give lessons in -mathematics as well. They practised strict self-denial -and sent home all the money they earned.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I have a vivid recollection of their old mother in her -dark jacket and white cap. Her thin pale face was covered -with wrinkles, and she looked much older than she was; -the eyes alone still lived and revealed such a fund of -gentleness and love, and such a past of anxiety and tears. -She was in love with her children; they were wealth and -distinction and youth to her; she used to read us their -letters, and spoke of them with a sacred depth of feeling, -while her feeble voice sometimes broke and trembled with -unshed tears.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes there was a family gathering of them all -at Moscow, and then the mother’s joy was beyond description. -When they sat down to their modest meal, she -would move round the table and arrange things, looking -with such joy and pride at her young ones, and sometimes -mutely appealing to me for sympathy and admiration. -They were really, in point of good looks also, an exceptional -family. At such times I longed to kiss her hand -and fall upon her neck.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She was happy then; it would have been well if she -had died at one of those meetings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the space of two years she lost her three eldest sons. -Diomid died gloriously, honoured by the foe, in the arms -of victory, though he laid down his life in a quarrel that -was not his. As a young general, he was killed in action -against Circassians. But laurels cannot mend a mother’s -<span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>broken heart. The other two were less fortunate: the -weight of Russian life lay heavy upon them and crushed -them at last.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alas! poor mother!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§24</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Vadim died in February of 1843. I was present at his -death; it was the first time I had witnessed the death of -one dear to me, and I realised the unrelieved horror, the -senseless irrationality, and the stupid injustice of the -tragedy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Ten years earlier Vadim had married my cousin -Tatyana, and I was best man at the wedding. Family -life and change of conditions parted us to some extent. -He was happy in his quiet life, but outward circumstances -were unfavourable and his enterprises were unsuccessful. -Shortly before I and my friends were arrested, he went -to Khárkov, where he had been promised a professor’s -chair in the University. This trip saved him from prison; -but his name had come to the ears of the police, and the -University refused to appoint him. An official admitted -to him that a document had been received forbidding his -appointment, because the Government knew that he was -connected with <i>disaffected persons</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So Vadim remained without employment, <i>i.e.</i> without -bread to eat. That was his form of punishment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were banished. Relations with us were dangerous. -Black years of want began for him; for seven years he -struggled to earn a bare living, suffering from contact -with rough manners and hard hearts, and unable to exchange -messages with his friends in their distant place -of exile; and the struggle proved too hard even for his -powerful frame.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>“One day we had spent all our money to the last -penny;”—his wife told me this story later—“I had tried -to borrow ten <i>roubles</i> the day before, but I failed, because -I had borrowed already in every possible quarter. The -shops refused to give us any further credit, and our one -thought was—what will the children get to eat to-morrow? -Vadim sat in sorrow near the window; then he got up, -took his hat, and said he meant to take a walk. I saw -that he was very low, and I felt frightened; and yet I -was glad that he should have something to divert his -thoughts. When he went out, I threw myself upon the -bed and wept bitter tears, and then I began to think what -was to be done. Everything of any value, rings and -spoons, had been pawned long ago. I could see no resource -but one—to go to our relations and beg their cold -charity, their bitter alms. Meanwhile Vadim was walking -aimlessly about the streets till he came to the Petrovsky -Boulevard. As he passed a bookseller’s shop there, it -occurred to him to ask whether a single copy of his book -had been sold. Five days earlier he had enquired, with -no result; and he was full of apprehension when he entered -the shop. ‘Very glad to see you,’ said the man; ‘I -have heard from my Petersburg agent that he has sold -300 <i>roubles’</i> worth of your books. Would you like payment -now?’ And the man there and then counted out -fifteen gold pieces. Vadim’s joy was so great that he was -bewildered. He hurried to the nearest eating-house, bought -food, fruit, and a bottle of wine, hired a cab, and drove -home in triumph. I was adding water to some remnants -of soup, to feed the children, and I meant to give him a -little, pretending that I had eaten something already; -and then suddenly he came in, carrying his parcel and the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>bottle of wine, and looking as happy and cheerful as in -times past.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then she burst out sobbing and could not utter another -word.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After my return from banishment I saw him occasionally -in Petersburg and found him much changed. He kept -his old convictions, but he kept them as a warrior, feeling -that he is mortally wounded, still grasps his sword. -He was exhausted and depressed, and looked forward -without hope. And such I found him in Moscow in 1842; -his circumstances were improved to some extent, and his -works were appreciated, but all this came too late.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then consumption—that terrible disease which I was -fated to watch once again<a id='r52' /><a href='#f52' class='c016'><sup>[52]</sup></a>—declared itself in the autumn -of 1842, and Vadim wasted away.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f52'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r52'>52</a>. </span>Herzen’s wife died of consumption at Nice in 1852.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>A month before he died, I noticed with horror that his -powers of mind were failing and growing dim like a flickering -candle; the atmosphere of the sick-room grew -darker steadily. Soon it cost him a laborious effort to find -words for incoherent speech, and he confused words of -similar sound; at last, he hardly spoke except to express -anxiety about his medicines and the hours for taking -them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At three o’clock one February morning, his wife sent -for me. The sick man was in distress and asking for me. -I went up to his bed and touched his hand; his wife -named me, and he looked long and wearily at me but -failed to recognise me and shut his eyes again. Then the -children were brought, and he looked at them, but I do -not think he recognised them either. His breathing became -more difficult; there were intervals of quiet followed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span>by long gasps. Just then the bells of a neighbouring -church rang out; Vadim listened and then said, -“That’s for early Mass,” and those were his last words. -His wife sobbed on her knees beside the body; a young -college friend, who had shown them much kindness during -the last illness, moved about the room, pushing away -the table with the medicine-bottles and drawing up the -blinds. I left the house; it was frosty and bright out of -doors, and the rising sun glittered on the snow, just as -if all was right with the world. My errand was to order -a coffin.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I returned, the silence of death reigned in the -little house. In accordance with Russian custom, the dead -man was lying on the table in the drawing-room, and an -artist-friend, seated at a little distance, was drawing, -through his tears, a portrait of the lifeless features. Near -the body stood a tall female figure, with folded arms and -an expression of infinite sorrow; she stood silent, and no -sculptor could have carved a nobler or more impressive -embodiment of grief. She was not young, but still retained -the traces of a severe and stately beauty; wrapped up in a -long mantle of black velvet trimmed with ermine, she -stood there like a statue.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I remained standing at the door.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The silence went on for several minutes; but suddenly -she bent forward, pressed a kiss on the cold forehead, -and said, “Good-bye, good-bye, dear Vadim”; then she -walked with a steady step into an inner room. The painter -went on with his work; he nodded to me, and I sat down -by the window in silence; we felt no wish to talk.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The lady was Mme. Chertkóv, the sister of Count -Zachar Chernyshev, one of the exiled Decembrists.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>Melchizedek, the Abbot of St. Peter’s Monastery, himself -offered that Vadim should be buried within the convent -walls. He knew Vadim and respected him for his -researches into the history of Moscow. He had once been -a simple carpenter and a furious dissenter; but he was -converted to Orthodoxy, became a monk, and rose to be -Prior and finally Abbot. Yet he always kept the broad -shoulders, fine ruddy face, and simple heart of the carpenter.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the body appeared before the monastery gates, -Melchizedek and all his monks came out to meet the -martyr’s poor coffin, and escorted it to the grave, singing -the funeral music. Not far from his grave rests the dust -of another who was dear to us, Venevitínov, and his epitaph -runs—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c022'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He knew life well but left it soon”—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>and Vadim knew it as well.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Fortune was not content even with his death. Why -indeed did his mother live to be so old? When the period -of exile came to an end, and when she had seen her children -in their youth and beauty and fine promise for the -future, life had nothing more to give her. Any man who -values happiness should seek to die young. Permanent -happiness is no more possible than ice that will not melt.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Vadim’s eldest brother died a few months after Diomid, -the soldier, fell in Circassia: a neglected cold proved fatal -to his enfeebled constitution. He was the oldest of the -family, and he was hardly forty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Long and black are the shadows thrown back by these -three coffins of three dear friends; the last months of my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_168'>168</span>youth are veiled from me by funeral crape and the incense -of thuribles.</p> - -<hr class='c023' /> -<h3 class='c014'>§25</h3> - -<p class='c018'>After dragging on for a year, the affair of Sungurov -and our other friends who had been arrested came to an -end. The charge, as in our case and in that of Petrashev’s -group, was that they <i>intended</i> to form a secret society -and had held treasonable conversations. Their punishment -was to be sent to Orenburg, to join the colours.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And now our turn came. Our names were already entered -on the black list of the secret police. The cat dealt -her first playful blow at the mouse in the following way.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When our friends, after their sentence, were starting -on their long march to Orenburg without warm enough -clothing, Ogaryóv and Kiréevski each started a subscription -for them, as none of them had money. Kiréevski took -the proceeds to Staal, the commandant, a very kind-hearted -old soldier, of whom more will be said hereafter. -Staal promised to transmit the money, and then said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What papers are those you have?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The subscribers’ names,” said Kiréevski, “and a list -of subscriptions.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you trust me to pay over the money?” the old -man asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Of course I do.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And I fancy the subscribers will trust you. Well, then, -what’s the use of our keeping these names?” and Staal -threw the list into the fire; and I need hardly say that -was a very kind action.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Ogaryóv took the money he had collected to the prison -<span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span>himself, and no difficulty was raised. But the prisoners -took it into their heads to send a message of thanks from -Orenburg, and asked some functionary who was travelling -to Moscow to take a letter which they dared not -trust to the post. The functionary did not fail to profit -by such an excellent opportunity of proving his loyalty -to his country: he laid the letter before the head of the -police at Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Volkov, who had held this office, had gone mad, his -delusion being that the Poles wished to elect him as their -king, and Lisovski had succeeded to the position. Lisovski -was a Pole himself; he was not a cruel man or a bad man; -but he had spent his fortune, thanks to gambling and a -French actress, and, like a true philosopher, he preferred -the situation of chief of the police at Moscow to a situation -in the slums of that city.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He summoned Ogaryóv, Ketcher, Satin, Vadim, Obolenski, -and others, and charged them with having relations -with political prisoners. Ogaryóv replied that he had written -to none of them and had received no letter; if one of -them had written to him, he could not be responsible for -that. Lisovski then said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You raised a subscription for them, which is even -worse. The Tsar is merciful enough to pardon you for -once; but I warn you, gentlemen, that you will be strictly -watched, and you had better be careful.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He looked meaningly at all the party and his eye fell on -Ketcher, who was older and taller than the rest, and was -lifting his eyebrows and looking rather fierce. He added, -“I wonder that you, Sir, considering your position in -society, are not ashamed to behave so.” Ketcher was only -a country doctor; but, from Lisovski’s words, he might -<span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>have been Chancellor of the imperial Orders of Knighthood.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was not summoned; it is probable that the letter did -not contain my name.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This threat we regarded as a promotion, a consecration, -a powerful incentive. Lisovski’s warning was oil on -the flames; and, as if to make it easier for the police, we -all took to velvet caps of the Karl Sand<a id='r53' /><a href='#f53' class='c016'><sup>[53]</sup></a> fashion and tricolor -neckties.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f53'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r53'>53</a>. </span>The German student who shot Kotzebue.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Colonel Shubinski now climbed up with the velvet -tread of a cat into Lisovski’s place, and soon marked his -predecessor’s weakness in dealing with us: our business -was to serve as one of the steps in his official career, and -we did what was wanted.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§26</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But first I shall add a few words about the fate of Sungurov -and his companions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Kolreif returned to Moscow, where he died in the arms -of his grief-stricken father.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Kostenetski and Antonovitch both distinguished themselves -as private soldiers in the Caucasus and received -commissions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The fate of the unhappy Sungurov was far more tragic. -On reaching the first stage of their journey from Moscow, -he asked permission of the officer, a young man of -twenty, to leave the stifling cottage crammed with convicts -for the fresh air. The officer walked out with him. -Sungurov watched for an opportunity, sprang off the -road, and disappeared. He must have known the district -well, for he eluded the officer; but the police got upon -<span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span>his tracks next day. When he saw that escape was impossible, -he cut his throat. He was carried back to Moscow, -unconscious and bleeding profusely. The unlucky -officer was deprived of his commission.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sungurov did not die. He was tried again, not for a -political offence but for trying to escape. Half his head -was shaved; and to this outward ignominy the court -added a <i>single stroke</i> of the whip to be inflicted inside -the prison. Whether this was actually carried out, I do not -know. He was then sent off to work in the mines at Nerchinsk.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His name came to my ears just once again and then -vanished for ever.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I was at Vyatka, I happened to meet in the -street a young doctor, a college friend; and we spoke -about old times and common acquaintances.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Good God!” said the doctor, “do you know whom I -saw on my way here? I was waiting at a post-house for -fresh horses. The weather was abominable. An officer in -command of a party of convicts came in to warm himself. -We began to talk; and hearing that I was a doctor, he -asked me to take a look at one of the prisoners on march; -I could tell him whether the man was shamming or really -very bad. I consented: of course, I intended in any case to -back up the convict. There were eighteen convicts, as -well as women and children, in one smallish barrack-room; -some of the men had their heads shaved, and some -had not; but they were all fettered. They opened out to -let the officer pass; and we saw a figure wrapped in a -convict’s overcoat and lying on some straw in a corner -of the dirty room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘There’s your patient,’ said the officer. No fibs on my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>part were necessary: the man was in a high fever. He was -a horrible sight: he was thin and worn out by prison and -marching; half his head was shaved, and his beard was -growing; he was rolling his eyes in delirium and constantly -calling for water.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Are you feeling bad, my man?’ I said to the patient, -and then I told the officer that he was quite unable to -march.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The man fixed his eyes on me and then muttered, ‘Is -that you?’ He addressed me by name and added, in a -voice that went through me like a knife, ‘You won’t -know me again.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Excuse me,’ I said; ‘I have forgotten your name,’ -and I took his hot dry hand in my own.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘I am Sungurov,’ he answered. Poor fellow!” repeated -the doctor, shaking his head.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, did they leave him there?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No: a cart was got for him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>After writing the preceding narrative, I learned that -Sungurov died at Nerchinsk.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER VII</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>End of College Life—The “Schiller” Stage—Youth—The Artistic -Life—Saint-Simonianism and N. Polevói—Polezháev.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>THE storm had not yet burst over our heads when -my college course came to an end. My experience -of the final stage of education was exactly like -that of everyone else—constant worry and sleepless -nights for the sake of a painful and useless test of the -memory, superficial cramming, and all real interest in -learning crowded out by the nightmare of examination. I -wrote an astronomical dissertation for the gold medal, and -the silver medal was awarded me. I am sure that I should -not be able now to understand what I wrote then, and that -it was worth its weight—<i>in silver</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I have sometimes dreamt since that I was a student -preparing for examination; I thought with horror how -much I had forgotten and how certain I was to fail, and -then I woke up, to rejoice with all my heart that the sea -and much else lay between me and my University, and -that no one would ever examine me again or venture to -place me at the bottom of the list. My professors would -<span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span>really be astonished, if they could discover how much I -have gone backward in the interval.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the examinations were over, the professors shut -themselves up to count the marks, and we walked up and -down the passage and the vestibule, the prey of hopes and -fears. Whenever anyone left the meeting, we rushed to -him, eager to learn our fate; but the decision took a long -time. At last Heiman came out and said to me, “I congratulate -you; you have passed.” “Who else? who else?” I -asked; and some names were mentioned. I felt both sad -and pleased. As I walked out of the college gates, I felt -that I was leaving the place otherwise than yesterday or -ever before, and becoming a stranger to that great family -party in which I had spent four years of youth and happiness. -On the other hand, I was pleased by the feeling that -I was now admittedly grown up, and also—I may as well -confess it—by the fact that I had got my degree at the -first time of asking.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I owe so much to my <i>Alma Mater</i> and I continued so -long after my degree to live her life and near her, that I -cannot recall the place without love and reverence. She -will not accuse me of ingratitude. In this case at least -it is easy to be grateful; for gratitude is inseparable from -love and bright memories of youthful development. Writing -in a distant foreign land, I send her my blessing!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The year which we spent after leaving College formed a -triumphant conclusion to the first period of our youth. -It was one long festival of friendship, of high spirits, of -inspiration and exchange of ideas.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were a small group of college friends who kept together -<span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>after our course was over, and continued to share -the same views and the same ideals. Not one of us thought -of his future career or financial position. I should not -praise this attitude in grown-up people, but I value it -highly in a young man. Except where it is dried up by -the corrupting influence of vulgar respectability, youth -is everywhere unpractical, and is especially bound to be -so in a young country which has many ideals and has -realised few of them. Besides, the unpractical sphere is -not always a fool’s paradise: every aspiration for the -future involves some degree of imagination; and, but for -unpractical people, practical life would never get beyond -a tiresome repetition of the old routine.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Enthusiasm of some kind is a better safeguard against -real degradation than any sermon. I can remember youthful -follies, when high spirits carried us sometimes into -excesses; but I do not remember a single disgraceful incident -among our set, nothing that a man need be really -ashamed of or seek to forget and cover up. Bad things -are done in secret; and there was nothing secret in our -way of life. Half our thoughts—more than half—were -not directed towards that region where idle sensuality and -morbid selfishness are concentrated on impure designs -and make vice thrice as vicious.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I have a sincere pity for any nation where old heads -grow on young shoulders; youth is a matter, not only of -years, but of temperament. The German student, in the -height of his eccentricity, is a hundred times better than -the young Frenchman or Englishman with his dull grown-up -<span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>airs; as to American boys who are men at fifteen—I -find them simply repulsive.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In old France the young nobles were really young and -fine; and later, such men as Saint Just and Hoche, Marceau -and Desmoulins, heroic children reared on Rousseau’s -dark gospel, were young too, in the true sense of -the word. The Revolution was the work of young men: -neither Danton nor Robespierre, nor Louis XVI himself -survived his thirty-fifth year. Under Napoleon, the young -men all became subalterns; the Restoration, the “resurrection -of old age,” had no use for young men; and everybody -became grown-up, business-like, and dull.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The last really young Frenchmen were the followers of -Saint Simon.<a id='r54' /><a href='#f54' class='c016'><sup>[54]</sup></a> A few exceptions only prove the fact that -their young men have no liveliness or poetry in their disposition. -Escousse and Lebras blew their brains out, just -because they were young men in a society where all were -old. Others struggled like fish jerked out of the water -upon a muddy bank, till some of them got caught on the -barricades and others on the Jesuits’ hook.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f54'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r54'>54</a>. </span>Claude Henri, Comte de Saint-Simon (1760-1825), founded -at Paris a society which was called by his name. His views were -socialistic.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Still youth must assert itself somehow, and therefore -most young Frenchmen go through an “artistic” period: -that is, those who have no money spend their time in -humble cafés of the Latin quarter with humble grisettes, -and those who have money resort to large cafés and more -expensive ladies. They have no “Schiller” stage; but they -have what may be called a “Paul de Kock” stage, which -soon consumes in poor enough fashion all the strength -and vigour of youth, and turns out a man quite fit to be -a commercial traveller. The “artistic” stage leaves at the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>bottom of the soul one passion only—the thirst for money, -which excludes all other interests and determines all the -rest of life; these practical men laugh at abstract questions -and despise women—this is the result of repeated -conquests over those whose profession it is to be defeated. -Most young men, when going through this stage, find a -guide and philosopher in some hoary sinner, an extinct -celebrity who lives by sponging on his young friends—an -actor who has lost his voice, or an artist whose hand -has begun to shake. Telemachus imitates his Mentor’s -pronunciation and his drinks, and especially his contempt -for social problems and profound knowledge of -gastronomy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In England this stage takes a different form. There -young men go through a stormy period of amiable eccentricity, -which consists in silly practical jokes, absurd extravagance, -heavy pleasantries, systematic but carefully -concealed profligacy, and useless expeditions to the ends -of the earth. Then there are horses, dogs, races, dull dinners; -next comes the wife with an incredible number of -fat, red-cheeked babies, business in the City, the <i>Times</i>, -parliament, and old port which finally clips the Englishman’s -wings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We too did foolish things and were riotous at times, -but the prevailing tone was different and the atmosphere -purer. Folly and noise were never an object in themselves. -We believed in our mission; and though we may have -made mistakes, yet we respected ourselves and one another -as the instruments of a common purpose.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But what were these revels of ours like? It would suddenly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span>occur to one of us that this was the fourth of -December and that the sixth was St. Nicholas’ Day. Many -of us were named after the Saint, Ogaryóv himself and at -least three more. “Well, who shall give a dinner on the -day?” “I will—I will.” “I’ll give one on the seventh.” -“Pooh! what’s the seventh? We must contribute and -all give it together; and that will be a grand feed.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“All right. Where shall we meet?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So-and-so is ill. Clearly we must go to him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then followed plans and calculations which gave a -surprising amount of occupation to both hosts and guests -at the coming banquet. One Nikolai went off to a restaurant -to order the supper, another elsewhere to order cheese -and savouries; our wine invariably came from the famous -shop of Deprez. We were no connoisseurs and never -soared above champagne; indeed, our youthful palates -deserted even champagne in favour of a brand called -<i>Rivesaltes Mousseux</i>. I once noticed this name on the -card of a Paris restaurant, and called for a bottle of it, -in memory of 1833. But alas! not even sentiment could -induce me to swallow more than one glass.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The wine had to be tasted before the feast, and as the -samples evidently gave great satisfaction, it was necessary -to send more than one mission for this purpose.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In this connexion I cannot refrain from recording something -that happened to our friend Sokolovski. He could -never keep money and spent at once whatever he got. -A year before his arrest, he paid a visit to Moscow. As -he had been successful in selling the manuscript of a -poem, he determined to give a dinner and to ask not only -<span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span>us but such bigwigs as Polevói, Maximovitch, and others. -On the day before, he went out with Polezháev, who was -in Moscow with his regiment, to make his purchases; he -bought all kinds of needless things, cups and even a -<i>samovár</i>, and finally wine and eatables, such as stuffed -turkeys, patties, and so on. Five of us went that evening -to his rooms, and he proposed to open a single bottle for -our benefit. A second followed, and at the end of the -evening, or rather, at dawn of the next day, it appeared -that the wine was all drunk and that Sokolovski had no -more money. After paying some small debts, he had spent -all his money on the dinner. He was much distressed, but, -after long reflexion, plucked up courage and wrote to all -the bigwigs that he was seriously ill and must put off his -party.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>For our “feast of the four birthdays” I wrote out a -regular programme, which was honoured by the special -attention of Golitsyn, one of the Commissioners at our -trial, who asked me if the programme had been carried -out exactly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>À la lettre!</i>” I replied. He shrugged his shoulders, as -if his own life had been a succession of Good Fridays -spent in a monastery.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our suppers were generally followed by a lively discussion -over a question of the first importance, which -was this—how ought the punch to be made? Up to this -point, the eating and drinking went on usually in perfect -harmony, like a bill in parliament which is carried <i>nem. -con.</i> But over the punch everyone had his own view; and -the previous meal enlivened the discussion. Was the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span>punch to be set on fire now, or to be set on fire later? -How was it to be set on fire? Was champagne or sauterne -to be used to put it out? Was the pineapple to be put in -while it was still alight, or not?</p> - -<p class='c008'>“While it’s burning, of course! Then all the flavour -will pass into the punch.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Nonsense! The pineapple floats and will get burnt. -That will simply spoil it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That is all rubbish,” cries Ketcher, high above the -rest; “but I’ll tell you what does matter—we must put -out the candles.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the candles were out, all faces looked blue in -the flickering light of the punch. The room was not large, -and the burning rum soon raised the temperature to a -tropical height. All were thirsty, but the punch was not -ready. But Joseph, a French waiter sent from the restaurant, -rose to the occasion: he brewed a kind of antithesis -to the punch—an iced drink compounded of various wines -with a foundation of brandy; and as he poured in the -French wine, he explained, like a true son of the <i>grande -nation</i>, that the wine owed its excellence to having twice -crossed the equator—“<i>Oui, oui, messieurs, deux fois -l’équateur, messieurs!</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Joseph’s cup was as cold as the North Pole. When it -was finished, there was no need of any further liquid; but -Ketcher now called out, “Time to put out the punch!” -He was stirring a fiery lake in a soup-tureen, while the -last lumps of sugar hissed and bubbled as they melted.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In goes the champagne, and the flame turns red and -careers over the surface of the punch, looking somehow -angry and menacing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then a desperate shout: “My good man, are you mad? -<span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>The wax is dropping straight off the bottle into the -punch!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, just you try yourself, in this heat, to hold the -bottle so that the wax won’t melt!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You should knock it off first, of course,” continues the -critic.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The cups, the cups—have we enough to go round? -How many are we—ten, twelve, fourteen? That’s right.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We’ve not got fourteen cups.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Then the rest must take glasses.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The glasses will crack.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Not a bit of it, if you put the spoon in.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The candles are re-lit, the last little tongue of flame -darts to the centre of the bowl, twirls round, and disappears.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And all admit that the punch is a success, a splendid -success.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Next day I awake with a headache, clearly due to the -punch. That comes of mixing liquors. Punch is poison; -I vow never to touch it in future.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My servant, Peter, comes in. “You came in last night, -Sir, wearing someone else’s hat, not so good a hat as your -own.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The deuce take my hat!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Perhaps I had better go where you dined last night -and enquire?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you suppose, my good man, that one of the party -went home bare-headed?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It can do no harm—just in case.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now it dawns upon me that the hat is a pretext, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>that Peter has been invited to the scene of last night’s -revelry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“All right, you can go. But first tell the cook to send -me up some pickled cabbage.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I suppose, Sir, the birthday party went off well last -night?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I should rather think so! There never was such a -party in all my time at College.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I suppose you won’t want me to go to the University -with you to-day?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I feel remorse and make no reply.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Your papa asked me why you were not up yet. But -I was a match for him. ‘He has a headache,’ I said, ‘and -complained when I called him; so I left the blinds down.’ -And your papa said I was right.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“For goodness sake, let me go to sleep! You wanted to -go, so be off with you!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“In a minute, Sir; I’ll just order the cabbage first.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Heavy sleep again seals my eyelids, and I wake in two -hours’ time, feeling a good deal fresher. I wonder what -my friends are doing. Ketcher and Ogaryóv were to spend -the night where we dined. I must admit that the punch -was very good; but its effect on the head is annoying. To -drink it out of a tumbler is a mistake; I am quite determined -in future to drink it always out of a <i>liqueur</i>-glass.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile my father has read the papers and interviewed -the cook as usual.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Have you a headache to-day?” he asks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, a bad one.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Perhaps you’ve been working too hard.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>But the way he asked the question showed he did not -believe that.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, I forgot: you were dining with your friends last -night, eh?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, I was.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A birthday party? And they treated you handsomely, -I’ve no doubt. Did you have soup made with Madeira? -That sort of thing is not to my taste. I know one of your -young friends is too often at the bottle; but I can’t -imagine where he gets the taste from. His poor father -used to give a dinner on his birthday, the twenty-ninth of -June, and ask all his relations; but it was always a very -modest, decent affair. But this modern fashion of champagne -and sardines <i>à l’huile</i>—I don’t like to see it. Your -other friend, that unfortunate young Ogaryóv, is even -worse. Here he is, left to himself in Moscow, with his -pockets full of money. He is constantly sending his coachman, -Jeremy, for wine; and the coachman has no objection, -because the dealer gives him a present.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I did have lunch with Ogaryóv. But I don’t think -my headache can be due to that. I think I will take a -turn in the open air; that always does me good.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“By all means, but I hope you will dine at home.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Certainly; I shan’t be long.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But I must explain the allusion to Madeira in the soup. -A year or more before the grand birthday party, I went -out for a walk with Ogaryóv one day in Easter week, and, -in order to escape dinner at home, I said that I had been -invited to dine at their house by Ogaryóv’s father.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father did not care for my friends in general and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span>used to call them by wrong names, though he always made -the same mistake in addressing any of them; and Ogaryóv -was less of a favourite than any, both because he wore -his hair long and because he smoked without being asked -to do so. But on the other hand, my father could hardly -mutilate his own grandnephew’s surname; and also -Ogaryóv’s father, both by birth and fortune, belonged to -the select circle of people whom my father recognised. -Hence he was pleased to see me going often to their house, -but he would have been still better pleased if the house -had contained no son.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He thought it proper therefore for me to accept the -invitation. But Ogaryóv and I did not repair to his father’s -respectable dining-room. We went first to Price’s place -of entertainment. Price was an acrobat, whom I was delighted -to meet later with his accomplished family in both -Geneva and London. He had a little daughter, whom we -admired greatly and had christened Mignon.<a id='r55' /><a href='#f55' class='c016'><sup>[55]</sup></a> When we -had seen Mignon perform and decided to come back for -the evening performance, we went to dine at the best -restaurant in Moscow. I had one gold piece in my pocket, -and Ogaryóv had about the same sum. At that time we -had no experience in ordering dinners. After long consultation -we ordered fish-soup made with champagne, a -bottle of Rhine wine, and a tiny portion of game. The -result was that we paid a terrific bill and left the restaurant -feeling exceedingly hungry. Then we went back to -see Mignon a second time.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f55'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r55'>55</a>. </span>After the character in Goethe’s <i>Wilhelm Meister</i>. -The Prices were evidently English.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When I was saying good-night to my father, he said, -“Surely you smell of wine.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>“That is probably because there was Madeira in the -soup at dinner,” I replied.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Madeira? That must be a notion of M. Ogaryóv’s son-in-law; -no one but a guardsman would think of such a -thing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And from that time until my banishment, whenever -my father thought that I had been drinking wine and that -my face was flushed, he invariably attributed it to Madeira -in the soup I had taken.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>On the present occasion, I hurried off to the scene of -our revelry and found Ogaryóv and Ketcher still there. -The latter looked rather the worse for wear; he was finding -fault with some of last night’s arrangements and was -severely critical. Ogaryóv was trying a hair of the dog that -bit him, though there was little left to drink after the -party, and that little was now diminished by the descent -of my man Peter, who was by this time in full glory, singing -a song and drumming on the kitchen table downstairs.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When I recall those days, I cannot remember a single -incident among our set such as might weigh upon a man’s -conscience and cause shame in recollection; and this is -true of every one of the group without a single exception.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Of course, there were Platonic lovers among us, and -disenchanted youths of sixteen. Vadim even wrote a play, -in order to set forth the “terrible experience of a broken -heart.” The play began thus—<i>A garden, with a house -in the distance; there are lights in the windows. The -stage is empty. A storm is blowing. The garden gate -clinks and bangs in the wind.</i></p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>“Are the garden and the gate your only <i>dramatis personae</i>?” -I asked him. He was rather offended. “What nonsense -you talk!” he said; “it is no joking matter but an -actual experience. But if you take it so, I won’t read -any more.” But he did, none the less.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were also love affairs which were by no means -Platonic, but there were none of those low intrigues which -ruin the woman concerned and debase the man; there -were no “kept mistresses”; that disgusting phrase did -not even exist. Cool, safe, prosaic profligacy of the -bourgeois fashion, profligacy by contract, was unknown -to our group.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If it is said that I approve of the worst form of profligacy, -in which a woman sells herself for the occasion, -I say that it is you, not I, who approve of it—not you in -particular but people in general. That custom rests so -securely on the present constitution of society that it -needs no patronage of mine.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our interest in general questions and our social ideals -saved us; and a keen interest in scientific and artistic matters -helped us too. These preoccupations had a purifying -effect, just as lighted paper makes grease-spots vanish. -I have kept some of Ogaryóv’s letters written at that time; -and they give a good idea of what was mostly in our -minds. For example, he writes to me on June 7, 1833:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I think we know one another well enough to speak -frankly. You won’t show my letter to anyone. Well, for -some time past I have been so filled—crushed, I might -say—with feelings and ideas, that I think—but ‘think’ -is too weak: I have an indelible impression—that I was -born to be a poet, whether writer of verse or composer of -music, never mind which. I feel it impossible to part -<span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>from this belief; I have a kind of intuition that I am -a poet. Granting that I still write badly, still this inward -fire and this abundance of feeling make me hope that -some day I shall write decently—please excuse the triviality -of the phrase. Tell me, my dear friend, whether I -can believe in my vocation. Perhaps you know better -than I do myself, and you will not be misled.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He writes again on August 18:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So you answer that I am a poet, a true poet. Is it -possible that you understand the full significance of your -words? If you are right, my feelings do not deceive me, -and the object and aspiration of my whole life is not a -mere dream. Are you right, I wonder? I feel sure that -I am not merely raving. No one knows me better than -you do—of that I am sure. Yes! that high vocation is not -mere raving, no mere illusion; it is too high for deception, -it is real, I live by virtue of it and cannot imagine a -different life for myself. If only I could compose, what -a symphony would take wing from my brain just now! -First a majestic <i>adagio</i>; but it has not power to express -all; I need a <i>presto</i>, a wild stormy <i>presto</i>. <i>Adagio</i> and -<i>presto</i> are the two extremes. A fig for your <i>andante</i> and -<i>allegro moderato</i>! They are mere mediocrities who can -only lisp, incapable alike of strong speech or strong feeling.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>To us this strain of youthful enthusiasm sounds strange, -from long disuse; but these few lines of a youth under -twenty show clearly enough that the writer is insured -against commonplace vice and commonplace virtue, and -that, though he may stumble into the mire, he will come -out of it undefiled.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There is no want of self-confidence in the letter; but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>the believer has doubts and a passionate desire for confirmation -and a word of sympathy, though that hardly -needed to be spoken. It is the restlessness of creative -activity, the uneasy looking about of a pregnant soul.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“As yet,” he writes in the same letter, “I can’t catch -the sounds that my brain hears; a physical incapacity -limits my fancy. But never mind! A poet I am, and -poetry whispers to me truth which I could never have -discovered by cold logic. Such is my theory of revelation.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Thus ends the first part of our youth, and the second -begins with prison. But before starting on that episode, I -must record the ideas towards which we were tending -when the prison-doors closed on us.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The period that followed the suppression of the Polish -revolt in 1830 was a period of rapid enlightenment. We -soon perceived with inward horror that things were going -badly in Europe and especially in France—France to -which we looked for a political creed and a banner; and -we began to distrust our own theories.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The simple liberalism of 1826, which by degrees took, -in France, the form sung by Béranger and preached by -men like La Fayette and Benjamin Constant, lost its magic -power over us after the destruction of Poland.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was then that some young Russians, including Vadim, -took refuge in the profound study of Russian history, -while others took to German philosophy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Ogaryóv and I did not join either of these groups. -Certain ideals had become so much a part of us that we -could not lightly give them up. Our belief in the sort of -dinner-table revolution dear to Béranger was shaken; but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>we sought something different, which we could not find -either in Nestor’s <i>Chronicle</i><a id='r56' /><a href='#f56' class='c016'><sup>[56]</sup></a> or in the transcendentalism -of Schelling.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f56'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r56'>56</a>. </span>The earliest piece of literature in Russian.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>During this period of ferment and surmise and endeavour -to understand the doubts that frightened us, there -came into our hands the pamphlets and sermons of the -Saint-Simonians, and the report of their trial. We were -much impressed by them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Superficial and unsuperficial critics alike have had their -laugh at <i>Le Père Enfantin</i><a id='r57' /><a href='#f57' class='c016'><sup>[57]</sup></a> and his apostles; but a time -is coming when a different reception will be given to those -forerunners of socialism.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f57'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r57'>57</a>. </span>Barthèlemy Enfantin (1796-1864) carried on the work of -Saint-Simon in Paris.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Though these young enthusiasts wore long beards and -high waistcoats, yet their appearance in a prosaic world -was both romantic and serious. They proclaimed a new -belief, they had something to say—a principle by virtue -of which they summoned before their judgement-seat the -old order of things, which wished to try them by the <i>code -Napoléon</i> and the religion of the House of Orleans.</p> - -<p class='c008'>First, they proclaimed the emancipation of women—summoning -them to a common task, giving them control -of their own destiny, and making an alliance with them -on terms of equality.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their second dogma was the restoration of the body -to credit—<i>la réhabilitation de la chair</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These mighty watchwords comprise a whole world of -new relations between human beings—a world of health -and spirit and beauty, a world of natural and therefore -<span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>pure morality. Many mocked at the “freedom of women” -and the “recognition of the rights of the flesh,” attributing -a low and unclean meaning to these phrases; for our -minds, corrupted by monasticism, fear the flesh and fear -women. A religion of life had come to replace the religion -of death, a religion of beauty to replace the religion of -penance and emaciation, of fasting and prayer. The crucified -body had risen in its turn and was no longer abashed. -Man had reached a harmonious unity: he had discovered -that he is a single being, not made, like a pendulum, of -two different metals that check each other; he realised -that the foe in his members had ceased to exist.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It required no little courage to preach such a message -to all France, and to attack those beliefs which are so -strongly held by all Frenchmen and so entirely powerless -to influence their conduct.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To the old world, mocked by Voltaire and shattered by -the Revolution, and then patched and cobbled for their -own use by the middle classes, this was an entirely new -experience. It tried to judge these dissenters, but its own -hypocritical pretences were brought to light by them in -open court. When the Saint-Simonians were charged with -religious apostasy, they pointed to the crucifix in the -court which had been veiled since the revolution of 1830; -and when they were accused of justifying sensuality, they -asked their judge if he himself led a chaste life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A new world was knocking at the door, and our hearts -and minds flew open to welcome it. The socialism of Saint -Simon became the foundation of our beliefs and has remained -an essential part of them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>With the impressibility and frankness of youth, we -were easily caught up by the mighty stream and early -<span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span>passed across that Jordan, before which whole armies of -mankind stop short, fold their arms, and either march -backwards or hunt about for a ford; but there is no ford -over Jordan!</p> - -<p class='c008'>We did not all cross. Socialism and rationalism are to -this day the touchstones of humanity, the rocks which -lie in the course of revolution and science. Groups of -swimmers, driven by reflexion or the waves of circumstance -against these rocks, break up at once into two -camps, which, under different disguises, remain the same -throughout all history, and may be distinguished either -in a great political party or in a group of a dozen young -men. One represents logic; the other, history: one stands -for dialectics; the other for evolution. Truth is the main -object of the former, and feasibility of the latter. There -is no question of choice between them: thought is harder -to tame than any passion and pulls with irresistible force. -Some may be able to put on the drag and stop themselves -by means of feeling or dreams or fear of consequences; -but not all can do this. If thought once masters a man, he -ceases to discuss whether the thing is practicable, and -whether the enterprise is hard or easy: he seeks truth -alone and carries out his principles with inexorable impartiality, -as the Saint-Simonians did in their day and as -Proudhon<a id='r58' /><a href='#f58' class='c016'><sup>[58]</sup></a> does still.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f58'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r58'>58</a>. </span>Pierre Joseph Proudhon (1809-1863), a French publicist -and socialist.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Our group grew smaller and smaller. As early as 1833, -the “liberals” looked askance at us as backsliders. Just -before we were imprisoned, Saint-Simonianism raised a -barrier between me and Polevói. He had an extraordinarily -active and adroit mind, which could rapidly assimilate -any food; he was a born journalist, the very man to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>chronicle successes and discoveries and the battles of -politicians or men of science. I made his acquaintance -towards the end of my college course and saw a good -deal of him and his brother, Xenophon. He was then at -the height of his reputation; it was shortly before the -suppression of his newspaper, the <i>Telegraph</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To Polevói the latest discovery, the freshest novelty -either of incident or theory, was the breath of his nostrils, -and he was changeable as a chameleon. Yet, for all his -lively intelligence, he could never understand the Saint-Simonian -doctrine. What was to us a revelation was to -him insanity, a mere Utopia and a hindrance to social progress. -I might declaim and expound and argue as much -as I pleased—Polevói was deaf, grew angry and even -bitter. He especially resented opposition on the part of -a student; for he valued his influence over the young, -and these disputes showed him that it was slipping out -of his grasp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One day I was hurt by the absurdity of his criticisms -and told him that he was just as benighted as the foes -against whom he had been fighting all his life. Stung to -the quick by my taunt he said, “Your time will come -too, when, in recompense for a lifetime of labour and -effort, some young man with a smile on his face will call -you a back number and bid you get out of his way.” I -felt sorry for him and ashamed of having hurt his feelings; -and yet I felt also that this complaint, more suitable -to a worn-out gladiator than a tough fighter, contained -his own condemnation. I was sure then that he would -never go forward, and also that his active mind would -prevent him from remaining where he was, in a position -of unstable equilibrium.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>His subsequent history is well known: he wrote <i>Parasha, -the Siberian Girl</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If a man cannot pass off the stage when his hour has -struck and cannot adopt a new rôle, he had better die. -That is what I felt when I looked at Polevói, and at Pius -the Ninth, and at how many others!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>To complete my chronicle of that sad time, I should record -here some details about Polezháev.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Even at College he became known for his remarkable -powers as a poet. One of his productions was a humorous -poem called <i>Sashka</i>, a parody of Púshkin’s <i>Onégin</i>; he -trod on many corns in the pretty and playful verse, and -the poem, never intended for print, allowed itself the -fullest liberty of expression.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the Tsar Nicholas came to Moscow for his coronation -in the autumn of 1826, the secret police furnished -him with a copy of the poem.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So, at three one morning, Polezháev was wakened by -the Vice-Chancellor and told to put on his uniform and -appear at the office. The Visitor of the University was -waiting for him there: he looked to see that Polezháev’s -uniform had no button missing and no button too many, -and then carried him off in his own carriage, without -offering any explanation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They drove to the house of the Minister of Education. -The Minister of Education also gave Polezháev a seat -in his carriage, and this time they drove to the Palace -itself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Prince Liven proceeded to an inner room, leaving -Polezháev in a reception room, where, in spite of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>early hour—it was 6 a.m.—several courtiers and other -high functionaries were waiting. They supposed that the -young man had distinguished himself in some way and -began a conversation with him at once; one of them proposed -to engage him as tutor to his son.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was soon sent for. The Tsar was standing, leaning -on a desk and talking to Liven. He held a manuscript in -his hand and darted an enquiring glance at Polezháev as -he entered the room. “Did you write these verses?” he -asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes,” said Polezháev.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, Prince,” the Tsar went on, “I shall give you a -specimen of University education; I shall show you what -the young men learn there.” Then he turned to Polezháev -and added, “Read this manuscript aloud.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Polezháev’s agitation was such that he could not read -it; and he said so.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Read it at once!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The loud voice restored his strength to Polezháev, and -he opened the manuscript. He said afterwards that he -had never seen <i>Sashka</i> so well copied or on such fine -paper.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At first he read with difficulty, but by degrees he took -courage and read the poem to the end in a loud lively -tone. At the most risky passages the Tsar waved his hand -to the Minister and the Minister closed his eyes in horror.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What do you say, Prince?” asked Nicholas, when the -reading was over. “I mean to put a stop to this profligacy. -These are surviving relics of the old mischief,<a id='r59' /><a href='#f59' class='c016'><sup>[59]</sup></a> but I shall -root them out. What character does he bear?”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f59'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r59'>59</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, the Decembrist conspiracy.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Of course the Minister knew nothing about his character; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>but some humane instinct awoke in him, and he -said, “He bears an excellent character, Your Majesty.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You may be grateful for that testimony. But you must -be punished as an example to others. Do you wish to enter -the Army?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Polezháev was silent.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I offer you this means of purification. Will you take -it?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I must obey when you command,” said Polezháev. -The Tsar came close up to him and laid a hand on his -shoulder. He said: “Your fate depends upon yourself. -If I forget about you, you may write to me.” Then he -kissed Polezháev on the forehead.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This last detail seemed to me so improbable that I made -Polezháev repeat it a dozen times; he swore that it was -true.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From the presence of the Tsar, Polezháev was taken -to Count Diebitch, who had rooms in the Palace. Diebitch -was roused out of his sleep and came in yawning. He -read through the document and asked the <i>aide-de-camp</i>, -“Is this the man?” “Yes,” was the reply.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, good luck to you in the service! I was in it -myself and worked my way up, as you see; perhaps you -will be a field-marshal yourself some day.” That was -Diebitch’s kiss—a stupid, ill-timed, German joke. Polezháev -was taken to camp and made to serve with the colours.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When three years had passed, Polezháev recalled what -the Tsar had said and wrote him a letter. No answer -came. After a few months he wrote again with the same -result. Feeling sure that his letters were not delivered, he -deserted, his object being to present a petition in person. -But he behaved foolishly: he hunted up some college -<span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>friends in Moscow and was entertained by them, and of -course further secrecy was impossible. He was arrested -at Tver and sent back to his regiment as a deserter; he -had to march all the way in fetters. A court-martial sentenced -him to run the gauntlet, and the sentence was forwarded -to the Tsar for confirmation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Polezháev determined to commit suicide before the -time of his punishment. For long he searched in the prison -for some sharp instrument, and at last he confided in an -old soldier who was attached to him. The soldier understood -and sympathised with his wish; and when he heard -that the reply had come, he brought a bayonet and said -with tears in his eyes as he gave it to Polezháev, “I sharpened -it with my own hands.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the Tsar ordered that Polezháev should not be -flogged.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was at this time that he wrote that excellent poem -which begins—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c022'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“No consolation</div> - <div class='line in1'>Came when I fell;</div> - <div class='line in1'>In jubilation</div> - <div class='line in1'>Laughed fiends of Hell.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>He was sent to the Caucasus, where he distinguished -himself and was promoted corporal. Years passed, and -the tedium and hopelessness of his position were too much -for him. For him it was impossible to become a poet at -the service of the police, and that was the only way to -get rid of the knapsack.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was, indeed, one other way, and he preferred it: -he drank, in order to forget. There is one terrible poem -of his—<i>To Whiskey</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span>He got himself transferred to a regiment of carabineers -quartered at Moscow. This was a material improvement -in his circumstances, but cruel consumption had already -fastened on his lungs. It was at this time I made his acquaintance, -about 1833. He dragged on for four years -more and died in the military hospital.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When one of his friends went to ask for the body, to -bury it, no one knew where it was. The military hospital -carries on a trade in dead bodies, selling them to the -University and medical schools, manufacturing skeletons, -and so on. Polezháev’s body was found at last in a cellar; -there were other corpses on the top of it, and the rats had -gnawed one of the feet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His poems were published after his death, and it was -intended to add a portrait of him in his private’s uniform. -But the censor objected to this, and the unhappy victim -appears with the epaulettes of an officer—he was promoted -while in the hospital.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span><span class='large'>PART II</span></div> - <div class='c000'><span class='large'>PRISON AND EXILE</span></div> - <div class='c000'><span class='large'>(1834-1838)</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER I</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>A Prophecy—Ogaryóv’s Arrest—The Fires—A Moscow Liberal—Mihail -Orlóv—The Churchyard.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>ONE morning in the spring of 1834 I went to -Vadim’s house. Though neither he nor any of -his brothers or sisters were at home, I went upstairs -to his little room, sat down, and began to write.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The door opened softly, and Vadim’s mother came in. -Her tread was scarcely audible; looking tired and ill, she -went to an armchair and sat down. “Go on writing,” she -said; “I just looked in to see if Vadya had come home. -The children have gone out for a walk, and the downstairs -rooms are so empty and depressing that I felt sad and -frightened. I shall sit here for a little, but don’t let me -interfere with what you are doing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>She looked thoughtful, and her face showed more clearly -than usual the shadow of past suffering, and that suspicious -fear of the future and distrust of life which is the -invariable result of great calamities when they last long -and are often repeated.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We began to talk. She told me something of their life -in Siberia. “I have come through much already,” she said, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>shaking her head, “and there is more to come: my heart -forebodes evil.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I remembered how, sometimes, when listening to our -free talk on political subjects, she would turn pale and -heave a gentle sigh; and then she would go away to another -room and remain silent for a long time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You and your friends,” she went on, “are on the road -that leads to certain ruin—ruin to Vadya and yourself -and all of you. You know I love you like a son”—and a -tear rolled down her worn face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said nothing. She took my hand, tried to smile, and -went on: “Don’t be vexed with me; my nerves are upset. -I quite understand. You must go your own way; for you -there is no other; if there were, you would be different -people. I know this, but I cannot conquer my fears; I -have borne so much misfortune that I have no strength -for more. Please don’t say a word of this to Vadya, or he -will be vexed and argue with me. But here he is!”—and -she hastily wiped away her tears and once more begged -me by a look to keep her secret.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Unhappy mother! Saint and heroine! Corneille’s <i>qu’il -mourût</i><a id='r60' /><a href='#f60' class='c016'><sup>[60]</sup></a> was not a nobler utterance than yours.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f60'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r60'>60</a>. </span>Said of his son by the father in Corneille’s play, -<i>Horace</i>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Her prophecy was soon fulfilled. Though the storm -passed harmless this time over the heads of her sons, yet -the poor lady had much grief and fear to suffer.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>“Arrested him?” I called out, springing out of bed, and -pinching myself, to find out if I was asleep or awake.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Two hours after you left our house, the police and a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>party of Cossacks came and arrested my master and -seized his papers.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The speaker was Ogaryóv’s valet. Of late all had been -quiet, and I could not imagine what pretext the police had -invented. Ogaryóv had only come to Moscow the day before. -And why had they arrested him, and not me?</p> - -<p class='c008'>To do nothing was impossible. I dressed and went out -without any definite purpose. It was my first experience -of misfortune. I felt wretched and furious at my own -impotence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I wandered about the streets till at last I thought of -a friend whose social position made it possible for him -to learn the state of the case, and, perhaps, to mend matters. -But he was then living terribly far off, at a house in -a distant suburb. I called the first cab I saw and hurried -off at top speed. It was then seven o’clock in the morning.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Eighteen months before this time we had made the acquaintance -of this man, who was a kind of a celebrity -in Moscow. Educated in Paris, he was rich, intelligent, -well-informed, witty, and independent in his ideas. For -complicity in the Decembrist plot he had been imprisoned -in a fortress till he and some others were released; and -though he had not been exiled, he wore a halo. He was in -the public service and had great influence with Prince -Dmitri Golitsyn, the Governor of Moscow, who liked -people with independent views, especially if they could -express them in good French; for the Governor was not -strong in Russian.</p> - -<p class='c008'>V.—as I shall call him—was ten years our senior and -surprised us by his sensible comments on current events, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>his knowledge of political affairs, his eloquent French, -and the ardour of his liberalism. He knew so much and -so thoroughly; he was so pleasant and easy in conversation; -his views were so clearly defined; he had a reply -to every question and a solution of every problem. He -read everything—new novels, pamphlets, newspapers, -poetry, and was working seriously at zoology as well; he -drew up reports for the Governor and was organising a -series of school-books.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His liberalism was of the purest tricolour hue, the liberalism -of the Left, midway between Mauguin and General -Lamarque.<a id='r61' /><a href='#f61' class='c016'><sup>[61]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f61'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r61'>61</a>. </span>French politicians prominent about 1830.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The walls of his study in Moscow were covered with -portraits of famous revolutionaries, from John Hampden -and Bailly to Fieschi and Armand Carrel,<a id='r62' /><a href='#f62' class='c016'><sup>[62]</sup></a> and a whole -library of prohibited books was ranged beneath these -patron saints. A skeleton, with a few stuffed birds and -scientific preparations, gave an air of study and concentration -to the room and toned down its revolutionary -appearance.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f62'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r62'>62</a>. </span>Bailly, Mayor of Paris, was guillotined in 1793. Fieschi -was executed in 1836 for an attempt on the life of Louis Philippe. -Armand Carrel was a French publicist and journalist who fell in a duel -in 1836.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>We envied his experience and knowledge of the world; -his subtle irony in argument impressed us greatly. We -thought of him as a practical reformer and rising statesman.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>V. was not at home. He had gone to Moscow the evening -before, for an interview with the Governor; his valet -<span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>said that he would certainly return within two hours. I -waited for him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The country-house which he occupied was charming. -The study where I waited was a high spacious room on -the ground-floor, with a large door leading to a terrace -and garden. It was a hot day; the scent of trees and -flowers came from the garden; and some children were -playing in front of the house and laughing loudly. Wealth, -ease, space, sun and shade, flowers and verdure—what -a contrast to the confinement and close air and darkness -of a prison! I don’t know how long I sat there, absorbed -in bitter thoughts; but suddenly the valet who was on -the terrace called out to me with an odd kind of excitement.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What is it?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Please come here and look.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Not wishing to annoy the man, I walked out to the -terrace, and stood still in horror. All round a number of -houses were burning; it seemed as if they had all caught -fire at once. The fire was spreading with incredible speed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I stayed on the terrace. The man watched the fire with -a kind of uneasy satisfaction, and he said, “It’s spreading -grandly; that house on the right is certain to be -burnt.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>There is something revolutionary about a fire: fire -mocks at property and equalises fortunes. The valet felt -this instinctively.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Within half an hour, a whole quarter of the sky was -covered with smoke, red below and greyish black above. -It was the beginning of those fires which went on for five -months, and of which we shall hear more in the sequel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last V. arrived. He was in good spirits, very cordial -<span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>and friendly, talking of the fires past which he had come -and of the common report that they were due to arson. -Then he added, half in jest: “It’s Pugatchóv<a id='r63' /><a href='#f63' class='c016'><sup>[63]</sup></a> over again. -Just look out, or you and I will be caught by the rebels -and impaled.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f63'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r63'>63</a>. </span>The leader of a famous rebellion in Catherine’s reign. -Many nobles were murdered with brutal cruelty.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“I am more afraid that the authorities will lay us by -the heels,” I answered. “Do you know that Ogaryóv was -arrested last night by the police?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The police! Good heavens!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That is why I came. Something must be done. You -must go to the Governor and find out what the charge is; -and you must ask leave for me to see him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>No answer came, and I looked at V. I saw a face that -might have belonged to his elder brother—the pleasant -colour and features were changed; he groaned aloud and -was obviously disturbed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What’s the matter?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You know I told you, I always told you, how it would -end. Yes, yes, it was bound to happen. It’s likely enough -they will shut me up too, though I am perfectly innocent. -I know what the inside of a fortress is like, and it’s no -joke, I can tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Will you go to the Governor?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“My dear fellow, what good would it do? Let me give -you a piece of friendly advice: don’t say a word about -Ogaryóv; keep as quiet as you can, or harm will come of -it. You don’t know how dangerous affairs like this are. -I frankly advise you to keep out of it. Make what stir -you like, you will do Ogaryóv no good and you will get -<span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span>caught yourself. That is what autocracy means—Russian -subjects have no rights and no means of defence, no advocates -and no judges.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But his brave words and trenchant criticisms had no -attractions for me on this occasion: I took my hat and -departed.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I found a general commotion going on at home. My -father was angry with me because Ogaryóv had been arrested; -my uncle, the Senator, was already on the scene, -rummaging among my books and picking out those which -he thought dangerous; he was very uneasy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On my table I found an invitation to dine that day with -Count Orlóv. Possibly he might be able to do something? -Though I had learned a lesson by my first experiment, -it could do no harm to try.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Mihail Orlóv was one of the founders of the famous -Society of Welfare;<a id='r64' /><a href='#f64' class='c016'><sup>[64]</sup></a> and if he missed Siberia, he was -less to blame for that than his brother, who was the first -to gallop up with his squadron of the Guards to the defence -of the Winter Palace, on December 14, 1825. Orlóv -was confined at first to his own estates, and allowed to -settle in Moscow a few years later. During his solitary -life in the country he studied political economy and chemistry. -The first time I met him he spoke of a new method -of naming chemical compounds. Able men who take up -some science late in life often show a tendency to rearrange -the furniture, so to speak, to suit their own ideas. -Orlóv’s system was more complicated than the French -<span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>system, which is generally accepted. As I wished to attract -his attention, I argued in a friendly way that, though his -system was good, it was not as good as the old one.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f64'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r64'>64</a>. </span>An imitation of the <i>Tugenbund</i> formed by German -students in 1808. In Russia the society became identified with the -Decembrists.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>He contested the point, but ended by agreeing with -me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My little trick was successful, and we became intimate. -He saw in me a rising possibility, and I saw in him a man -who had fought for our ideals, an intimate friend of our -heroes, and a shining light amid surrounding darkness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Poor Orlóv was like a caged lion. He beat against the -bars of his cage at every turn; nowhere could he find -elbow-room or occupation, and he was devoured by a -passion for activity.</p> - -<p class='c008'>More than once since the collapse of France<a id='r65' /><a href='#f65' class='c016'><sup>[65]</sup></a> I have -met men of this type, men to whom political activity was -an absolute necessity, who never could find rest within -the four walls of their study or in family life. To them -solitude is intolerable: it makes them fanciful and unreasonable; -they quarrel with their few remaining friends, -and are constantly discovering plots against themselves, -or else they make plots of their own, in order to unmask -the imaginary schemes of their enemies.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f65'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r65'>65</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, after December 2, 1851.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>A theatre of action and spectators are as vital to these -men as the air they breathe, and they are capable of real -heroism under such conditions. Noise and publicity are -essential to them; they must be making speeches and -hearing the objections of their opponents; they love the -excitement of contest and the fever of danger, and, if -deprived of these stimulants, they grow depressed and -spiritless, run to seed, lose their heads, and make mistakes. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>Ledru-Roilin<a id='r66' /><a href='#f66' class='c016'><sup>[66]</sup></a> is a man of this type; and he, by the -way, especially since he has grown a beard, has a personal -resemblance to Orlóv.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f66'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r66'>66</a>. </span>Alexandre Ledru-Rollin (1807-1874), a French liberal -politician and advocate of universal suffrage.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Orlóv was a very fine-looking man. His tall figure, dignified -bearing, handsome manly features, and entirely bald -scalp seemed to suit one another perfectly, and lent an -irresistible attraction to his outward appearance. His head -would make a good contrast with the head of General -Yermólov, that tough old warrior, whose square frowning -forehead, penthouse of grey hair, and penetrating glance -gave him the kind of beauty which fascinated Marya -Kochubéi in the poem.<a id='r67' /><a href='#f67' class='c016'><sup>[67]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f67'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r67'>67</a>. </span>See Púshkin’s <i>Poltáva</i>. Marya, who was young and -beautiful, fell in love with Mazeppa, who was old and war-worn and her -father’s enemy.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Orlóv was at his wits’ end for occupation. He started -a factory for stained-glass windows of medieval patterns -and spent more in producing them than he got by selling -them. Then he tried to write a book on “Credit,” but that -proved uncongenial, though it was his only outlet. The -lion was condemned to saunter about Moscow with -nothing to do, and not daring even to use his tongue -freely.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Orlóv’s struggles to turn himself into a philosopher and -man of science were most painful to watch. His intellect, -though clear and showy, was not at all suited to abstract -thought, and he confused himself over the application of -newly devised methods to familiar subjects, as in the case -of chemistry. Though speculation was decidedly not his -forte, he studied metaphysics with immense perseverance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Being imprudent and careless in his talk, he was constantly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>making slips; he was carried away by his instincts, -which were always chivalrous and generous, and then he -suddenly remembered his position and checked himself -in mid-course. In these diplomatic withdrawals he was -even less successful than in metaphysics or scientific terminology: -in trying to clear himself of one indiscretion, -he often slipped into two or three more. He got blamed -for this; people are so superficial and unobservant that -they think more of words than actions, and attach more -importance to particular mistakes than to a man’s general -character. It was unfair to expect of him a high standard -of consistency; he was less to blame than the sphere in -which he lived, where every honourable feeling had to -be hidden, like smuggled goods, up your sleeve, and -uttered behind closed doors. If you spoke above your -breath, you would spend the whole day in wondering -whether the police would soon be down upon you.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It was a large dinner. I happened to sit next General -Raevski, Orlóv’s brother-in-law. Raevski also had been -in disgrace since the famous fourteenth of December. As -a boy of fourteen he had served under his distinguished -father at the battle of Borodino; and he died eventually -of wounds received in the Caucasus. I told him about -Ogaryóv and asked whether Orlóv would be able and willing -to take any steps.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Raevski’s face clouded over, but it did not express that -querulous anxiety for personal safety which I had seen -earlier in the day; he evidently felt disgust mixed with -bitter memories.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Of willingness there can be no question in such a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>case,” he said; “but I doubt if Orlóv has the power to -do much. Pass through to the study after dinner, and I -will bring him to you there.” He was silent for a moment -and then added, “So your turn has come too; those depths -will drown you all.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Orlóv questioned me and then wrote to the Governor, -asking for an interview. “The Prince is a gentleman,” he -said; “if he does nothing, at least he will tell us the truth.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I went next day to hear the answer. Prince Dmitri -Golitsyn had replied that Ogaryóv had been arrested by -order of the Tsar, that a commission of enquiry had been -appointed, and that the charge turned chiefly on a dinner -given on June 24, at which seditious songs had been sung. -I was utterly puzzled. That day was my father’s birthday; -I had spent the whole day at home, and Ogaryóv was -there too.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My heart was heavy when I left Orlóv. He too was -unhappy: when I held out my hand at parting, he got up -and embraced me, pressed me tight to his broad chest -and kissed me. It was just as if he felt that we should not -soon meet again.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I only saw him once more, just six years later. He was -then near death; I was struck by the signs of illness and -depression on his face, and the marked angularity of his -features was a shock to me. He felt that he was breaking -up, and knew that his affairs were in hopeless disorder. -Two months later he died, of a clot of blood in the arteries.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At Lucerne there is a wonderful monument carved by -Thorwaldsen in the natural rock—a niche containing the -figure of a dying lion. The great beast is mortally -<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>wounded; blood is pouring from the wound, and a broken -arrow sticks up out of it The grand head rests on the -paw; the animal moans and his look expresses agony. -That is all; the place is shut off by hills and trees and -bushes; passers-by would never guess that the king of -beasts lies there dying.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I sat there one day for a long time and looked at this -image of suffering, and all at once I remembered my last -visit to Orlóv.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>As I drove home from Orlóv’s house, I passed the office -of General Tsinski, chief of the police; and it occurred to -me to make a direct application to him for leave to see -Ogaryóv.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Never in my life had I paid a visit to any person connected -with the police. I had to wait a long time; but at -last the Chief Commissioner appeared. My request surprised -him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What reason have you for asking this permission?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Ogaryóv and I are cousins.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Cousins?” he asked, looking me straight in the face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said nothing, but returned His Excellency’s look -exactly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I can’t give you leave,” he said; “your kinsman is in -solitary confinement. I am very sorry.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My ignorance and helplessness were torture to me. -Hardly any of my intimate friends were in Moscow; it -was quite impossible to find out anything. The police -seemed to have forgotten me or to ignore me. I was utterly -weary and wretched. But when all the sky was covered -with gloomy clouds and the long night of exile and prison -<span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>was coming close, just then a radiant sunbeam fell upon -me.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>A few words of deep sympathy, spoken by a girl<a id='r68' /><a href='#f68' class='c016'><sup>[68]</sup></a> of -sixteen, whom I regarded as a child, put new life in me.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f68'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r68'>68</a>. </span>This was Natálya Zakhárin, Herzen’s cousin, who -afterwards became his wife.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>This is the first time that a woman figures in my narrative; -and it is practically true that only one woman figures -in my life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My young heart had been set beating before by fleeting -fancies of youth; but these vanished like the shapes -of cloudland before this figure, and no new fancies ever -came.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our meeting was in a churchyard. She leant on a grave-stone -and spoke of Ogaryóv, till my sorrow grew calm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We shall meet to-morrow,” she said, and gave me her -hand, smiling through her tears.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“To-morrow,” I repeated, and looked long after her -retreating figure.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The date was July 19, 1834.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER II</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>Arrest—The Independent Witness—A Police-Station—Patriarchal Justice.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>“WE shall meet to-morrow,” I repeated to myself -as I was falling asleep, and my heart -felt unusually light and happy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At two in the morning I was wakened by my father’s -valet; he was only half-dressed and looked frightened.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“An officer is asking for you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What officer?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I don’t know.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I do,” I said, as I threw on my dressing-gown. -A figure wrapped in a military cloak was standing at the -drawing-room door; I could see a white plume from my -window, and there were some people behind it—I could -make out a Cossack helmet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our visitor was Miller, an officer of police. He told me -that he bore a warrant from the military Governor of -Moscow to examine my papers. Candles were brought. -Miller took my keys, and while his subordinates rummaged -among my books and shirts, attended to the papers -<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span>himself. He put them all aside as suspicious; then he -turned suddenly to me and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I beg you will dress meanwhile; you will have to go -with me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Where to?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“To the police-station of the district,” he said, in a -reassuring voice.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And then?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There are no further orders in the Governor’s warrant.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I began to dress.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile my mother had been awakened by the terrified -servants, and came in haste from her bedroom to see -me. When she was stopped half-way by a Cossack, she -screamed; I started at the sound and ran to her. The -officer came with us, leaving the papers behind him. He -apologised to my mother and let her pass; then he scolded -the Cossack, who was not really to blame, and went back -to the papers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My father now appeared on the scene. He was pale -but tried to keep up his air of indifference. The scene -became trying: while my mother wept in a corner, my -father talked to the officer on ordinary topics, but his -voice shook. I feared that if this went on it would prove -too much for me, and I did not wish that the under-strappers -of the police should have the satisfaction of -seeing me shed tears.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I twitched the officer’s sleeve and said we had better -be off.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He welcomed the suggestion. My father then left the -room, but returned immediately; he was carrying a little -sacred picture, which he placed round my neck, saying -<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>that his father on his deathbed had blessed him with it. -I was touched: the nature of this gift proved to me how -great was the fear and anxiety that filled the old man’s -heart. I knelt down for him to put it on; he raised me -to my feet, embraced me, and gave me his blessing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a representation on enamel of the head of John -the Baptist on the charger. Whether it was meant for an -example, a warning, or a prophecy, I don’t know, but it -struck me as somehow significant.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My mother was almost fainting.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was escorted down the stairs by all the household -servants, weeping and struggling to kiss my face and -hands; it might have been my own funeral with me to -watch it. The officer frowned and hurried on the proceedings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Once outside the gate, he collected his forces—four -Cossacks and four policemen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a bearded man sitting outside the gate, who -asked the officer if he might now go home.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Be off!” said Miller.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who is that?” I asked, as I took my seat in the cab.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He is a witness: you know that the police must take -a witness with them when they make an entrance into a -private house.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Is that why you left him outside?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A mere formality,” said Miller; “it’s only keeping the -man out of his bed for nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our cab started, escorted by two mounted Cossacks.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>There was no private room for me at the police-station, -and the officer directed that I should spend the rest of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>the night in the office. He took me there himself; dropping -into an armchair and yawning wearily, he said: “It’s a -dog’s life. I’ve been up since three, and now your business -has kept me till near four in the morning, and at nine I -have to present my report.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Good-bye,” he said a moment later and left the room. -A corporal locked me in, and said that I might knock at -the door if I needed anything.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I opened the window: day was beginning and the morning -breeze was stirring. I asked the corporal for water -and drank a whole jugful. Of sleep I never even thought. -For one thing, there was no place to lie down; the room -contained no furniture except some dirty leather-covered -chairs, one armchair, and two tables of different sizes, -both covered with a litter of papers. There was a night-light, -too feeble to light up the room, which threw a -flickering white patch on the ceiling; and I watched the -patch grow paler and paler as the dawn came on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I sat down in the magistrate’s seat and took up the -paper nearest me on the table—a permit to bury a servant -of Prince Gagárin’s and a medical certificate to prove -that the man had died according to all the rules of the -medical art. I picked up another—some police regulations. -I ran through it and found an article to this effect: -“Every prisoner has a right to learn the cause of his -arrest or to be discharged within three days.” I made a -mental note of this item.</p> - -<p class='c008'>An hour later I saw from the window the arrival of -our butler with a cushion, coverlet, and cloak for me. He -made some request to the corporal, probably for leave to -visit me; he was a grey-haired old man, to several of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>whose children I had stood godfather while a child myself; -the corporal gave a rough and sharp refusal. One of -our coachmen was there too, and I hailed them from the -window. The soldier, in a fuss, ordered them to be off. -The old man bowed low to me and shed tears; and the -coachman, as he whipped up his horse, took off his hat -and rubbed his eyes. When the carriage started, I could -bear it no more: the tears came in a flood, and they were -the first and last tears I shed during my imprisonment.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Towards morning the office began to fill up. The first -to appear was a clerk, who had evidently been drunk the -night before and was not sober yet. He had red hair and -a pimpled face, a consumptive look, and an expression of -brutish sensuality; he wore a long, brick-coloured coat, -ill-made, ill-brushed, and shiny with age. The next comer -was a free-and-easy gentleman, wearing the cloak of a non-commissioned -officer. He turned to me at once and asked:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“They got you at the theatre, I suppose?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No; I was arrested at home.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“By Fyodor Ivanovitch?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who is Fyodor Ivanovitch?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Why, Colonel Miller.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, it was he.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Ah, I understand, Sir”—and he winked to the red-haired -man, who showed not the slightest interest. The -other did not continue the conversation; seeing that I -was not charged as drunk and disorderly, he thought me -unworthy of further attention; or perhaps he was afraid -to converse with a political prisoner.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>A little later, several policemen appeared, rubbing their -eyes and only half awake; and finally the petitioners and -suitors.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A woman who kept a disorderly house made a complaint -against a publican. He had abused her publicly in -his shop, using language which she, as a woman, could not -venture to repeat before a magistrate. The publican swore -he had never used such language; the woman swore that -he had used it repeatedly and very loudly, and she added -that he had raised his hand against her and would have -laid her face open, had she not ducked her head. The -shopman said, first, that she owed him money, and, secondly, -that she had insulted him in his own shop, nay -more, had threatened to kill him by the hands of her -bullies.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She was a tall, slatternly woman with swollen eyes; her -voice was piercingly loud and high, and she had an extraordinary -flow of language. The shopman relied more on -gesture and pantomime than on his eloquence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the absence of the judge, one of the policemen proved -to be a second Solomon. He abused both parties in fine -style. “You’re too well off,” he said; “that’s what’s the -matter with you; why can’t you stop at home and keep -the peace, and be thankful to us for letting you alone? -What fools you are! Because you have had a few words -you must run at once before His Worship and trouble -him! How dare you give yourself airs, my good woman, -as if you had never been abused before? Why your very -trade can’t be named in decent language!” Here the shopman -showed the heartiest approval by his gestures; but -his turn came next. “And you, how dare you stand there -in your shop and bark like an angry dog? Do you want to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>be locked up? You use foul language, and raise your fist -as well; it’s a sound thrashing you want.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>This scene had the charm of novelty for me; it was -the first specimen I had seen of patriarchal justice as administered -in Russia, and I have never forgotten it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The pair went on shouting till the magistrate came in. -Without even asking their business, he shouted them down -at once. “Get out of this! Do you take this place for a -bad house or a gin-shop?” When he had driven out the -offenders, he turned on the policeman: “I wonder you are -not ashamed to permit such disorder. I have told you -again and again. People lose all respect for the place; it -will soon be a regular bear-garden for the mob; you are -too easy with them.” Then he looked at me and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who is that?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A prisoner whom Fyodor Ivanovitch brought in,” -answered the policeman; “there is a paper about him -somewhere, Sir.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The magistrate ran through the paper and then glanced -at me. As I kept my eyes fixed on him, ready to retort -the instant he spoke, he was put out and said, “I beg your -pardon.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But now the business began again between the publican -and his enemy. The woman wished to take an oath, and -a priest was summoned; I believe both parties were sworn, -and there was no prospect of a conclusion. At this point -I was taken in a carriage to the Chief Commissioner’s -office—I am sure I don’t know why, for no one spoke a -word to me there—and then brought back to the police-station, -where a room right under the belfry was prepared -for my occupation. The corporal observed that if -I wanted food I must send out for it: the prison ration -<span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>would not be issued for a day or two; and besides, as it -only amounted to three or four <i>kopecks</i> a day, a gentleman -“under a cloud” did not usually take it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Along the wall of my room there was a sofa with a -dirty cover. It was past midday and I was terribly weary. -I threw myself on the sofa and fell fast asleep. When I -woke, I felt quite easy and cheerful. Of late I had been -tormented by my ignorance of Ogaryóv’s fate; now, my -own turn had come, the black cloud was right overhead, -I was in the thick of the danger, instead of watching it in -the distance. I felt that this first prosecution would serve -us as a consecration for our mission.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER III</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>Under the Belfry—A Travelled Policeman—The Incendiaries.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>A MAN soon gets used to prison, if he has any interior -life at all. One quickly gets accustomed -to the silence and complete freedom of one’s cage—there -are no cares and no distractions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They refused me books at first, and the police-magistrate -declared that it was against the rules for me to get -books from home. I then proposed to buy some. “I suppose -you mean some serious book—a grammar of some -kind, I dare say? Well, I should not object to that; for -other books, higher authority must be obtained.” Though -the suggestion that I should study grammar to relieve -boredom was exceedingly comic, yet I caught at it eagerly -and asked him to buy me an Italian grammar and dictionary. -I had two ten-<i>rouble</i> notes on me, and I gave him -one. He sent at once to buy the books, and despatched -by the same messenger a letter to the Chief Commissioner, -in which, taking my stand on the article I had read, I -asked him to explain the cause of my arrest or to release -me.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>The magistrate, in whose presence I wrote the letter, -urged me not to send it. “It’s no good, I swear it’s no good -your bothering His Excellency. They don’t like people -who give them trouble. It can’t result in anything, and it -may hurt you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A policeman turned up in the evening with a reply: -His Excellency sent me a verbal message, to the effect -that I should learn in good time why I was arrested. The -messenger then produced a greasy Italian grammar from -his pocket, and added with a smile, “By good luck it -happens that there is a vocabulary here; so you need not -buy one.” The question of change out of my note was not -alluded to. I was inclined to write again to His Excellency; -but to play the part of a little Hampden seemed to me -rather too absurd in my present quarters.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I had been in prison ten days, when a short policeman -with a swarthy, pock-marked face came to my room at -ten in the evening, bringing an order that I was to dress -and present myself before the Commission of Enquiry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While I was dressing, a serio-comic incident occurred. -My dinner was sent me every day from home; our -servant delivered it to the corporal on duty, and he sent -a private upstairs with it. A bottle of wine from outside -was allowed daily, and a friend had taken advantage of -this permission to send me a bottle of excellent hock. The -private and I contrived to uncork the bottle with a couple -of nails; the bouquet of the wine was perceptible at a -distance, and I looked forward to the pleasure of drinking -it for some days to come.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span>There is nothing like prison life for revealing the childishness -in a grown man and the consolation he finds in -trifles, from a bottle of wine to a trick played on a turnkey.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Well, the pock-marked policeman found out my bottle, -and, turning to me, asked if he might have a taste. Though -I was vexed, I said I should be very glad. I had no glass. -The wretch took a cup, filled it to the very brim, and -emptied it into himself without drawing breath. No one -but a Russian or a Pole can pour down strong drink in -this fashion: I have never in any part of Europe seen a -glass or cup of spirits disposed of with equal rapidity. -To add to my sorrow at the loss of this cupful, my friend -wiped his lips with a blue tobacco-stained handkerchief, -and said as he thanked me, “Something like Madeira, -<i>that</i> is!” I hated the sight of him and felt a cruel joy that -his parents had not vaccinated him and nature had not -spared him the small-pox.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>This judge of wine went with me to the Chief Commissioner’s -house on the Tver Boulevard, where he took me -to a side room and left me alone. Half an hour later, a -fat man with a lazy, good-natured expression came in, -carrying papers in a wallet; he threw the wallet on a -chair and sent the policeman who was standing at the -door off on some errand.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I suppose,” he said to me, “you are mixed up in the -affair of Ogaryóv and the other young men who were -lately arrested.” I admitted it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I’ve heard about it casually,” he went on; “a queer -business! I can’t understand it at all.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>“Well, I’ve been in prison a fortnight because of it, and -not only do I not understand it, but I know nothing about -it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That’s right!” said the man, looking at me attentively. -“Continue to know nothing about it! Excuse me, if I give -you a piece of advice. You are young, and your blood is -still hot, and you want to be talking; but it’s a mistake. -Just you remember that you know nothing about it. -Nothing else can save you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I looked at him in surprise; but his expression did not -suggest anything base. He guessed my thoughts and said -with a smile:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I was a student at Moscow University myself twelve -years ago.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A clerk of some kind now came in. The fat man, who -was evidently his superior, gave him some directions and -then left the room, after pressing a finger to his lips with -a friendly nod to me. I never met him again and don’t -know now who he was; but experience proved to me that -his advice was well meant.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My next visitor was a police-officer, not Colonel Miller -this time. He summoned me to a large, rather fine room -where five men were sitting at a table, all wearing military -uniform except one who was old and decrepit. They were -smoking cigars and carrying on a lively conversation, lying -back in their chairs with their jackets unbuttoned. The -Chief Commissioner, Tsinski, was in the chair.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I came in, he turned to a figure sitting modestly -in a corner of the room and said, “May I trouble Your -Reverence?” Then I made out that the figure in the corner -<span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>was an old priest with a white beard and a mottled face. -The old man was drowsy and wanted to go home; he was -thinking of something else and yawning with his hand -before his face. In a slow and rather sing-song voice he -began to admonish me: he said it was sinful to conceal -the truth from persons appointed by the Tsar, and useless, -because the ear of God hears the unspoken word; he -did not fail to quote the inevitable texts—that all power -is from God, and that we must render to Caesar the things -that are Caesar’s. Finally, he bade me kiss the Holy -Gospel and the True Cross in confirmation of a vow -(which however I did not take and he did not ask) to -reveal the whole truth frankly and openly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When he had done, he began hastily to wrap up the -Gospel and the Cross; and the President, barely rising in -his seat, told him he might go. Then he turned to me and -translated the priest’s address into the language of this -world. “One thing I shall add to what the priest has said—it -is impossible for you to conceal the truth even if you -wish to.” He pointed to piles of papers, letters, and portraits, -scattered on purpose over the table: “Frank confession -alone can improve your position; it depends on -yourself, whether you go free or are sent to the Caucasus.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Questions were then submitted in writing, some of them -amusingly simple—“Do you know of the existence of -any secret society? Do you belong to any society, learned -or otherwise? Who are its members? Where do they -meet?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>To all this it was perfectly simple to answer “No” and -nothing else.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I see you know nothing,” said the President, reading -<span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>over the answers; “I warned you beforehand that you will -complicate your situation.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And that was the end of the first examination.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Eight years later a lady, who had once been beautiful, -and her beautiful daughter, were living in a different part -of this very house where the Commission sat; she was -the sister of a later Chief Commissioner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I used to visit there and always had to pass through -the room where Tsinski and Company used to sit on us. -There was a portrait of the Emperor Paul on the wall, -and I used to stop in front of it every time I passed, either -as a prisoner or as a visitor. Near it was a little drawing-room -where all breathed of beauty and femininity; and -it seemed somehow out of place beside frowning Justice -and criminal trials. I felt uneasy there, and sorry that -so fair a bud had found such an uncongenial spot to open -in as the dismal brick walls of a police-office. Our talk, -and that of a small number of friends who met there, -sounded ironical and strange to the ear within those walls, -so familiar with examinations, informations, and reports -of domiciliary visits—within those walls which parted us -from the mutter of policemen, the sighs of prisoners, the -jingling spurs of officers, and the clanking swords of -Cossacks.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Within a week or a fortnight the pock-marked policeman -came again and went with me again to Tsinski’s -house. Inside the door some men in chains were sitting -or lying, surrounded by soldiers with rifles; and in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span>front room there were others, of various ranks in society, -not chained but strictly guarded. My policeman told me -that these were incendiaries. As Tsinski himself had gone -to the scene of the fires, we had to wait for his return. -We arrived at nine in the evening; and at one in the morning -no one had asked for me, and I was still sitting very -peacefully in the front hall with the incendiaries. One or -other of them was summoned from time to time; the -police ran backward and forward, the chains clinked, and -the soldiers, for want of occupation, rattled their rifles -and went through the manual exercise. Tsinski arrived -about one, black with smoke and grime, and hurried on -to his study without stopping. Half an hour later my -policeman was summoned; when he came back, he looked -pale and upset and his face twitched convulsively. Tsinski -followed him, put his head in at the door, and said: “Why, -the members of the Commission were waiting for you, M. -Herzen, the whole evening. This fool brought you here -at the hour when you were summoned to Prince Golitsyn’s -house instead. I am very sorry you have had to wait so -long, but I am not to blame. What can one do, with such -subordinates? I suppose he has been fifty years in the -service, and is as great a blockhead as ever. Well,” he -added, turning to the policeman and addressing him in a -much less polite style, “be off now and go back.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>All the way home the man kept repeating: “Lord! what -bad luck! A man never knows what’s going to happen to -him. He will do for me now. He wouldn’t matter so much; -but the Prince will be angry, and the Commissioner will -catch it for your not being there. Oh, what a misfortune!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I forgave him the hock, especially when he declared -that, though he was once nearly drowned at Lisbon, he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>was less scared then than now. This adventure surprised -me so much that I roared with laughter. “How utterly -absurd! What on earth took you to Lisbon?” I asked. It -turned out that he had served in the Fleet twenty-five -years before. The statesman in Gógol’s novel, who declares -that every servant of the State in Russia meets with -his reward sooner or later,<a id='r69' /><a href='#f69' class='c016'><sup>[69]</sup></a> certainly spoke the truth. For -death spared my friend at Lisbon, in order that he might -be scolded like a naughty boy by Tsinski, after forty -years’ service.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f69'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r69'>69</a>. </span>Gógol, <i>Dead Souls</i>, Part I, chap. 10.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Besides, he was hardly at all to blame in the matter. -The Tsar was dissatisfied with the original Commission -of Enquiry, and had appointed another, with Prince -Serghéi Golitsyn as chairman; the other members were -Staal, the Commandant of Moscow, another Prince Golitsyn, -Shubenski, a colonel of police, and Oranski, formerly -paymaster-general. As my Lisbon friend had received no -notice that the new Commission would sit at a different -place, it was very natural that he should take me to -Tsinski’s house.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When we got back, we found great excitement there -too: three fires had broken out during the evening, and -the Commissioners had sent twice to ask what had become -of me and whether I had run away. If Tsinski had not -abused my escort sufficiently, the police-magistrate fully -made up for any deficiencies; and this was natural, because -he himself was partly to blame for not asking where -exactly I was to be sent.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>In a corner of the office there was a man lying on two -chairs and groaning, who attracted my attention. He was -young, handsome, and well-dressed. The police-surgeon -advised that he should be sent to the hospital early next -morning, as he was spitting blood and in great suffering. I -got the details of this affair from the corporal who took -me to my room. The man was a retired officer of the -Guards, who was carrying on a love affair with a maid-servant -and was with her when a fire broke out in the -house. The panic caused by incendiarism was then at its -height; and, in fact, never a day passed without my hearing -the tocsin ring repeatedly, while at night I could always -see the glow of several fires from my window. As -soon as the excitement began, the officer, wishing to save -the girl’s reputation, climbed over a fence and hid himself -in an outbuilding of the next house, intending to come out -when the coast was clear. But a little girl had seen him in -the court-yard, and told the first policeman who came on -the scene that an incendiary was hiding in the shed. The -police made for the place, accompanied by a mob, dragged -the officer out in triumph, and dealt with him so vigorously -that he died next morning.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The police now began to sift the men arrested for arson. -Half of them were let go, but the rest were detained on -suspicion. A magistrate came every morning and spent -three or four hours in examining the charges. Some were -flogged during this process; and then their yells and cries -and entreaties, the shrieks of women, the harsh voice of -the magistrate, and the drone of the clerk’s reading—all -this came to my ears. It was horrible beyond endurance. -I dreamed of these sounds at night, and woke up in -horror at the thought of these poor wretches, lying on -<span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>straw a few feet away, in chains, with flayed and bleeding -backs, and, in all probability, quite innocent.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In order to know what Russian prisons and Russian -police and justice really are, one must be a peasant, a -servant or workman or shopkeeper. The political prisoners, -who are mostly of noble birth, are strictly guarded and -vindictively punished; but they suffer infinitely less than -the unfortunate “men with beards.” With them the police -stand on no ceremony. In what quarter can a peasant or -workman seek redress? Where will he find justice?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Russian system of justice and police is so haphazard, -so inhuman, so arbitrary and corrupt, that a poor -malefactor has more reason to fear his trial than his sentence. -He is impatient for the time when he will be sent -to Siberia; for his martyrdom comes to an end when his -punishment begins. Well, then, let it be remembered that -three-fourths of those arrested on suspicion by the police -are acquitted by the court, and that all these have gone -through the same ordeal as the guilty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Peter the Third abolished the torture-chamber, and the -Russian star-chamber.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Catherine the Second abolished torture.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alexander the First abolished it over again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Evidence given under torture is legally inadmissible, -and any magistrate applying torture is himself liable to -prosecution and severe punishment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>That is so: and all over Russia, from Behring Straits -to the Crimea, men suffer torture. Where flogging is unsafe, -other means are used—intolerable heat, thirst, salt -food; in Moscow the police made a prisoner stand barefooted -<span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span>on an iron floor, at a time of intense frost; the man -died in a hospital, of which Prince Meshcherski was president, -and he told the story afterwards with horror. All -this is known to the authorities; but they all agree with -Selifan<a id='r70' /><a href='#f70' class='c016'><sup>[70]</sup></a> in Gógol’s novel—“Why not flog the peasants? -The peasants need a flogging from time to time.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f70'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r70'>70</a>. </span>Gógol, <i>Dead Souls</i>, Part I, chap. 3. Selifan, a -coachman, is a peasant himself.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The board appointed to investigate the fires sat, or, in -other words, flogged, for six months continuously, but -they were no wiser at the end of the flogging. The Tsar -grew angry: he ordered that the business should be completed -in three days. And so it was: guilty persons were -discovered and sentenced to flogging, branding, and penal -servitude. All the hall-porters in Moscow were brought -together to witness the infliction of the punishment. It -was winter by then, and I had been moved to the Krutitski -Barracks; but a captain of police, a kind-hearted old -man, who was present at the scene, told me the details I -here record. The man who was brought out first for -flogging addressed the spectators in a loud voice: he swore -that he was innocent, and that he did not know what -evidence he had given under torture; then he pulled off -his shirt and turned his back to the people, asking them -to look at it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A groan of horror ran through the crowd: his whole -back was raw and bleeding, and that livid surface was -now to be flogged over again. The protesting cries and -sullen looks of the crowd made the police hurry on with -the business: the executioners dealt out the legal number -<span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span>of lashes, the branding and fettering took place, and the -affair seemed at an end. But the scene had made an impression -and was the subject of conversation all through -the city. The Governor reported this to the Tsar, and the -Tsar appointed a new board, which was to give special -attention to the case of the man who had addressed the -crowd.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Some months later I read in the newspapers that the -Tsar, wishing to compensate two men who had been -flogged for crimes of which they were innocent, ordered -that they should receive 200 <i>roubles</i> for each lash, and -also a special passport, to prove that though branded -they were not guilty. These two were the man who had -addressed the crowd, and one of his companions.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The cause of these incendiary fires which alarmed Moscow -in 1834 and were repeated ten years later in different -parts of the country, still remains a mystery. That it was -not all accidental is certain: fire as a means of revenge—“The -red cock,” as it is called—is characteristic of -the nation. One is constantly hearing of a gentleman’s -house or corn-kiln or granary being set on fire by his -enemies. But what was the motive for the fires at Moscow -in 1834, nobody knows, and the members of the -Board of Enquiry least of all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The twenty-second of August was the Coronation Day; -and some practical jokers dropped papers in different -parts of the city, informing the inhabitants they need not -trouble about illuminating, because there would be plenty -of light otherwise provided.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The authorities of the city were in great alarm. From -<span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span>early morning my police-station was full of troops, and -a squadron of dragoons was stationed in the court-yard. -In the evening bodies of cavalry and infantry patrolled -the streets; cannon were ready in the arsenal. Police-officers, -with constables and Cossacks, galloped to and -fro; the Governor himself rode through the city with his -<i>aides-de-camp</i>. It was strange and disquieting to see -peaceful Moscow turned into a military camp. I watched -the court-yard from my lofty window till late at night. -Dismounted dragoons were sitting in groups near their -horses, while others remained in the saddle; their officers -walked about, looking with some contempt at their comrades -of the police; staff-officers, with anxious faces and -yellow collars on their jackets, rode up, did nothing, and -rode away again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were no fires.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Immediately afterwards the Tsar himself came to Moscow. -He was dissatisfied with the investigation of our -affair, which was just beginning, dissatisfied because we -had not been handed over to the secret police, dissatisfied -because the incendiaries had not been discovered—in -short, he was dissatisfied with everything and everybody.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER IV</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>The Krutitski Barracks—A Policeman’s Story—The Officers.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>THREE days after the Tsar came to Moscow, a -police-officer called on me late in the evening—all -these things are done in the dark, to spare the -nerves of the public—bringing an order for me to pack -up and start off with him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Where to?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You will see shortly,” he answered with equal wit and -politeness. That was enough: I asked no more questions, -but packed up my things and started.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We drove on and on for an hour and a half, passed St. -Peter’s Monastery, and stopped at a massive stone gateway, -before which two constables were pacing, armed -with carbines. This building was the Krutitski Monastery, -which had been converted into a police-barracks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was taken to a smallish office, where everyone was -dressed in blue, officers and clerks alike. The orderly -officer, wearing full uniform and a helmet, asked me to -wait and even proposed that I should light my pipe which -I was holding. Having written out an acknowledgement -that a fresh prisoner had been received, and handed it to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>my escort, he left the room and returned with another -officer, who told me that my quarters were ready and -asked me to go there. A constable carried a light, and we -descended a staircase, passed through a small yard, and -entered by a low door a long passage lighted by a single -lantern. On both sides of the passage there were low -doors; and the orderly officer opened one of these, which -led into a tiny guard-room and thence into a room of -moderate size, damp, cold, and smelling like a cellar. -The officer who was escorting me now addressed me in -French: he said that he was <i>désolé d’être dans la nécessité</i> -of rummaging my pockets, but that discipline and -his duty required it. After this noble exordium he turned -without more ado to the gaoler and winked in my direction; -and the man instantly inserted into my pocket an -incredibly large and hairy paw. I pointed out to the polite -officer that this was quite unnecessary: I would empty -out all my pockets myself, without any forcible measures -being used. And I asked what I could possibly have on -me after six weeks in prison.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, we know what they are capable of at police-stations,” -said the polite officer, with an inimitable smile of -superiority, and the orderly officer also smiled sarcastically; -but they told the turnkey merely to look on while -I emptied my pockets.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Shake out any tobacco you have on the table,” said -the polite officer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had in my tobacco-pouch a pencil and a penknife -wrapped up in paper. I remembered about them at once, -and, while talking to the officer, I fiddled with the pouch -till the knife came out in my hand; then I gripped it -behind the pouch, while boldly pouring out the tobacco -<span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span>on the table. The turnkey gathered it together again. I -had saved my knife and my pencil, and I had also paid -out my polite friend for his contempt of my former -gaolers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This little incident put me in excellent humour, and -I began cheerfully to survey my new possessions.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The monks’ cells, built 300 years ago, had sunk deep -into the ground, and were now put to a secular use for -political prisoners.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My room contained a bedstead without a mattress, a -small table with a jug of water on it, and a chair; a thin -tallow candle was burning in a large copper candlestick. -The damp and cold struck into the marrow of my bones; -the officer ordered the stove to be lighted, and then I was -left alone. A turnkey promised to bring some straw; meanwhile -I used my overcoat as a pillow, lay down on the bare -bedstead, and lit a pipe. I very soon noticed that the -ceiling was covered with black beetles. Not having seen -a light for a long time, the black beetles hurried to the -lighted patch in great excitement, jostling one another, -dropping on the table, and then running wildly about -along the edge of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I don’t like black beetles, nor uninvited guests in general. -My neighbours seemed to me horribly repulsive, but -there was nothing to be done: I could not begin by complaining -of black beetles, and I suppressed my dislike of -them. Besides, after a few days all the insects migrated -to the next room, where the turnkey kept up a higher -temperature; only an occasional specimen would look in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span>on me, twitch his whiskers, and then hurry back to the -warmth.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In spite of my entreaties, the turnkey insisted on closing -the stove after he had lighted it. I soon felt uncomfortable -and giddy, and I decided to get up and knock -on the wall. I did get up, but I remember no more.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I came to myself I was lying on the floor and -my head was aching fiercely. A tall, grey-haired turnkey -was standing over me with his arms folded, and watching -me with a steady, expressionless stare, such as may be -seen in the eyes of the dog watching the tortoise, in a -well-known bronze group.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Seeing that I was conscious, he began: “Your Honour -had a near shave of suffocation. But I put some pickled -horse-radish to your nose, and now you can drink some -<i>kvass</i>.”<a id='r71' /><a href='#f71' class='c016'><sup>[71]</sup></a> When I had drunk, he lifted me up and laid me -on my bed. I felt very faint, and the window, which was -double, could not be opened. The turnkey went to the office -to ask that I might go out into the court; but the orderly -officer sent a message that he could not undertake the -responsibility in the absence of the colonel and adjutant. -I had to put up with the foul atmosphere.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f71'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r71'>71</a>. </span>A sort of beer.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But I became accustomed even to these quarters, and -conjugated Italian verbs and read any books I could get. -At first, the rules were fairly strict: when the bugle -sounded for the last time at nine in the evening, a turnkey -came in, blew out my candle, and locked me up for the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span>night. I had to sit in darkness till eight next morning. I -was never a great sleeper, and the want of exercise made -four hours’ sleep ample for me in prison; hence the want -of a light was a serious deprivation. Besides this, a sentry -at each end of the passage gave a loud prolonged cry of -“All’s well-l-l-l!” every quarter of an hour.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After a few weeks, however, the colonel allowed me to -have a light. My window was beneath the level of the -court, so that the sentry could watch all my movements; -and no blind or curtain to the window was allowed. He -also stopped the sentries from calling out in the passage. -Later, we were permitted to have ink and a fixed number -of sheets of paper, on condition that none were torn up; -and we were allowed to walk in the yard once in twenty-four -hours, accompanied by a sentry and the officer of -the day, while outside the yard there was a fence and a -chain of sentries.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The life was monotonous and peaceful; military precision -gave it a kind of mechanical regularity like the -caesura in verse. In the morning I made coffee over the -stove with the help of the turnkey; at ten the officer of -the day made his appearance, bringing in with him several -cubic feet of frost, and clattering with his sword; he wore -cloak and helmet and gloves up to his elbows; at one the -turnkey brought me a dirty napkin and a bowl of soup, -which he held by the rim in such a way that his two -thumbs were noticeably cleaner than the other fingers. -The food was tolerable; but it must be remembered that -we were charged two <i>roubles</i> a day for it, which mounts -up to a considerable sum for a poor man in the course of -nine months. The father of one prisoner said frankly that -he could not pay, whereupon he was told it would be -<span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span>stopped out of his salary; had he not been drawing Government -pay, he would probably have been put in prison -himself. There was also a Government allowance for our -keep; but the quarter-masters put this in their pockets and -stopped the mouths of the officers with orders for the -theatres on first nights and benefits.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After sunset complete silence set in, only interrupted -by the distant calls of the sentries, or the steps of a -soldier crunching over the snow right in front of my window. -I generally read till one, before I put out my candle. -In my dreams I was free once more. Sometimes I woke -up thinking: “What a horrid nightmare of prison and -gaolers! How glad I am it’s not true!”—and suddenly a -sword rattled in the passage, or the officer of the day came -in with his lantern-bearer, or a sentry called out “Who -goes there?” in his mechanical voice, or a bugle, close to -the window, split the morning air with reveille.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When I was bored and not inclined to read, I talked to -my gaolers, especially to the old fellow who had treated me -for my fainting fit. The colonel, as a mark of favour, excused -some of the old soldiers from parade and gave them -the light work of guarding a prisoner; they were in charge -of a corporal—a spy and a scoundrel. Five or six of these -veterans did all the work of the prison.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The old soldier I am speaking of was a simple creature, -kind-hearted himself and grateful for any kindness that -was shown him, and it is likely that not much had been -shown him in the course of his life. He had served through -the campaign of 1812 and his breast was covered with -medals. His term of service had expired, but he stayed on -<span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span>as a volunteer, having no place to go to. “I wrote twice,” -he used to say, “to my relations in the Government of -Mogilev, but I got no answer; so I suppose that all my -people are dead. I don’t care to go home, only to beg my -bread in old age.” How barbarous is the system of military -service in Russia, which detains a man for twenty -years with the colours! But in every sphere of life we -sacrifice the individual without mercy and without reward.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Old Philimonov professed to know German; he had -learned it in winter quarters after the taking of Paris. In -fact, he knew some German words, to which he attached -Russian terminations with much ingenuity.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In his stories of the past there was a kind of artlessness -which made me sad. I shall record one of them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He served in Moldavia, in the Turkish campaign of -1805; and the commander of his company was the kindest -of men, caring like a father for each soldier and always -foremost in battle. “Our captain was in love with a Moldavian -woman, and we saw that he was in bad spirits; the -reason was that she was often visiting another officer. One -day he sent for me and a friend of mine—a fine soldier he -was and lost both legs in battle afterwards—and said to -us that the woman had jilted him; and he asked if we -were willing to help him and teach her a lesson. ‘Surely, -Your Honour,’ said we; ‘we are at your service at any -time.’ He thanked us and pointed out the house where the -officer lived. Then he said, ‘Take your stand to-night on -the bridge which she must cross to get to his house; catch -hold of her quietly, and into the river with her!’ ‘Very -good, Your Honour,’ said we. So I and my chum got hold -<span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>of a sack and went to the bridge; there we sat, and near -midnight the girl came running past. ‘What are you hurrying -for?’ we asked. Then we gave her one over the head; -not a sound did she make, bless her; we put her in the -sack and threw it into the river. Next day our captain -went to the other officer and said: ‘You must not be angry -with the girl: we detained her; in fact, she is now at the -bottom of the river. But I am quite prepared to take a -little walk with you, with swords or pistols, as you prefer.’ -Well, they fought, and our captain was badly wounded -in the chest; he wasted away, poor fellow, and after three -months gave back his soul to God.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But was the woman really drowned?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, yes, Sir,” said the soldier.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was horrified by the childlike indifference with which -the old man told me this story. He appeared to guess my -feelings or to give a thought for the first time to his victim; -for he added, to reassure me and make it up with his own -conscience:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You know, Sir, she was only a benighted heathen, not -like a Christian at all.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It is the custom to serve out a glass of brandy to the -gaolers on saints’ days and royal birthdays; and Philimonov -was allowed to decline this ration till five or six -were due to him, and then to draw it all at once. He -marked on a tally the number of glasses he did not drink, -and applied for the lot on one of the great festivals. He -poured all the brandy into a soup-tureen, crumbled bread -into it, and then supped it with a spoon. When this repast -was over, he smoked a large pipe with a tiny mouthpiece; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span>his tobacco, which he cut up himself, was strong beyond -belief. As there was no seat in his room, he curled himself -up on the narrow space of the window-sill; and there he -smoked and sang a song about grass and flowers, pronouncing -the words worse and worse as the liquor gained -power over him. But what a constitution the man had! -He was over sixty and had been twice wounded, and yet -he could stand such a meal as I have described.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Before I end these Wouverman-Callot<a id='r72' /><a href='#f72' class='c016'><sup>[72]</sup></a> sketches of barrack-life -and this prison-gossip which only repeats the -recollections of all captives like myself, I shall say something -also of the officers.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f72'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r72'>72</a>. </span>Wouverman (1619-1668), a Dutch painter; Callot -(1592-1635), a French painter; both painted outdoor life, soldiers, -beggars, etc.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Most of them were not spies at all, but good enough -people, who had drifted by chance into the constabulary. -Young nobles, with little or no education, without fortune -or any settled prospects, they had taken to this life, because -they had nothing else to do. They performed their -duties with military precision, but without a scrap of enthusiasm, -as far as I could see; I must except the adjutant, -indeed; but then that was just why he <i>was</i> adjutant. When -I got to know the officers, they granted me all the small indulgences -that were in their power, and it would be a sin -for me to complain of them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One of the young officers told me a story of the year -1831, when he was sent to hunt down and arrest a Polish -gentleman who was in hiding somewhere near his own -estate. He was accused of having relations with agitators. -The officer started on his mission, made enquiries, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span>discovered the Pole’s hiding place. He led his men there, -surrounded the house, and entered it with two constables. -The house was empty: they went through all the rooms -and hunted about, but no one was to be seen; and yet -some trifling signs proved that the house had been occupied -not long before. Leaving his men below, the young -officer went up to the attics a second time; after a careful -search, he found a small door leading to a garret or secret -chamber of some kind; the door was locked on the inside, -but flew open at a kick. Behind it stood a tall and beautiful -woman; she pointed without a word to a man who -held in his arms a fainting girl of twelve. It was the Pole -and his family. The officer was taken aback. The tall -woman perceived this and said, “Can you be barbarous -enough to destroy them?” The officer apologised: he -urged the stock excuse, that a soldier is bound to implicit -obedience; but at last, in despair, as he saw that his words -had not the slightest effect, he ended by asking what he -was to do. The woman looked haughtily at him, pointed -to the door, and said, “Go down at once and say that -there is no one here.” “I swear I cannot explain it,” the -officer said, “but down I went and ordered the sergeant -to collect the party. Two hours later we were beating -every bush on another estate, while our man was slipping -across the frontier. Strange, what things women make one -do!”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Nothing in the world can be more stupid and more unfair -than to judge a whole class of men in the lump, merely -by the name they bear and the predominating characteristics -of their profession. A label is a terrible thing. Jean -<span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span>Paul Richter<a id='r73' /><a href='#f73' class='c016'><sup>[73]</sup></a> says with perfect truth: “If a child tells a -lie, make him afraid of doing wrong and tell him that -he has told a lie, but don’t call him a liar. If you define -him as a liar, you break down his confidence in his -own character.” We are told that a man is a murderer, and -we instantly imagine a hidden dagger, a savage expression, -and dark designs, as if murder were the regular occupation, -the trade, of anyone who has once in his life without -design killed a man. A spy, or a man who makes money -by the profligacy of others, cannot be honest; but it is -possible to be an officer of police and yet to retain some -manly worth, just as a tender and womanly heart and -even delicacy of feeling may constantly be found in the -victims of what is called “social incontinence.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f73'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r73'>73</a>. </span>The German humorist (1763-1825).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I have an aversion for people who, because they are -too stupid or will not take the trouble, never get beyond -a mere label, who are brought up short by a single bad -action or a false position, either chastely shutting their -eyes to it or pushing it roughly from them. People who -act thus are generally either bloodless and self-satisfied -theorists, repulsive in their purity, or mean, low natures -who have not yet had the chance or the necessity to display -themselves in their true colours; they are by nature -at home in the mire, into which others have fallen by misfortune.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER V</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>The Enquiry—Golitsyn Senior—Golitsyn Junior—General Staal—The -Sentence—Sokolovski.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>BUT meanwhile what about the charge against us? -and what about the Commission of Enquiry?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The new Commission made just as great a mess -of it as its predecessor. The police had been on our track -for a long time, but their zeal and impatience prevented -them from waiting for a decent pretext, and they did a -silly thing. They employed a retired officer called Skaryatka -to draw us on till we were committed; and he made -acquaintance with nearly all of our set. But we very soon -made out what he was and kept him at a distance. Some -other young men, chiefly students, were less cautious, but -these others had no relations of any importance with us.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One of the latter, on taking his degree, entertained his -friends on June 24, 1834. Not one of us was present at -the entertainment; not one of us was even invited. The -students drank toasts, and danced and played the fool; -and one thing they did was to sing in chorus Sokolovski’s -well-known song abusing the Tsar.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Skaryatka was present and suddenly remembered that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span>the day was his birthday. He told a story of selling a -horse at a profit and invited the whole party to supper -at his rooms, promising a dozen of champagne. They all -accepted. The champagne duly appeared, and their host, -who had begun to stagger, proposed that Sokolovski’s -song should be sung over again. In the middle of the song -the door opened, and Tsinski appeared with his myrmidons. -It was a stupid and clumsy proceeding, and a failure -as well.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The police wanted to catch us and were looking out -for some tangible pretext, in order to trap the five or six -victims whom they had marked down; what they actually -did was to arrest a score of innocent persons.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But the police are not easily abashed, and they arrested -us a fortnight later, as concerned in the affair of the students’ -party. They found a number of letters—letters of -Satin’s at Sokolovski’s rooms, of Ogaryóv’s at Satin’s, and -of mine at Ogaryóv’s; but nothing of importance was discovered. -The first Commission of Enquiry was a failure; -and in order that the second might succeed better, the Tsar -sent from Petersburg the Grand Inquisitor, Prince A. F. -Golitsyn.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The breed to which he belonged is rare with us; it included -Mordvínov, the notorious chief of the Third Section, -Pelikan, the Rector of Vilna University, with a few -officials from the Baltic provinces and renegade Poles.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But it was unfortunate for the Inquisition that Staal, -the Commandant of Moscow, was the first member appointed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>to it. Staal was a brave old soldier and an honest -man; he looked into the matter, and found that two quite -distinct incidents were involved: the first was the students’ -party, which the police were bound to punish; the -second was the mysterious arrest of some men, whose -whole visible fault was limited to some half-expressed -opinions, and whom it would be difficult and absurd to -try on that charge alone.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Prince A. F. Golitsyn disapproved of Staal’s view, and -their dispute took a heated turn. The old soldier grew -furiously angry; he dashed his sword on the floor and -said: “Instead of destroying these young men, you would -do better to have all the schools and universities closed, -and that would be a warning to other unfortunates. Do -as you please, only I shall take no part in it: I shall not -set foot again in this place.” Having spoken thus, the old -man left the room at once.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was reported to the Tsar that very day; and when -the Commandant presented his report next morning, the -Tsar asked why he refused to attend the Commission, -and Staal told him the reason.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What nonsense!” said Nicholas; “I wonder you are -not ashamed to quarrel with Golitsyn, and I hope you will -continue to attend.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Sir,” replied Staal, “spare my grey hairs! I have lived -till now without the smallest stain on my honour. My -loyalty is known to Your Majesty; my life, what remains -of it, is at your service. But this matter touches my -honour, and my conscience protests against the proceedings -of that Commission.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Tsar frowned; Staal bowed himself out and never -afterwards attended a single meeting.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>The Commission now consisted of foes only. The President -was Prince S. M. Golitsyn, a simple old gentleman, -who, after sitting for nine months, knew just as little about -the business as he did nine months before he took the -chair. He preserved a dignified silence and seldom spoke; -whenever an examination was finished, he asked, “May he -be dismissed?” “Yes,” said Golitsyn junior, and then -Golitsyn senior signified in a stately manner to the accused, -“You may go.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My first examination lasted four hours. The questions -asked were of two kinds. The object of the first was to -discover a trend of thought “opposed to the spirit of the -Russian government, and ideas that were either revolutionary -or impregnated with the pestilent doctrine of Saint-Simonianism”—this -is a quotation from Golitsyn junior -and Oranski, the paymaster.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such questions were simple, but they were not really -questions at all. The confiscated papers and letters were -clear enough evidence of opinions; the questions could -only turn on the essential fact, whether the letters were -or were not written by the accused; but the Commissioners -thought it necessary to add to each expression -they had copied out, “In what sense do you explain the -following passage in your letter?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Of course there was nothing to explain, and I wrote -meaningless and evasive answers to all the questions. -Oranski discovered the following statement in one of my -letters: “No written constitution leads to anything: they -are all mere contracts between a master and his slaves; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span>the problem is not to improve the condition of the slaves -but to eliminate them altogether.” When called upon to -explain this statement, I remarked that I saw no necessity -to defend constitutional government, and that, if I had -done so, I might have been prosecuted.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There are two sides from which constitutional government -can be attacked,” said Golitsyn junior, in his excitable, -sibilant voice, “and you don’t attack it from the -point of view of autocracy, or else you would not have -spoken of ‘slaves.’”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“In that respect I am as guilty as the Empress Catherine, -who forbade her subjects to call themselves slaves.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Golitsyn junior was furious at my sarcasm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you suppose,” he said, “that we meet here to carry -on academic discussion, and that you are defending a -thesis in the lecture-room?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Why then do you ask for explanations?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you pretend not to understand what is wanted of -you?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I don’t understand,” I said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“How obstinate they are, every one of them!” said the -chairman, Golitsyn senior, as he shrugged his shoulders -and looked at Colonel Shubenski, of the police. I smiled. -“Ogaryóv over again,” sighed the worthy old gentleman, -letting the cat quite out of the bag.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A pause followed this indiscretion. The meetings were -all held in the Prince’s library, and I turned towards the -shelves and examined the books; they included an edition -in many volumes of the <i>Memoirs</i> of the Duc de Saint-Simon.<a id='r74' /><a href='#f74' class='c016'><sup>[74]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f74'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r74'>74</a>. </span>The author of the famous <i>Memoirs</i> (1675-1755) was -an ancestor of the preacher of socialism (1760-1825).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span>I turned to the chairman. “There!” I said, “what an -injustice! You are trying me for Saint-Simonianism, and -you, Prince, have on your shelves twenty volumes of his -works.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The worthy man had never read a book in his life, and -was at loss for a reply. But Golitsyn junior darted a -furious glance at me and asked, “Don’t you see that these -are the works of the Duc de Saint-Simon who lived in -the reign of Louis XIV?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chairman smiled and conveyed to me by a nod -his impression that I had made a slip this time; then he -said, “You may go.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I had reached the door, the chairman asked, -“Was it he who wrote the article about Peter the Great -which you showed me?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes,” answered Shubenski.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I stopped short.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He has ability,” remarked the chairman.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So much the worse: poison is more dangerous in skilful -hands,” added the Inquisitor; “a very dangerous young -man and quite incorrigible.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>These words contained my condemnation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Here is a parallel to the Saint-Simon incident. When -the police-officer was going through books and papers at -Ogaryóv’s house, he put aside a volume of Thiers’s <i>History -of the French Revolution</i>; when he found a second volume, -a third, an eighth, he lost patience. “What a collection -of revolutionary works! And here’s another!” he -added, handing to his subordinate Cuvier’s speech <i>Sur -les révolutions du globe terrestre</i>!</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>There were other questions of a more complicated kind, -in which various traps and tricks, familiar to the police -and boards of enquiry, were made use of, in order to confuse -me and involve me in contradictions. Hints that -others had confessed, and moral torture of various kinds, -came into play here. They are not worth repeating; it is -enough to say that the tricks all failed to make me or my -three friends betray one another.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the last question had been handed out to me, I -was sitting alone in the small room where we wrote our -replies. Suddenly the door opened, and Golitsyn junior -came in, wearing a pained and anxious expression.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have come,” he said, “to have a talk with you before -the end of your replies to our questions. The long friendship -between my late father and yours makes me feel a -special interest in you. You are young and may have a -distinguished career yet; but you must first clear yourself -of this business, and that fortunately depends on -yourself alone. Your father has taken your arrest very -much to heart; his one hope now is that you will be released. -The President and I were discussing it just now, -and we are sincerely ready to make large concessions; -but you must make it possible for us to help you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I saw what he was driving at. The blood rushed to my -head, and I bit my pen with rage.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He went on: “You are on the road that leads straight -to service in the ranks or imprisonment, and on the way -you will kill your father: he will not survive the day when -he sees you in the grey overcoat of a private soldier.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I tried to speak, but he stopped me. “I know what you -want to say. Have patience a moment. That you had designs -<span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>against the Government is perfectly clear; and we -must have proofs of your repentance, if you are to be an -object of the Tsar’s clemency. You deny everything; you -give evasive answers; from a false feeling of honour you -protect people of whom we know more than you do, and -who are by no means as scrupulous as you are; you won’t -help them, but they will drag you over the precipice in -their fall. Now write a letter to the Board; say simply and -frankly that you are conscious of your guilt, and that -you were led away by the thoughtlessness of youth; and -name the persons whose unhappy errors led you astray. -Are you willing to pay this small price, in order to redeem -your whole future and to save your father’s life?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I know nothing, and will add nothing to my previous -disclosures,” I replied.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Golitsyn got up and said in a dry voice: “Very well! As -you refuse, we are not to blame.” That was the end of -my examination.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I made my last appearance before the Commission in -January or February of 1835. I was summoned there to -read through my answers, make any additions I wished, -and sign my name. Shubenski was the only Commissioner -present. When I had done reading, I said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I should like to know what charge can be based on -these questions and these answers. Which article of the -code applies to my case?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The code of law is intended for crimes of a different -kind,” answered the colonel in blue.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That is another matter. But when I read over all -these literary exercises, I cannot believe that the charge, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>on which I have spent six months in prison, is really contained -there.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you really imagine,” returned Shubenski, “that -we accepted your statement that you were not forming a -secret society?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Where is it, then?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It is lucky for you that we could not find the proofs, -and that you were cut short. We stopped you in time; -indeed, it may be said that we saved you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gógol’s story, in fact, over again, of the carpenter Poshlepkin -and his wife, in <i>The Revizor</i>.<a id='r75' /><a href='#f75' class='c016'><sup>[75]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f75'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r75'>75</a>. </span>Gógol, <i>The Revizor</i>, Act IV, Scene ii.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>After I had signed my name, Shubenski rang and -ordered the priest to be summoned. The priest appeared -and added his signature, testifying that all my admissions -had been made voluntarily and without compulsion of any -kind. Of course, he had never been present while I was -examined; and he had not the assurance to ask my account -of the proceedings. I thought of the unprejudiced -witness who stopped outside our house while the police -arrested me.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When the enquiry was over, the conditions of my imprisonment -were relaxed to some extent, and near relations -could obtain permission for interviews. In this way -two more months passed by.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the middle of March our sentence was confirmed. -What it was nobody knew: some said we should be -banished to the Caucasus, while others hoped we should -all be released. The latter was Staal’s proposal, which he -submitted separately to the Tsar; he held that we had -been sufficiently punished by our imprisonment.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>At last, on the twentieth of March, we were all brought -to Prince Golitsyn’s house, to hear our sentence. It was -a very great occasion: for we had never met since we were -arrested.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A cordon of police and officers of the garrison stood -round us, while we embraced and shook hands with one -another. The sight of friends gave life to all of us, and we -made plenty of noise; we asked questions and told our -adventures indefatigably.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sokolovski was present, rather pale and thin, but as -humorous as ever.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Sokolovski, the author of <i>Creation</i> and other meritorious -poems, had a strong natural gift for poetry; but this -gift was neither improved by cultivation nor original -enough to dispense with it. He was not a politician at all, -he lived the life of a poet. He was very amusing and -amiable, a cheerful companion in cheerful hours, a <i>bon-vivant</i>, -who enjoyed a gay party as well as the rest of us, -and perhaps a little better. He was now over thirty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When suddenly torn from this life and thrown into -prison, he bore himself nobly: imprisonment strengthened -his character.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was arrested in Petersburg and then conveyed to -Moscow, without being told where he was going. Useless -tricks of this kind are constantly played by the Russian -police; in fact, it is the poetry of their lives; there is no -calling in the world, however prosaic and repulsive, that -does not possess its own artistic refinements and mere -superfluous adornments. Sokolovski was taken straight to -prison and lodged in a kind of dark store-room. Why -should he be confined in prison and we in barracks?</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span>He took nothing there with him but a couple of shirts. -In England, every convict is forced to take a bath as soon -as he enters prison; in Russia, precautionary measures -are taken against cleanliness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sokolovski would have been in a horrible state had not -Dr. Haas sent him a parcel of his own linen.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>This Dr. Haas, who was often called a fool and a lunatic, -was a very remarkable man. His memory ought not -to be buried in the jungle of official obituaries—that record -of virtues that never showed themselves until their possessors -were mouldering in the grave.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was a little old man with a face like wax; in his -black tail-coat, knee-breeches, black silk stockings, and -shoes with buckles, he looked as if he had just stepped -out of some play of the eighteenth century. In this costume, -suitable for a wedding or a funeral, and in the -agreeable climate of the 59th degree of north latitude, he -used to drive once a week to the Sparrow Hills when the -convicts were starting for the first stage of their long -march. He had access to them in his capacity of a prison-doctor, -and went there to pass them in review; and he -always took with him a basketful of odds and ends—eatables -and dainties of different kinds for the women, such -as walnuts, gingerbread, apples, and oranges. This generosity -excited the wrath and displeasure of the ‘charitable’ -ladies, who were afraid of giving pleasure by their charity, -and afraid of being more charitable than was absolutely -necessary to save the convicts from being starved or -frozen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Haas was obstinate. When reproached for the foolish -<span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>indulgence he showed to the women, he would listen -meekly, rub his hands, and reply: “Please observe, my -dear lady; they can get a crust of bread from anyone, but -they won’t see sweets or oranges again for a long time, -because no one gives them such things—your own words -prove that. And therefore I give them this little pleasure, -because they won’t get it soon again.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Haas lived in a hospital. One morning a patient came -to consult him. Haas examined him and went to his study -to write a prescription. When he returned, the invalid had -disappeared, and so had the silver off the dinner-table. -Haas called a porter and asked whether anyone else had -entered the building. The porter realised the situation: -he rushed out and returned immediately with the spoons -and the patient, whom he had detained with the help of a -sentry. The thief fell on his knees and begged for mercy. -Haas was perplexed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Fetch a policeman,” he said to one of the porters. -“And you summon a clerk here at once.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The two porters, pleased with their part in detecting -the criminal, rushed from the room; and Haas took advantage -of their absence to address the thief. “You are -a dishonest man; you deceived me and tried to rob me; -God will judge you for it. But now run out at the back -gate as fast as you can, before the sentries come back. -And wait a moment—very likely you haven’t a penny; -here is half a <i>rouble</i> for you. But you must try to mend -your ways: you can’t escape God as easily as the policeman.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>His family told Haas he had gone too far this time. But -the incorrigible doctor stated his view thus: “Theft is a -serious vice; but I know the police, and how they flog -<span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>people; it is a much worse vice to deliver up your neighbour -to their tender mercies. And besides, who knows? -My treatment may soften his heart.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>His family shook their heads and protested: and the -charitable ladies said, “An excellent man but not quite all -right <i>there</i>,” pointing to their foreheads; but Haas only -rubbed his hands and went his own way.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Sokolovski had hardly got to an end of his narrative before -others began to tell their story, several speaking at -the same time. It was as if we had returned from a long -journey—there was a running fire of questions and -friendly chaff.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Satin had suffered more in body that the rest of us: he -looked thin and had lost some of his hair. He was on his -mother’s estate in the Government of Tambóv when he -heard of our arrest, and started at once for Moscow, that -his mother might not be terrified by a visit from the police. -But he caught cold on the journey and was seriously ill -when he reached Moscow. The police found him there in -his bed. It being impossible to remove him, he was put -under arrest in his own house: a sentry was posted inside -his bedroom, and a male sister of mercy, in the shape of -a policeman, sat by his pillow; hence, when he recovered -from delirium, his eyes rested on the scrutinising looks of -one attendant or the sodden face of the other.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When winter began he was transferred to a hospital. -It turned out that there was no unoccupied room suitable -for a prisoner; but that was a trifle which caused no -difficulty. A secluded corner <i>without a stove</i> was discovered -in the building, and here he was placed with a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span>sentry to guard him. Nothing like a balcony on the -Riviera for an invalid! What the temperature in that -stone box was like in winter, may be guessed: the sentry -suffered so much that he used at night to go into the passage -and warm himself at the stove, begging his prisoner -not to tell the officer of the day.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But even the authorities of the hospital could not continue -this open-air treatment in such close proximity to -the North Pole, and they moved Satin to a room next to -that in which people who were brought in frozen were -rubbed till they regained consciousness.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Before we had nearly done telling our own experiences -and listening to those of our friends, the adjutants began -to bustle about, the garrison officers stood up straight, -and the policemen came to attention; then the door opened -solemnly, and little Prince Golitsyn entered <i>en grande -tenue</i> with his ribbon across his shoulder; Tsinski was -in Household uniform; and even Oranski had put on -something special for the joyful occasion—a light green -costume, between uniform and mufti. Staal, of course, was -not there.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The officers now divided us into three groups. Sokolovski, -an artist called Ootkin, and Ibayev formed the first -group; I and my friends came next, and then a miscellaneous -assortment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The first three, who were charged with treason, were -sentenced to confinement at Schlüsselburg<a id='r76' /><a href='#f76' class='c016'><sup>[76]</sup></a> for an unlimited -term.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f76'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r76'>76</a>. </span>A prison-fortress on an island in the Neva, forty miles -from Petersburg.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>In order to show his easy, pleasant manners, Tsinski -asked Sokolovski, after the sentence was read, “I think -you have been at Schlüsselburg before?” “Yes, last year,” -was the immediate answer; “I suppose I knew what was -coming, for I drank a bottle of Madeira there.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Two years later Ootkin died in the fortress. Sokolovski -was released more dead than alive and sent to the Caucasus, -where he died at Pyatigorsk. Of Ibayev it may be -said in one sense that he died too; for he became a mystic.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Ootkin, “a free artist confined in prison,” as he signed -himself in replying to the questions put to him, was a man -of forty; he never took part in political intrigue of any -kind, but his nature was proud and vehement, and he was -uncontrolled in his language and disrespectful to the members -of the Commission. For this they did him to death in a -damp dungeon where the water trickled down the walls.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But for his officer’s uniform, Ibayev would never have -been punished so severely. He happened to be present at -a party where he probably drank too much and sang, but -he certainly drank no more and sang no louder than the -rest.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§14</h3> - -<p class='c018'>And now our turn came. Oranski rubbed his spectacles, -cleared his throat, and gave utterance to the imperial -edict. It was here set forth that the Tsar, having considered -the report of the Commission and taking special -account of the youth of the criminals, ordered that they -should not be brought before a court of justice. On the -contrary, the Tsar in his infinite clemency pardoned the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span>majority of the offenders and allowed them to live at home -under police supervision. But the ringleaders were to -undergo corrective discipline, in the shape of banishment -to distant Governments for an unlimited term; they were -to serve in the administration, under the supervision of -the local authorities.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This last class contained six names—Ogaryóv, Satin, -Lakhtin, Sorokin, Obolenski, and myself. My destination -was Perm. Lakhtin had never been arrested at all; when -he was summoned to the Commission to hear the sentence, -he supposed it was intended merely to give him a fright, -that he might take thought when he saw the punishment of -others. It was said that this little surprise was managed -by a relation of Prince Golitsyn’s who was angry with -Lakhtin’s wife. He had weak health and died after three -years in exile.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When Oranski had done reading, Colonel Shubenski -stepped forward. He explained to us in picked phrases and -the style of Lomonossov,<a id='r77' /><a href='#f77' class='c016'><sup>[77]</sup></a> that for the Tsar’s clemency -we were obliged to the good offices of the distinguished -nobleman who presided at the Commission. He expected -that we should all express at once our gratitude to the -great man, but he was disappointed.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f77'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r77'>77</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, an old-fashioned pompous style. Lomonossov -(1711-1765) was the originator of Russian literature and Russian -science.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Some of those who had been pardoned made a sign -with their heads, but even they stole a glance at us as -they did so.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Shubenski then turned to Ogaryóv and said: “You are -going to Penza. Do you suppose that is a mere accident? -Your father is lying paralysed at Penza; and the Prince -asked the Emperor that you might be sent there, that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>your presence might to some extent lighten the blow he -must suffer in your banishment. Do you too think you -have no cause for gratitude?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Ogaryóv bowed; and that was all they got for their -pains.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But that good old gentleman, the President, was -pleased, and for some reason called me up next. I stepped -forward: whatever he or Shubenski might say, I vowed -by all the gods that I would not thank them. Besides, my -place of exile was the most distant and most disgusting -of all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So you are going to Perm,” said the Prince.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said nothing. The Prince was taken aback, but, in -order to say something, he added, “I have an estate there.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Can I take any message to your bailiff?” I asked, -smiling.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I send no messages by people like you—mere <i>carbonari</i>,” -said the Prince, by a sudden inspiration.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What do you want of me then?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I thought you called me forward.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You may go,” interrupted Shubenski.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Permit me,” I said, “as I am here, to remind you that -you, Colonel, said to me on my last appearance before the -Commission, that no one charged me with complicity in the -students’ party; but now the sentence says that I am one -of those punished on that account. There is some mistake -here.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you mean to protest against the imperial decision?” -cried out Shubenski. “If you are not careful, young man, -something worse may be substituted for Perm. I shall -order your words to be taken down.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span>“Just what I meant to ask. The sentence says ‘according -to the report of the Commission’: well, my protest is -not against the imperial edict but against your report. I -call the Prince to witness, that I was never even questioned -about the party or the songs sung there.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Shubenski turned pale with rage. “You pretend not to -know,” he said, “that your guilt is ten times greater than -that of those who attended the party.” He pointed to one -of the pardoned men: “There is a man who sang an objectionable -song under the influence of drink; but he -afterwards begged forgiveness on his knees with tears. -You are still far enough from any repentance.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Excuse me,” I went on; “the depth of my guilt is not -the question. But if I am a murderer, I don’t want to pass -for a thief. I don’t want people to say, even by way of -defence, that I did so-and-so under the influence of drink.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If my son, my own son, were as brazen as you, I -should myself ask the Tsar to banish him to Siberia.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>At this point the Commissioner of Police struck in with -some incoherent nonsense. It is a pity that Golitsyn junior -was not present; he would have had a chance to air his -rhetoric.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All this, as a matter of course, led to nothing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We stayed in the room for another quarter of an hour, -and spent the time, undeterred by the earnest representations -of the police-officers, in warm embraces and a long -farewell. I never saw any of them again, except Obolenski, -before my return from Vyatka.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§15</h3> - -<p class='c018'>We had to face our departure. Prison was in a sense a -continuation of our former life; but with our departure -<span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span>for the wilds, it broke off short. Our little band of youthful -friends was parting asunder. Our exile was sure to -last for several years. Where and how, if ever, should we -meet again? One felt regret for that past life—one had -been forced to leave it so suddenly, without saying good-bye. -Of a meeting with Ogaryóv I had no hope. Two of -my intimate friends secured an interview with me towards -the end, but I wanted something more.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§16</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I wished to see once more the girl who had cheered me -before and to press her hand as I had pressed it in the -churchyard nine months earlier. At that interview I intended -to part with the past and greet the future.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We did meet for a few minutes on April 9, 1835, the -day before my departure into exile.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Long did I keep that day sacred in memory; it is one -of the red-letter days of my life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But why does the recollection of that day and all the -bright and happy days of my past life recall so much that -is terrible? I see a grave, a wreath of dark-red roses, two -children whom I am leading by the hand, torch-light, a -band of exiles, the moon, a warm sea beneath a mountain; -I hear words spoken which I cannot understand, and yet -they tear my heart.<a id='r78' /><a href='#f78' class='c016'><sup>[78]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f78'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r78'>78</a>. </span>Herzen’s wife, Natalie, died at Nice in 1852 and was -buried there under the circumstances here described.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>All, all, has passed away!</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER VI</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>Exile—A Chief Constable—The Volga—Perm.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>ON the morning of April 10, 1835, a police-officer -conducted me to the Governor’s palace, where -my parents were allowed to take leave of me -in the private part of the office.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was bound to be an uncomfortable and painful -scene. Spies and clerks swarmed round us; we listened -while his instructions were read aloud to the police-agent -who was to go with me; it was impossible to exchange a -word unwatched—in short, more painful and galling surroundings -cannot be imagined. It was a relief when the -carriage started at last along the Vladimirka River.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c022'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i>Per me si va nella città dolente,</i></div> - <div class='line'><i>Per me si va nell’ eterno dolore</i>—<a id='r79' /><a href='#f79' class='c016'><sup>[79]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote c000' id='f79'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r79'>79</a>. </span>Dante, <i>Inferno</i>, Canto III.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I wrote this couplet on the wall of one of the post-houses; -it suits the vestibule of Hell and the road to Siberia -equally well.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One of my intimate friends had promised to meet me -at an inn seven <i>versts</i> from Moscow.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>I proposed to the police-agent that he should have a -glass of brandy there; we were at a safe distance from -Moscow, and he accepted. We went in, but my friend -was not there. I put off our start by every means in my -power; but at last my companion was unwilling to wait -longer, and the driver was touching up the horses, when -suddenly a <i>troika</i><a id='r80' /><a href='#f80' class='c016'><sup>[80]</sup></a> came galloping straight up to the door. -I rushed out—and met two strangers; they were merchants’ -sons out for a spree and made some noise as they -got off their vehicle. All along the road to Moscow I could -not see a single moving spot, nor a single human being. -I felt it bitter to get into the carriage and start. But I gave -the driver a quarter-<i>rouble</i>, and off we flew like an arrow -from the bow.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f80'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r80'>80</a>. </span>Three horses harnessed abreast form a <i>troika</i>.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>We put up nowhere: the orders were that not less than -200 <i>versts</i> were to be covered every twenty-four hours. -That would have been tolerable, at any other season; but -it was the beginning of April, and the road was covered -with ice in some places, and with water and mud in others; -and it got worse and worse with each stage of our advance -towards Siberia.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My first adventure happened at Pokróv.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We had lost some hours owing to the ice on the river, -which cut off all communication with the other side. My -guardian was eager to get on, when the post-master at -Pokróv suddenly declared that there were no fresh horses. -My keeper produced his passport, which stated that horses -must be forthcoming all along the road; he was told that -the horses were engaged for the Under-Secretary of the -Home Office. He began, of course, to wrangle and make -<span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span>a noise; and then they both went off together to get horses -from the local peasants.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Getting tired of waiting for their return in the post-master’s -dirty room, I went out at the gate and began to -walk about in front of the house. It was nine months -since I had taken a walk without the presence of a sentry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had been walking half an hour when a man came up -to me; he was wearing uniform without epaulettes and a -blue medal-ribbon. He stared very hard at me, walked -past, turned round at once, and asked me in an insolent -manner:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Is it you who are going to Perm with a police-officer?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes,” I answered, still walking.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Excuse me! excuse me! How does the man dare...?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Whom have I the honour of speaking to?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I am the chief constable of this town,” replied the -stranger, and his voice showed how deeply he felt his own -social importance. “The Under-Secretary may arrive at -any moment, and here, if you please, there are political -prisoners walking about the streets! What an idiot that -policeman is!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“May I trouble you to address your observations to the -man himself?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Address him? I shall arrest him and order him a hundred -lashes, and send you on in charge of someone else.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Without waiting for the end of his speech, I nodded -and walked back quickly to the post-house. Sitting by the -window, I could hear his loud angry voice as he threatened -my keeper, who excused himself but did not seem -seriously alarmed. Presently they came into the room together; -I did not turn round but went on looking out of -the window.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>From their conversation I saw at once that the chief -constable was dying to know all about the circumstances -of my banishment. As I kept up a stubborn silence, the -official began an impersonal address, intended equally for -me and my keeper.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We get no sympathy. What pleasure is it to me, pray, -to quarrel with a policeman or to inconvenience a gentleman -whom I never set eyes on before in my life? But I -have a great responsibility, in my position here. Whatever -happens, I get the blame. If public funds are stolen, they -attack me; if the church catches fire, they attack me; if -there are too many drunk men in the streets, I suffer for -it; if too little whisky is drunk,<a id='r81' /><a href='#f81' class='c016'><sup>[81]</sup></a> I suffer for that too.” -He was pleased with his last remark and went on more -cheerfully: “It is lucky you met me, but you might have -met the Secretary; and if you had walked past him, he -would have said ‘A political prisoner walking about! -Arrest the chief constable!’”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f81'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r81'>81</a>. </span>great revenue was derived by Government from the sale of -spirits.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I got weary at last of his eloquence. I turned to him -and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do your duty by all means, but please spare me your -sermons. From what you say I see that you expected me -to bow to you; but I am not in the habit of bowing to -strangers.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My friend was flabbergasted.</p> - -<p class='c008'>That is the rule all over Russia, as a friend of mine -used to say: whoever gets rude and angry first, always -wins. If you ever allow a Jack in office to raise his voice, -you are lost: when he hears himself shouting, he turns -into a wild beast. But if <i>you</i> begin shouting at his first -rude word, he is certain to be cowed; for he thinks that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span>you mean business and are the sort of person whom it is -unsafe to irritate.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chief constable sent my keeper to enquire about -the horses; then he turned to me and remarked by way -of apology:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I acted in that way chiefly because of the man. You -don’t know what our underlings are like—it is impossible -to pass over the smallest breach of discipline. But I assure -you I know a gentleman when I see him. Might I ask you -what unfortunate incident it was that brings you...”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We were bound to secrecy at the end of the trial.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, in that case ... of course ... I should not -venture...”—and his eyes expressed the torments of -curiosity. He held his tongue, but not for long.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I had a distant cousin, who was imprisoned for about -a year in the fortress of Peter and Paul; he was mixed up -with ... you understand. Excuse me, but I think you -are still angry, and I take it to heart. I am used to army -discipline; I began serving when I was seventeen. I have -a hot temper, but it all passes in a moment. I won’t trouble -your man any further, deuce take him!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My keeper now came in and reported that it would -take an hour to drive in the horses from the fields.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chief constable told him that he was pardoned at -my intercession; then he turned to me and added:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“To show that you are not angry, I do hope you will -come and take pot-luck with me—I live two doors away; -please don’t refuse.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>This turn to our interview seemed to me so amusing -that I went to his house, where I ate his pickled sturgeon -and caviare and drank his brandy and Madeira.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He grew so friendly that he told me all his private -<span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>affairs, including the details of an illness from which his -wife had suffered for seven years. After our meal, with -pride and satisfaction he took a letter from a jar on the -table and let me read a “poem” which his son had written -at school and recited on Speech-day. After these flattering -proofs of confidence, he neatly changed the conversation -and enquired indirectly about my offence; and this time I -gratified his curiosity to some extent.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This man reminded me of a justice’s clerk whom my -friend S. used to speak about. Though his chief had been -changed a dozen times, the clerk never lost his place and -was the real ruler of the district.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“How do you manage to get on with them all?” my -friend asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“All right, thank you; one manages to rub on somehow. -You do sometimes get a gentleman who is very -awkward at first, kicks with fore legs and hind legs, shouts -abuse at you, and threatens to complain at head-quarters -and get you turned out. Well, you know, the likes of us -have to put up with that. One holds one’s tongue and -thinks—‘Oh, he’ll wear himself out in time; he’s only just -getting into harness.’ And so it turns out: once started, -he goes along first-rate.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>On getting near Kazán, we found the Volga in full flood. -The river spread fifteen <i>versts</i> or more beyond its banks, -and we had to travel by water for the whole of the last -stage. It was bad weather, and a number of carts and -other vehicles were detained on the bank, as the ferries -had stopped working.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My keeper went to the man in charge and demanded -<span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>a raft for our use. The man gave it unwillingly; he said -that it was dangerous and we had better wait. But my -keeper was in haste, partly because he was drunk and -partly because he wished to show his power.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My carriage was placed upon a moderate-sized raft -and we started. The weather appeared to improve; and -after half an hour the boatman, who was a Tatar, hoisted -a sail. But suddenly the storm came on again with fresh -violence, and we were carried rapidly downstream. We -caught up some floating timber and struck it so hard that -our rickety raft was nearly wrecked and the water came -over the decking. It was an awkward situation; but the -Tatar managed to steer us into a sandbank.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A barge now hove in sight. We called out to them to -send us their boat, but the bargemen, though they heard -us, went past and gave us no assistance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A peasant, who had his wife with him in a small boat, -rowed up to us and asked what was the matter. “What -of that?” he said. “Stop the leak, say a prayer, and start -off. There’s nothing to worry about; but you’re a Tatar, -and that’s why you’re so helpless.” Then he waded over -to our raft.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Tatar was really very much alarmed. In the first -place, my keeper, who was asleep when the water came -on board and wet him, sprang to his feet and began to -beat the Tatar. In the second place, the raft was Government -property and the Tatar kept saying, “If it goes to -the bottom, I shall catch it!” I tried to comfort him by -saying that in that case he would go to the bottom too.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But, if I’m <i>not</i> drowned, <i>bátyushka</i>, what then?” -was his reply.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The peasant and some labourers stuffed up the leak in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span>the raft and nailed a board over it with their axe-heads; -then, up to the waist in the water, they dragged the raft off -the sandbank, and we soon reached the channel of the -Volga. The current ran furiously. Wind, rain, and snow -lashed our faces, and the cold pierced to our bones; but -soon the statue of Ivan the Terrible began to loom out -from behind the fog and torrents of rain. It seemed that -the danger was past; but suddenly the Tatar called out -in a piteous voice, “It’s leaking, it’s leaking!”—and the -water did in fact come rushing in at the old leak. We were -right in the centre of the stream, but the raft began to -move slower and slower, and the time seemed at hand -when it would sink altogether. The Tatar took off his cap -and began to pray; my servant shed tears and said a final -good-bye to his mother at home; but my keeper used bad -language and vowed he would beat them both when we -landed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I too felt uneasy at first, partly owing to the wind and -rain, which added an element of confusion and disorder -to the danger. But then it seemed to me absurd that I -should meet my death before I had done anything; the -spirit of the conqueror’s question—<i>quid timeas? Caesarem -vehis!</i>—asserted itself;<a id='r82' /><a href='#f82' class='c016'><sup>[82]</sup></a> and I waited calmly for the end, -convinced that I should not end my life there, between -Uslon and Kazán. Later life saps such proud confidence -and makes a man suffer for it; and that is why youth is -bold and heroic, while a man in years is cautious and -seldom carried away.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f82'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r82'>82</a>. </span>The story of Caesar’s rebuke to the boatman is told by -Plutarch in his <i>Life of Caesar</i>, chap. 38.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>A quarter of an hour later we landed, drenched and -frozen, near the walls of the Kremlin of Kazán. At the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span>nearest public-house I got a glass of spirits and a hard-boiled -egg, and then went off to the post-house.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In villages and small towns, the post-master keeps a -room for the accommodation of travellers; but in the -large towns, where everybody goes to the hotels, there is -no such provision. I was taken into the office, and the -post-master showed me his own room. It was occupied by -women and children and an old bedridden man; there was -positively not a corner where I could change my clothes. -I wrote a letter to the officer in command of the Kazán -police, asking him to arrange that I should have some -place where I could warm myself and dry my clothes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My messenger returned in an hour’s time and reported -that Count Apraxin would grant my request. I waited -two hours more, but no one came, and I despatched my -messenger again. He brought this answer—that the -colonel who had received Apraxin’s order was playing -whist at the club, and that nothing could be done for me -till next day.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was positive cruelty, and I wrote a second letter -to Apraxin. I asked him to send me on at once and said -I hoped to find better quarters after the next stage of my -journey. But my letter was not delivered, because the -Count had gone to bed. I could do no more. I took off -my wet clothes in the office; then I wrapped myself up -in a soldier’s overcoat and lay down on the table; a thick -book, covered with some of my linen, served me as a -pillow. I sent out for some breakfast in the morning. By -that time the clerks were arriving, and the door-keeper -pointed out to me that a public office was an unsuitable -<span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span>place to breakfast in; it made no difference to him personally, -but the post-master might disapprove of my proceedings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I laughed and said that a captive was secure against -eviction and was bound to eat and drink in his place of -confinement, wherever it might be.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Next morning Count Apraxin gave me leave to stay -three days at Kazán and to put up at a hotel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For those three days I wandered about the city, attended -everywhere by my keeper. The veiled faces of the -Tatar women, the high cheekbones of their husbands, -the mosques of true believers standing side by side with -the churches of the Orthodox faith—it all reminds one of -Asia and the East. At Vladímir or Nizhni the neighbourhood -of Moscow is felt; but one feels far from Moscow -at Kazán.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When I reached Perm, I was taken straight to the Governor’s -house. There was a great gathering there; for -it was his daughter’s wedding-day; the bridegroom was -an officer in the Army. The Governor insisted that I should -come in. So I made my bow to the <i>beau monde</i> of Perm, -covered with mud and dust, and wearing a shabby, stained -coat. The Governor talked a great deal of nonsense; he -told me to keep clear of the Polish exiles in the town and -to call again in the course of a few days, when he would -provide me with some occupation in the public offices.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor of Perm was a Little Russian; he was -not hard upon the exiles and behaved reasonably in other -respects. Like a mole which adds grain to grain in some -underground repository, so he kept putting by a trifle for -a rainy day, without anyone being the wiser.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>From some dim idea of keeping a check over us, he ordered -that all the exiles residing at Perm should report -themselves at his house, at ten every Saturday morning. -He came in smoking his pipe and ascertained, by means -of a list which he carried, whether all were present; if -anyone was missing, he sent to enquire the reason; he -hardly ever spoke to anyone before dismissing us. Thus -I made the acquaintance in his drawing-room of all the -Poles whom he had told me I was to avoid.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The day after I reached Perm, my keeper departed, -and I was at liberty for the first time since my arrest—at -liberty, in a little town on the Siberian frontier, with -no experience of life and no comprehension of the sphere -in which I was now forced to live.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From the nursery I had passed straight to the lecture-room, -and from the lecture-room to a small circle of -friends, an intimate world of theories and dreams, without -contact with practical life; then came prison, with -its opportunities for reflexion; and contact with life was -only beginning now and here, by the ridge of the Ural -Mountains.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Practical life made itself felt at once: the day after my -arrival I went to look for lodgings with the porter at the -Governor’s office; he took me to a large one-storeyed -house; and, though I explained that I wanted a small -house, or, better still, part of a house, he insisted that I -should go in.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The lady who owned the house made me sit on the sofa. -Hearing that I came from Moscow, she asked if I had -seen M. Kabrit there. I replied that I had never in my -life heard a name like it.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span>“Come, come!” said the old lady; “I mean M. Kabrit,” -and she gave his Christian name and patronymic. “You -don’t say, <i>bátyushka</i>, that you don’t know him! He is our -Vice-Governor!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I spent nine months in prison,” I said smiling, -“and perhaps that accounts for my not hearing of him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It may be so. And so you want to hire the little house, -<i>bátyushka</i>?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It’s a big house, much too big; I said so to the man -who brought me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Too much of this world’s goods are no burden to the -back.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“True; but you will ask a large rent for your large -house.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who told you, young man, about my prices? I’ve not -opened my mouth yet.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, but I know you can’t ask little for a house like -this.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“How much do you offer?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>In order to have done with her, I said that I would -not pay more than 350 <i>roubles</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And glad I am to get it, my lad! Just drink a glass of -Canary, and go and have your boxes moved in here.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The rent seemed to me fabulously low, and I took the -house. I was just going when she stopped me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I forgot to ask you one thing—do you mean to keep -a cow?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Good heavens! No!” I answered, deeply insulted by -such a question.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Very well; then I will supply you with cream.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I went home, thinking with horror that I had reached -a place where I was thought capable of keeping a cow!</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>Before I had time to look about me, the Governor informed -me that I was transferred to Vyatka: another exile -who was destined for Vyatka had asked to be transferred -to Perm, where some of his relations lived. The Governor -wished me to start next day. But that was impossible; as -I expected to stay some time at Perm, I had bought -a quantity of things and must sell them, even at a loss of -50 per cent. After several evasive answers, the Governor -allowed me to stay for forty-eight hours longer, but he -made me promise not to seek an opportunity of meeting -the exile from Vyatka.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was preparing to sell my horse and a variety of rubbish, -when the inspector of police appeared with an order -that I was to leave in twenty-four hours. I explained to -him that the Governor had granted me an extension, but -he actually produced a written order, requiring him to -see me off within twenty-four hours; and this order had -been signed by the Governor after his conversation with -me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I can explain it,” said the inspector; “the great man -wishes to shuffle off the responsibility on me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Let us go and confront him with his signature,” I said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“By all means,” said the inspector.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor said that he had forgotten his promise -to me, and the inspector slyly asked if the order had not -better be rewritten. “Is it worth the trouble?” asked the -Governor, with an air of indifference.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We had him there,” said the inspector to me, rubbing -his hands with satisfaction. “What a mean shabby fellow -he is!”</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>This inspector belonged to a distinct class of officials, -who are half soldiers and half civilians. They are men -who, while serving in the Army, have been lucky enough -to run upon a bayonet or stop a bullet, and have therefore -been rewarded with positions in the police service. -Military life has given them an air of frankness; they -have learned some phrases about the point of honour and -some terms of ridicule for humble civilians. The youngest -of them have read Marlinski and Zagóskin,<a id='r83' /><a href='#f83' class='c016'><sup>[83]</sup></a> and can -repeat the beginning of <i>The Prisoner of the Caucasus</i>,<a id='r84' /><a href='#f84' class='c016'><sup>[84]</sup></a> -and they like to quote the verses they know. For instance, -whenever they find a friend smoking, they invariably say:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c022'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“The amber smoked between his teeth.”<a id='r85' /><a href='#f85' class='c016'><sup>[85]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote c000' id='f83'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r83'>83</a>. </span>Popular novelists of the “patriotic” school, now forgotten.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f84'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r84'>84</a>. </span>A poem by Púshkin.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f85'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r85'>85</a>. </span><i>The Fountain of Bakhchisarai</i>, I. 2.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>They are one and all deeply convinced, and let you -know their conviction with emphasis, that their position is -far below their merits, and that poverty alone keeps them -down; but for their wounds and want of money, they -would have been generals-in-waiting or commanders of -army-corps. Each of them can point to some comrade-in-arms -who has risen to the top of the tree. “You see what -Kreutz is now,” he says; “well, we two were gazetted -together on the same day and lived in barracks like -brothers, on the most familiar terms. But I’m not a German, -and I had no kind of interest; so here I sit, a mere -policeman. But you understand that such a position is -distasteful to anyone with the feelings of a gentleman.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their wives are even more discontented. These poor -<span class='pageno' id='Page_279'>279</span>sufferers travel to Moscow once a year, where their real -business is to deposit their little savings in the bank, -though they pretend that a sick mother or aunt wishes to -see them for the last time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And so this life goes on for fifteen years. The husband, -railing at fortune, flogs his men and uses his fists to the -shopkeepers, curries favour with the Governor, helps -thieves to get off, steals State papers, and repeats verses -from <i>The Fountain of Bakhchisarai</i>.<a id='r86' /><a href='#f86' class='c016'><sup>[86]</sup></a> The wife, railing -at fortune and provincial life, takes all she can lay her -hands on, robs petitioners, cheats tradesmen, and has -a sentimental weakness for moonlight nights.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f86'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r86'>86</a>. </span>Another of Púshkin’s early works.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I have described this type at length, because I was taken -in by these good people at first, and really thought them -superior to others of their class; but I was quite wrong.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I took with me from Perm one personal recollection -which I value.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At one of the Governor’s Saturday reviews of the exiles, -a Roman Catholic priest invited me to his house. I went -there and found several Poles. One of them sat there, -smoking a short pipe and never speaking; misery, hopeless -misery, was visible in every feature. His figure was -clumsy and even crooked; his face was of that irregular -Polish-Lithuanian type which surprises you at first and -becomes attractive later: the greatest of all Poles, Thaddei -Kosciusko,<a id='r87' /><a href='#f87' class='c016'><sup>[87]</sup></a> had that kind of face. The man’s name was -Tsichanovitch, and his dress showed that he was terribly -poor.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f87'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r87'>87</a>. </span>The famous Polish general and patriot (1746-1817).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_280'>280</span>Some days later, I was walking along the avenue which -bounds Perm in one direction. It was late in May; the -young leaves of the trees were opening, and the birches -were in flower—there were no trees but birches, I think, -on both sides of the avenue—but not a soul was to be -seen. People in the provinces have no taste for <i>Platonic</i> -perambulations. After strolling about for a long time; at -last I saw a figure in a field by the side of the avenue: he -was botanising, or simply picking flowers, which are not -abundant or varied in that part of the world. When he -raised his head, I recognised Tsichanovitch and went up -to him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He had originally been banished to Verchoturye, one of -the remotest towns in the Government of Perm, hidden -away in the Ural Mountains, buried in snow, and so far -from all roads that communication with it was almost -impossible in winter. Life there is certainly worse than -at Omsk or Krasnoyarsk. In his complete solitude there, -Tsichanovitch took to botany and collected the meagre -flora of the Ural Mountains. He got permission later to -move to Perm, and to him this was a change for the better: -he could hear once more his own language spoken -and meet his companions in misfortune. His wife, who -had remained behind in Lithuania, wrote that she intended -to join him, <i>walking from the Government of Vilna</i>. He -was expecting her.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I was transferred so suddenly to Vyatka, I went -to say good-bye to Tsichanovitch. The small room in -which he lived was almost bare—there was a table and one -chair, and a little old portmanteau standing on end near -the meagre bed; and that was all the furniture. My cell in -the Krutitski barracks came back to me at once.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span>He was sorry to hear of my departure, but he was so -accustomed to privations that he soon smiled almost -brightly as he said, “That’s why I love Nature; of her -you can never be deprived, wherever you are.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Wishing to leave him some token of remembrance, I -took off a small sleeve-link and asked him to accept it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Your sleeve-link is too fine for my shirt,” he said; -“but I shall keep it as long as I live and wear it in my -coffin.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>After a little thought, he began to rummage hastily in -his portmanteau. He took from a small bag a wrought-iron -chain with a peculiar pattern, wrenched off some of -the links, and gave them to me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have a great value for this chain,” he said; “it is -connected with the most sacred recollections of my life, -and I won’t give it all to you; but take these links. I -little thought that I should ever give them to a Russian, -an exile like myself.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I embraced him and said good-bye.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“When do you start?” he asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“To-morrow morning; but don’t come: when I go back, -I shall find a policeman at my lodgings, who will never -leave me for a moment.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Very well. I wish you a good journey and better fortune -than mine.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>By nine o’clock next morning the inspector appeared -at my house, to hasten my departure. My new keeper, a -much tamer creature than his predecessor, and openly -rejoicing at the prospect of drinking freely during the 350 -<i>versts</i> of our journey, was doing something to the carriage. -All was ready. I happened to look into the street and saw -Tsichanovitch walking past. I ran to the window.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span>“Thank God!” he said. “This is the fourth time I have -walked past, hoping to hail you, if only from a distance; -but you never saw me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>My eyes were full of tears as I thanked him: I was -deeply touched by this proof of tender womanly attachment. -But this was the only reason why I was sorry to -leave Perm.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>On the second day of our journey, heavy rain began at -dawn and went on all day without stopping, as it often -does in wooded country; at two o’clock we came to a -miserable village of natives. There was no post-house; the -native Votyaks, who could neither read nor write, opened -my passport and ascertained whether there were two seals -or one, shouted out “All right!” and harnessed the fresh -horses. A Russian post-master would have kept us twice -as long. On getting near this village, I had proposed to -my keeper that we should rest there two hours: I wished -to get dry and warm and have something to eat. But -when I entered the smoky, stifling hut and found that no -food was procurable, and that there was not even a public-house -within five <i>versts</i>, I repented of my purpose and -intended to go on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While I was still hesitating, a soldier came in and -brought me an invitation to drink a cup of tea from an -officer on detachment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“With all my heart. Where is your officer?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“In a hut close by, Your Honour”—and the soldier -made a left turn and disappeared. I followed him.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_283'>283</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER VII</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>Vyatka—The Office and Dinner-table of His Excellency—Tufáyev.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>WHEN I called on the Governor of Vyatka, -he sent a message that I was to call again -at ten next morning.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I returned, I found four men in the drawing-room, -the inspectors of the town and country police, and -two office clerks. They were all standing up, talking in -whispers, and looking uneasily at the door. The door -opened, and an elderly man of middle height and broad-shouldered -entered the room. The set of his head was like -that of a bulldog, and the large jaws with a kind of carnivorous -grin increased the canine resemblance; the senile -and yet animal expression of the features, the small, restless -grey eyes, and thin lank hair made an impression -which was repulsive beyond belief.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He began by roughly reproving the country inspector -for the state of a road by which His Excellency had -travelled on the previous day. The inspector stood with -his head bent, in sign of respect and submission, and said -from time to time, like servants in former days, “Very -good, Your Excellency.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_284'>284</span>Having done with the inspector he turned to me. With -an insolent look he said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I think you have taken your degree at Moscow University?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Did you enter the public service afterwards?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I was employed in the Kremlin offices.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Ha! Ha! Much they do there! Not too busy there to -attend parties and sing songs, eh?” Then he called out, -“Alenitsin!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A young man of consumptive appearance came in. -“Hark ye, my friend. Here is a graduate of Moscow University -who probably knows everything except the business -of administration, and His Majesty desires that we -should teach it to him. Give him occupation in your office, -and let me have special reports about him. You, Sir, will -come to the office at nine to-morrow morning. You can go -now. By the way, I forgot to ask how you write.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was puzzled at first. “I mean your handwriting,” he -added.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said I had none of my own writing on me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Bring paper and a pen,” and Alenitsin handed me a -pen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What shall I write?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What you please,” said the clerk; “write, <i>Upon investigation -it turned out.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor looked at the writing and said with a -sarcastic smile, “Well, we shan’t ask you to correspond -with the Tsar.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>While I was still at Perm, I had heard much about -<span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span>Tufáyev, but the reality far surpassed all my expectations.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There is no person or thing too monstrous for the conditions -of Russian life to produce.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was born at Tobolsk. His father was, I believe, an -exile and belonged to the lowest and poorest class of free -Russians. At thirteen he joined a band of strolling players, -who wandered from fair to fair, dancing on the tight rope, -turning somersaults, and so on. With them he went all -the way from Tobolsk to the Polish provinces, making -mirth for the lieges. He was arrested there on some charge -unknown to me, and then, because he had no passport, -sent back on foot to Tobolsk as a vagabond, together with -a gang of convicts. His mother was now a widow and -living in extreme poverty; he rebuilt the stove in her -house with his own hands, when it came to pieces. He -had to seek a trade of some kind; the boy learned to read -and write and got employment as a clerk in the town -office. Naturally quick-witted, he had profited by the -variety of his experience; he had learned much from the -troupe of acrobats, and as much from the gang of convicts -in whose company he had tramped from one end of Russia -to the other. He soon became a sharp man of business.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the beginning of Alexander’s reign a Government Inspector -was sent to Tobolsk, and Tufáyev was recommended -to him as a competent clerk. He did his work so -well that the Inspector offered to take him back to Petersburg. -Hitherto, as he said himself, his ambition had not -aspired beyond a clerkship in some provincial court; but -now he set a different value on himself, and resolved with -an iron strength of will to climb to the top of the tree.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And he did it. Ten years later we find him acting as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>secretary to the Controller of the Navy, and then chief -of a department in the office of Count Arakchéyev,<a id='r88' /><a href='#f88' class='c016'><sup>[88]</sup></a> -which governed the whole Empire. When Paris was occupied -by the Allied Armies in 1815, the Count took his -secretary there with him. During the whole time of the -occupation, Tufáyev literally never saw a single street -in Paris; he sat all day and all night in the office, drawing -up or copying documents.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f88'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r88'>88</a>. </span>Arakchéyev (1769-1835) was Minister and favourite of Emperor -Alexander I; he has been called “the assassin of the Russian people.”</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Arakchéyev’s office was like those copper-mines where -the workmen are kept only for a few months, because, -if they stay longer, they die. In this manufactory of edicts -and ordinances, mandates and instructions, even Tufáyev -grew tired at last and asked for an easier place. He was -of course, a man after Arakchéyev’s own heart—a man -without pretensions or distractions or opinions of his -own, conventionally honest, eaten up by ambition, and -ranking obedience as the highest of human virtues. Arakchéyev -rewarded him with the place of a Vice-Governor, -and a few years later made him Governor of Perm. The -province, which Tufáyev had passed through as acrobat -and convict, first dancing on a rope and then bound by -a rope, now lay at his feet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A Governor’s power increases by arithmetical progression -with the distance from Petersburg, but increases by -geometrical progression in provinces like Perm or Vyatka -or Siberia, where there is no resident nobility. That was -just the kind of province that Tufáyev needed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was a Persian satrap, with this difference—that he -was active, restless, always busy and interfering in everything. -He would have been a savage agent of the French -<span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>Convention in 1794, something in the way of Carrier.<a id='r89' /><a href='#f89' class='c016'><sup>[89]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f89'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r89'>89</a>. </span>Infamous for his <i>noyades</i> at Nantes; guillotined in 1794.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Profligate in his life, naturally coarse, impatient of all -opposition, his influence was extremely harmful. He did -not take bribes; and yet, as appeared after his death, he -amassed a considerable fortune. He was strict with his -subordinates and punished severely those whom he detected -in dishonesty; but they stole more under his rule -than ever before or since. He carried the misuse of influence -to an extraordinary pitch; for instance, when -despatching an official to hold an enquiry, he would say, -if he had a personal interest in the matter, “You will probably -find out so-and-so to be the case,” and woe to the -official if he did not find out what the Governor foretold.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Perm, when I was there, was still full of Tufáyev’s -glory, and his partisans were hostile to his successor, who, -as a matter of course, surrounded himself with supporters -of his own.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But on the other hand, there were people at Perm who -hated him. One of these was Chebotarev, a doctor employed -at one of the factories and a remarkable product -of Russian life. He warned me specially against Tufáyev. -He was a clever and very excitable man, who had made an -unfortunate marriage soon after taking his degree; then -he had drifted to Ekaterinburg<a id='r90' /><a href='#f90' class='c016'><sup>[90]</sup></a> and sank with no experience -into the slough of provincial life. Though his position -here was fairly independent, his career was wrecked, -and his chief employment was to mock at the Government -officials. He jeered at them in their presence and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span>said the most insulting things to their faces. But, as he -spared nobody, nobody felt particular resentment at his -flouts and jeers. His bitter tongue assured him a certain -ascendancy over a society where fixed principles were -rare, and he forced them to submit to the lash which he -was never weary of applying.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f90'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r90'>90</a>. </span>A town in the Ural district, now polluted by a horrible -crime.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I was told beforehand that, though he was a good doctor, -he was crack-brained and excessively rude.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But his way of talking and jesting seemed to me neither -offensive nor trivial; on the contrary, it was full of humour -and concentrated bile. This was the poetry of his life, his -revenge, his cry of resentment and, perhaps, in part, of -despair also. Both as a student of human nature and as -a physician, he had placed these officials under his microscope; -he knew all their petty hidden vices; and, encouraged -by their dulness and cowardice, he observed no -limits in his way of addressing them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He constantly repeated the same phrase—“It does not -matter twopence,” or “It won’t cost you twopence.” I -once laughed at him for this, and he said: “What are -you surprised at? The object of all speech is to persuade, -and I only add to my statements the strongest proof that -exists in the world. Once convince a man that it won’t -cost him twopence to kill his own father and he’ll kill -him sure enough.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was always willing to lend moderate sums, as much -as a hundred or two hundred <i>roubles</i>. Whenever he was -appealed to for a loan, he pulled out his pocket-book and -asked for a date by which the money would be repaid.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now,” he said, “I will bet a <i>rouble</i> that you will not -pay the money on that day.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>“My dear Sir, who do you take me for?” the borrower -would say.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“My opinion of you does not matter twopence,” was -the reply; “but the fact is that I have kept an account -for six years, and not a single debtor has ever paid me -on the day, and very few after it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the time had expired, the doctor asked with a -grave face for the payment of his bet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A rich merchant at Perm had a travelling carriage for -sale. The doctor called on him and delivered the following -speech all in a breath. “You are selling a carriage, -I need one. Because you are rich and a millionaire, everyone -respects you, and I have come to testify my respect -for the same reason. Owing to your wealth, it does not -matter twopence to you whether you sell the carriage -or not; but I need it, and I am poor. You will want to -squeeze me and take advantage of my necessity; therefore -you will ask 1,500 <i>roubles</i> for it. I shall offer 700 -<i>roubles</i>; I shall come every day to haggle over the -price, and after a week you will let me have it for 750 -or 800. Might we not as well begin at once at that point? -I am prepared to pay that sum.” The merchant was so -astonished that he let the doctor have the carriage at his -own figure.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But there was no end to the stories of Chebotarev’s -eccentricity. I shall add two more.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I was present once when a lady, a rather clever and -cultivated woman, asked him if he believed in mesmerism. -“What do you mean by mesmerism?” he asked. The lady -talked the usual nonsense in reply. “It does not matter -<span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span>twopence to you,” he said, “to know whether I believe in -mesmerism or not; but if you like, I will tell you what I -have seen in that way.” “Please do.” “Yes; but you must -listen attentively,” and then he began to describe some -experiments made by a friend of his, a doctor at Khárkov; -his description was very lively, clever, and interesting.</p> - -<p class='c008'>While he was talking, a servant brought in some refreshments -on a tray, and was leaving the room when the -lady said, “You have forgotten the mustard.” Chebotarev -stopped dead. “Go on, go on,” said the lady, a little -frightened already. “I’m listening to you.” “Pray, Madam, -has he remembered the salt?” “I see you are angry with -me,” said the lady, blushing. “Not in the least, I assure -you. I know that you were listening attentively; but I -also know that no woman, however intelligent she may -be and whatever may be the subject under discussion, -can ever soar higher than the kitchen. How then could -I venture to be angry with you in particular?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Another story about him. Being employed as a doctor -at the factories of a Countess Pollier, he took a fancy to -a boy he saw there, and wished to have him for a servant. -The boy was willing, but the steward said that the consent -of the Countess must first be obtained. The doctor -wrote to her, and she replied that he might have the boy, -on condition of paying down a sum equal to the payments -due to her from the boy during the next five years. The -doctor wrote at once to express his willingness, but he -asked her to answer this question. “As Encke’s comet may -be expected to pass through the orbit of the earth in three -years and a half from now, who will be responsible for -repaying the money I have advanced, in case the comet -drives the earth out of its orbit?”</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>On the day I left for Vyatka, the doctor turned up at -my house early in the morning. He began with this witticism. -“You are like Horace: he sang once and people -have been translating him ever since, and so you are -translated<a id='r91' /><a href='#f91' class='c016'><sup>[91]</sup></a> from place to place for that song you sang.” -Then he pulled out his purse and asked if I needed money -for the journey. I thanked him and declined his offer. -“Why don’t you take it? It won’t cost you twopence.” -“I have money.” “A bad sign,” he said; “the end of the -world is coming.” Then he opened his notebook and made -this entry. “For the first time in fifteen years’ practice -I have met a man who refused money, and that man was -on the eve of departure.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f91'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r91'>91</a>. </span>The same Russian verb means ‘to translate’ and ‘to -transfer.’</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Having had his jest, he sat down on my bed and said -seriously: “That’s a terrible man you are going to. Keep -out of his way as much as ever you can. If he takes a -fancy to you, that says little in your favour; but if he -dislikes you, he will certainly ruin you; what weapon he -will use, false accusation or not, I don’t know, but ruin you -he will; he won’t care twopence.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Thereupon he told me a strange story, which I was able -to verify at a later date by means of papers preserved in -the Home Office at Petersburg.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Tufáyev had a mistress at Perm, the sister of a humble -official named Petrovski. The fact was notorious, and the -brother was laughed at. Wishing therefore to break off -this connexion, he threatened to write to Petersburg and -lay information, and, in short, made such a noise and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span>commotion that the police arrested him one day as insane -and brought him up to be examined before the administration -of the province. The judges and the inspector of -public health—he was an old German, much beloved by -the poor, and I knew him personally—all agreed that -Petrovski was insane.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Chebotarev knew Petrovski and had been his doctor. -He told the inspector that Petrovski was not mad at -all, and urged a fresh examination; otherwise, he would -feel bound to carry the matter further. The administration -raised no difficulties; but unfortunately Petrovski -died in the mad-house before the day fixed for the second -examination, though he was a young man and enjoyed -good health.</p> - -<p class='c008'>News of the affair now reached Petersburg. The sister -was arrested (Tufáyev ought to have been) and a secret -enquiry began. Tufáyev dictated the replies of the witnesses. -He surpassed himself in this business. He devised -a means to stifle it for ever and to save himself from a -second involuntary journey to Siberia. He actually induced -the sister to say that her youth and inexperience -had been taken advantage of by the late Tsar Alexander -when he passed through Perm, and that the quarrel with -her brother dated from that event.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Was her story true? Well, <i>la regina ne aveva molto</i>,<a id='r92' /><a href='#f92' class='c016'><sup>[92]</sup></a> -says the story-teller in Púshkin’s <i>Egyptian Nights</i>.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f92'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r92'>92</a>. </span>The reference in Púshkin is to Cleopatra’s lovers.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Such was the man who now undertook to teach me the -business of administration, a worthy pupil of Arakchéyev, -acrobat, tramp, clerk, secretary, Governor, a tender-hearted, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span>unselfish being, who shut up sane men in mad-houses -and made away with them there.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was entirely at his mercy. He had only to write some -nonsense to the Minister at Petersburg, and I should be -packed off to Irkutsk. Indeed, writing was unnecessary; -he had the right to transfer me to some savage place like -Kai or Tsarevo-Sanchursk, where there were no resources -and no means of communication. He sent one young Pole -to Glazov, because the ladies had the bad taste to prefer -him as a partner in the mazurka to His Excellency. In -this way Prince Dolgorúkov was transferred from Perm -to Verchoturye, a place in the Government of Perm, -buried in mountains and snow-drifts, with as bad a climate -as Beryózov and even less society.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Prince Dolgorúkov belonged to a type which is becoming -rarer with us; he was a sprig of nobility, of the wrong -sort, whose escapades were notorious at Petersburg, Moscow, -and Paris. His whole life was spent in folly; he was -a spoilt, insolent, offensive practical joker, a mixture of -buffoon and fine gentleman. When his pranks exceeded -all bounds, he was banished to Perm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He arrived there with two carriages; the first was occupied -by himself and his dog, a Great Dane, the second by -his French cook and his parrots. The arrival of this -wealthy visitor gave much pleasure, and before long all -the town was rubbing shoulders in his dining-room. He -soon took up with a young lady of Perm; and this young -lady, suspecting that he was unfaithful, turned up unexpectedly -at his house one morning, and found him with -a maid-servant. A scene followed, and at last the faithless -<span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span>lover took his riding-whip down from its peg; when the -lady perceived his intention, she made off; simply attired -in a dressing-gown and nothing else, he made after her, -and caught her up on the small parade-ground where the -troops were exercised. When he had given the jealous lady -a few blows with his whip, he strolled home, quite content -with his performance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But these pleasant little ways brought upon him the -persecution of his former friends, and the authorities -decided to send this madcap of forty on to Verchoturye. -The day before he left, he gave a grand dinner, and all -the local officials, in spite of the strained relations, came -to the feast; for Dolgorúkov had promised them a new -and remarkable pie. The pie was in fact excellent and -vanished with extraordinary rapidity. When nothing but -the crust was left, Dolgorúkov said to his guests with an -air of emotion: “It never can be said that I spared anything -to make our last meeting a success. I had my dog -killed yesterday, to make this pie.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The officials looked first with horror at one another -and then round the room for the Great Dane whom they -all knew perfectly; but he was not there. The Prince -ordered a servant to bring in the mortal remains of his -favourite; the skin was all there was to show; the rest -was in the stomachs of the people of Perm. Half the town -took to their beds in consequence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Dolgorúkov meanwhile, pleased by the success of the -practical joke he had played on his friends, was travelling -in triumph to Verchoturye. To his train he had now added -a third vehicle containing a hen-house and its inhabitants. -At several of the post-houses on his way he carried off -the official registers, mixed them up, and altered the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>figures; the posting-department, who, even with the -registers, found it difficult enough to get the returns right, -almost went mad in consequence.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The oppressive emptiness and dumbness of Russian life, -when misallied to a strong and even violent temperament, -are apt to produce monstrosities of all kinds.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Not only in Dolgorúkov’s pie, but in Suvórov’s crowing -like a cock, in the savage outbursts of Ismailov, in the -semi-voluntary insanity of Mamonov,<a id='r93' /><a href='#f93' class='c016'><sup>[93]</sup></a> and in the wild extravagances -of Tolstoi, nicknamed “The American,” -everywhere I catch a national note which is familiar to us -all, though in most of us it is weakened by education or -turned in some different direction.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f93'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r93'>93</a>. </span>Suvórov, the famous general (1729-1800), was very -eccentric in his personal habits. Ismailov, a rich landowner at the -beginning of the nineteenth century, was infamous for his cruelties. -Mamonov (1758-1803) was one of Catherine’s favourites.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Tolstoi I knew personally, just at the time when he lost -his daughter, Sara, a remarkable girl with a high poetic -gift. He was old then; but one look at his athletic figure, -his flashing eyes, and the grey curls that clustered on his -forehead, was enough to show how great was his natural -strength and activity. But he had developed only stormy -passions and vicious propensities. And this is not surprising: -in Russia all that is vicious is allowed to grow for -long unchecked, while men are sent to a fortress or to -Siberia at the first sign of a humane passion. For twenty -years Tolstoi rioted and gambled, used his fists to mutilate -his enemies, and reduced whole families to beggary, -till at last he was banished to Siberia. He made his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>way through Kamchatka to America and, while there, -obtained permission to return to Russia. The Tsar pardoned -him, and he resumed his old life the very day after -his return. He married a gipsy woman, a famous singer -who belonged to a gipsy tribe at Moscow, and turned his -house into a gambling-hell. His nights were spent at the -card-table, and all his time in excesses; wild scenes of -cupidity and intoxication went on round the cradle of his -daughter. It is said that he once ordered his wife to stand -on the table, and sent a bullet through the heel of her -shoe, in order to prove the accuracy of his aim.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His last exploit very nearly sent him back to Siberia. -He contrived to entrap in his house at Moscow a tradesman -against whom he had an old grudge, bound him -hand and foot, and pulled out one of his teeth. It is -hardly credible that this should have happened only ten -or twelve years ago. The man lodged a complaint. But -Tolstoi bribed the police and the judges, and the victim -was lodged in prison for false witness. It happened that a -well-known man of letters was then serving on the prison -committee and took up the affair, on learning the facts -from the tradesman. Tolstoi was seriously alarmed; it -was clear that he was likely to be condemned. But anything -is possible in Russia. Count Orlóv sent secret instructions -that the affair must be hushed up, to deprive -the lower classes of a direct triumph over the aristocracy, -and he also advised that the man of letters should be removed -from the committee. This is almost more incredible -than the incident of the tooth. But I was in Moscow then -myself and well acquainted with the imprudent man of -letters. But I must go back to Vyatka.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>The office there was incomparably worse than my prison. -The actual work was not hard; but the mephitic atmosphere—the -place was like a second Grotto del Cane<a id='r94' /><a href='#f94' class='c016'><sup>[94]</sup></a>—and -the monstrous and absurd waste of time made the -life unbearable. Alenitsin did not treat me badly. He was -even more polite than I expected; having been educated -at the grammar school of Kazán, he had some respect for -a graduate of Moscow University.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f94'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r94'>94</a>. </span>The grotto near Naples where dogs were held over the -sulphurous vapour till they became insensible.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Twenty clerks were employed in the office. The majority -of them were entirely destitute of either intellectual culture -or moral sense, sons of clerks, who had learned from their -cradles to look upon the public service as a means of livelihood -and the cultivators of the land as the source of -their income. They sold official papers, pocketed small -sums whenever they could get them, broke their word for -a glass of spirits, and stuck at nothing, however base and -ignominious. My own valet stopped playing billiards at -the public rooms, because, as he said, the officials cheated -shamefully and he could not give them a lesson because -of their rank in society.</p> - -<p class='c008'>With these men, whose position alone made them safe -from my servant’s fists, I had to sit every day from nine -till two and again from five till eight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alenitsin was head of the whole office, and the desk -at which I sat had a chief also, not a bad-hearted man, -but drunken and illiterate. There were four other clerks -at my desk; and I had to be on speaking terms with them, -and with all the rest as well. Apart from the fact that -these people would sooner or later have paid me out for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>any airs of exclusiveness, it is simply impossible not to -get to know people in whose company you spend several -hours every day. It must also be remembered how people -in the country hang on to a stranger, especially if he -comes from the capital, and still more if he has been mixed -up in some exciting scandal.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I had tugged at the oar all day in this galley, I -used sometimes to go home quite stupefied and fall on my -sofa, worn out and humiliated, and incapable of any work -or occupation. I heartily regretted my prison cell with its -foul air and black beetles, its locked door and turnkey -behind the lock. There I was free and did what I liked -without interference; there I enjoyed dead silence and -unbroken leisure; I had exchanged these for trivial talk, -dirty companions, low ideas, and coarse feelings. When -I remembered that I must go back there in the afternoon, -and back again to-morrow, I sometimes fell into such fits -of rage and despair that I drank wine and spirits for consolation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nor was that all. One of my desk-fellows would perhaps -look in, for want of something to do; and there he would -sit and chatter till the appointed hour recalled us to the -office.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>After a few months, however, the office life became somewhat -less oppressive.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is not in the Russian character to keep up a steady -system of persecution, unless where personal or avaricious -motives are involved; and this fact is due to our Russian -carelessness and indifference. Those in authority in Russia -are generally unlicked and insolent, and it is very easy, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>when dealing with them, to come in for the rough side of -their tongue; but a war of pin-pricks is not in their way—they -have not the patience for it, perhaps because it brings -in no profit.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the heat of the moment, in order to display their -power or prove their zeal, they are capable of anything, -however absurd and unnecessary; but then by degrees -they cease to trouble you.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I found this to be the case in my office. It so happened -that the Ministry of the Interior had just been seized with -a fit of statistics. Orders were issued that committees -should be appointed all over the country, and information -was required from these committees which could hardly -have been supplied in such countries as Belgium and Switzerland. -There were also ingenious tables of all kinds for -figures, to show a maximum and minimum as well as -averages, and conclusions based on a comparison of ten -years (for nine of which, if you please, no statistics at -all had been recorded); the morality of the inhabitants -and even the weather were to be included in the report. -For the committee and for the collection of facts not a -penny was allotted; the work had to be done from pure -love of statistics; the rural police were to collect the facts -and the Governor’s office to put them in order. The office -was overburdened with work already, and the rural police -preferred to use their fists rather than their brains; both -looked on the statistics committee as a mere superfluity, -an official joke; nevertheless, a report had to be presented, -including tables of figures and conclusions based -thereon.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To all our office the job seemed excessively difficult. -It was, indeed, simply impossible; but to that nobody paid -<span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span>any attention; their sole object was to escape a reprimand. -I promised Alenitsin that I would write the introduction -and first part of the report, with specimen tables, introducing -plenty of eloquent phrases, foreign words, apt -quotations, and impressive conclusions, if he would allow -me to perform this difficult task at my house instead of -at the office. He talked it over with the Governor and gave -permission.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The beginning of the report dealt with the committee’s -activity; and here, as there was nothing to show at present, -I dwelt upon hopes and intentions for the future. This -composition moved Alenitsin to the depth of his heart and -was considered a masterpiece even by the Governor. That -was the end of my labours in the department of statistics, -but I was made chairman of the committee. Thus I was -delivered from the slavery of copying office papers, and -my drunken chief became something like my subordinate. -Alenitsin only asked, from some idea of keeping up appearances, -that I should just look in every day at the -office.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To show how utterly impossible it was to draw up -serious tables, I shall quote some information received -from the town of Kai. There were many absurdities, and -this was one.</p> - -<table class='table2' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='87%' /> -<col width='12%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c024'>Persons drowned,</td> - <td class='c012'>2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c024'>Causes of drowning unknown,</td> - <td class='c012'>2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c024'> </td> - <td class='c012'>═══</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c024'>Total</td> - <td class='c012'>4</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p class='c008'>Under the heading “Extraordinary Events” the following -tragedy was chronicled: “So-and-so, having injured his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>brain with spirituous liquors, hanged himself.” Under the -heading “Morality of the Inhabitants” this was entered: -“No Jews were found in the town of Kai.” There was a -question whether any funds had been allotted to the building -of a church, or exchange, or hospital. The answer was: -“Money allotted to the building of an exchange was not -allotted.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Statistics saved me from office work, but they had one -bad result—they brought me into personal relations with -the Governor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a time when I hated this man, but that time -has long passed away, and the man has passed away himself—he -died about 1845 near Kazán, where he had an -estate. I think of him now without anger; I regard him -as a strange beast encountered in some primeval forest, -which deserves study, but, just because it is a beast, cannot -excite anger. But then it was impossible not to fight -him; any decent man must have done so. He might have -damaged me seriously, but accident preserved me; and to -resent the harm which he failed to do me would be absurd -and pitiable.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor was separated from his wife, and the -wife of his cook occupied her place. The cook was banished -from the town, his only guilt being his marriage; -and the cook’s wife, by an arrangement whose awkwardness -seemed intentional, was concealed in the back part -of the Governor’s residence. Though she was not formally -recognised, yet the cook’s wife had a little court, -formed out of those officials who were especially devoted -to the Governor—in other words, those whose conduct -could least stand investigation; and their wives and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span>daughters, though rather bashful about it, paid her stolen -visits after dark. This lady possessed the tact which distinguished -one of her most famous male predecessors—Catherine’s -favourite, Potemkin. Knowing her consort’s -way and anxious not to lose her place, she herself procured -for him rivals from whom she had nothing to fear. -Grateful for this indulgence, he repaid her with his affection, -and the pair lived together in harmony.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor spent the whole morning working in his -office. The poetry of his life began at three o’clock. He -loved his dinner, and he liked to have company while -eating. Twelve covers were laid every day; if the party -was less than six, he was annoyed; if it fell to two, he was -distressed; and if he had no guest, he was almost desperate -and went off to the apartments of his Dulcinea, to -dine there. It is not a difficult business to get people together, -in order to feed them to excess; but his official -position, and the fear his subordinates felt for him, prevented -them from availing themselves freely of his hospitality, -and him from turning his house into an inn. He -had therefore to content himself with heads of departments—though -with half of them he was on bad terms—occasional -strangers, rich merchants, spirit-distillers, and -“curiosities.” These last may be compared with the -<i>capacités</i>, who were to be introduced into the Chamber -of Deputies under Louis Philippe. I need hardly say that -I was a “curiosity” of the first water at Vyatka.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>People banished for their opinions to remote parts of -Russia are a little feared but by no means confounded -with ordinary mortals. For the provincial mind “dangerous people” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span>have that kind of attraction which notorious -Don Juans have for women, and notorious courtesans for -men. The officials of Petersburg and grandees of Moscow -are much more shy of “dangerous” people than the dwellers -in the provinces and especially in Siberia.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The exiled Decembrists were immensely respected. -Yushnevski’s widow was treated as a lady of the first consequence -in Siberia; the official figures of the Siberian -census were corrected by means of statistics supplied by -the exiles; and Minich, in his prison, managed the affairs -of the province of Tobolsk, the Governors themselves resorting -to him for advice in matters of importance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The common people are even more friendly to the exiles; -they always take the side of men who have been -punished. Near the Siberian frontier, the word “exile” -disappears, and the word “unfortunate” is used instead. In -the eyes of the Russian people, the sentence of a court -leaves no stain. In the Government of Perm, the peasants -along the road to Tobolsk often put out <i>kvass</i> or milk and -bread on the window-sill, for the use of some “unfortunate” -who may be trying to escape from Siberia.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§14</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In this place I may say something about the Polish exiles. -There are some as far west as Nizhni, and after Kazán -the number rapidly increases; there were forty of them at -Perm and at least as many at Vyatka; and each of the -smaller towns contained a few.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They kept entirely apart and avoided all communication -with the Russian inhabitants; among themselves they -lived like brothers, and the rich shared their wealth with -the poor.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span>I never noticed any special hatred or any liking for -them on the part of the Russians. They were simply considered -as outsiders; and hardly any of the Poles knew -Russian.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I remember one of the exiles who got permission in -1837 to return to his estates in Lithuania. He was a tough -old cavalry officer who had served under Poniatovski in -several of Napoleon’s campaigns. The day before he left, -he invited some Poles to dinner, and me as well. After -dinner he came up to me with his glass in his hand, embraced -me, and said with a soldier’s frankness, “Oh, why -are you a Russian?” I made no answer, but his question -made a strong impression on me. I realised that it was -impossible for the present generation to give freedom to -Poland. But, since Konarsky’s<a id='r95' /><a href='#f95' class='c016'><sup>[95]</sup></a> time, Poles have begun to -think quite differently of Russians.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f95'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r95'>95</a>. </span>A Polish revolutionary; born in 1808, he was shot in -February, 1839.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>In general, the exiled Poles are not badly treated; but -those of them who have no means of their own are shockingly -ill off. Such men receive from Government fifteen -<i>roubles</i> a month, to pay for lodgings, clothing, food, and -fuel. In the larger towns, such as Kazán or Tobolsk, they -can eke out a living by giving lessons or concerts, by playing -at balls or painting portraits or teaching children to -dance; but at Perm and Vyatka even these resources did -not exist. In spite of that, they never asked Russians for -assistance in any form.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§15</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The Governor’s invitations to dine on the luxuries of -Siberia were a real infliction to me. His dining-room was -merely the office over again, in a different shape, cleaner -<span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>indeed, but more objectionable, because there was not the -same appearance of compulsion about it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He knew his guests thoroughly and despised them. -Sometimes he showed his claws, but he generally treated -them as a man treats his dogs, either with excessive familiarity -or with a roughness beyond all bounds. But all the -same he continued to invite them, and they came in a -flutter of joy, prostrating themselves before him, currying -favour by tales against others, all smiles and bows -and complaisance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I blushed for them and felt ashamed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our intimacy did not last long: the Governor soon perceived -that I was unfit to move in the highest circles of -Vyatka.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After three months he was dissatisfied with me, and -after six months he hated me. I ceased to attend his dinners, -and never even called at his house. As we shall see -later, it was a visit to Vyatka from the Crown Prince<a id='r96' /><a href='#f96' class='c016'><sup>[96]</sup></a> -that saved me from his persecution.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f96'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r96'>96</a>. </span>Afterwards Alexander II.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>In this connexion it is necessary to add that I did -nothing whatever to deserve either his attentions and invitations -at first, or his anger and ill-usage afterwards. He -could not endure in me an attitude which, though not at -all rude, was independent; my behaviour was perfectly -correct, but he demanded servility.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was greedily jealous of the power which he had -worked hard to gain, and he sought not merely obedience -but the appearance of unquestioning subordination. -Unfortunately, in this respect he was a true Russian.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The gentleman says to his servant: “Hold your tongue! -I will not allow you to answer me back.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>The head of an office says to any subordinate who -ventures on a protest: “You forget yourself. Do you know -to whom you are speaking?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Tufáyev cherished a secret but intense hatred for everything -aristocratic, and it was the result of bitter experience. -For him the penal servitude of Arakchéyev’s office -was a harbour of refuge and freedom, such as he had -never enjoyed before. In earlier days his employers, when -they gave him small jobs to do, never offered him a chair; -when he served in the Controller’s office, he was treated -with military roughness by the soldiers and once horse-whipped -by a colonel in the streets of Vilna. The clerk -stored all this up in his heart and brooded over it; and -now he was Governor, and it was his turn to play the -tyrant, to keep a man standing, to address people familiarly, -to speak unnecessarily loudly, and at times to commit -long-descended nobles for trial.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From Perm he was promoted to Tver. But the nobles, -however deferential and subservient, could not stand -Tufáyev. They petitioned for his removal, and he was -sent to Vyatka.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There he was in his element once more. Officials and -distillers, factory-owners and officials,—what more could -the heart of man desire? Everyone trembled before him -and got up when he approached; everyone gave him dinners, -offered him wine, and sought to anticipate his wishes; -at every wedding or birthday party the first toast proposed -was “His Excellency the Governor!”</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER VIII</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>Officials—Siberian Governors—A Bird of Prey—A Gentle -Judge—An Inspector Roasted—The Tatar—A Boy of the -Female Sex—The Potato Revolt—Russian Justice.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>ONE of the saddest consequences of the revolution -effected by Peter the Great is the development -of the official class in Russia. These <i>chinóvniks</i> -are an artificial, ill-educated, and hungry class, -incapable of anything except office-work, and ignorant of -everything except official papers. They form a kind of lay -clergy, officiating in the law-courts and police-offices, and -sucking the blood of the nation with thousands of dirty, -greedy mouths.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gógol raised one side of the curtain and showed us the -Russian <i>chinóvnik</i> in his true colours;<a id='r97' /><a href='#f97' class='c016'><sup>[97]</sup></a> but Gógol, without -meaning to, makes us resigned by making us laugh, -and his immense comic power tends to suppress resentment. -Besides, fettered as he was by the censorship, he -could barely touch on the sorrowful side of that unclean -subterranean region in which the destinies of the ill-starred -Russian people are hammered and shaped.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f97'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r97'>97</a>. </span>Gógol’s play, <i>The Revisor</i>, is a satire on the -Russian bureaucracy.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>There, in those grimy offices which we walk through -<span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>as fast as we can, men in shabby coats sit and write; first -they write a rough draft and then copy it out on stamped -paper—and individuals, families, whole villages are injured, -terrified, and ruined. The father is banished to a -distance, the mother is sent to prison, the son to the Army; -it all comes upon them as suddenly as a clap of thunder, -and in most cases it is undeserved. The object of it all is -money. Pay up! If you don’t, an inquest will be held on -the body of some drunkard who has been frozen in the -snow. A collection is made for the village authorities; the -peasants contribute their last penny. Then there are the -police and law-officers—they must live somehow, and -one has a wife to maintain and another a family to educate, -and they are all model husbands and fathers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This official class is sovereign in the north-eastern Governments -of Russia and in Siberia. It has spread and -flourished there without hindrance and without pause; in -that remote region where all share in the profits, theft is -the order of the day. The Tsar himself is powerless against -these entrenchments, buried under snow and constructed -out of sticky mud. All measures of the central Government -are emasculated before they get there, and all its -purposes are distorted: it is deceived and cheated, betrayed -and sold, and all the time an appearance of servile -fidelity is kept up, and official procedure is punctually -observed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Speranski<a id='r98' /><a href='#f98' class='c016'><sup>[98]</sup></a> tried to lighten the burdens of the people -by introducing into all the offices in Siberia the principle -of divided control. But it makes little difference whether -the stealing is done by individuals or gangs of robbers. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span>He discharged hundreds of old thieves, and took on hundreds -of new ones. The rural police were so terrified at -first that they actually paid blackmail to the peasants. -But a few years passed, and the officials were making as -much money as ever, in spite of the new conditions.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f98'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r98'>98</a>. </span>Michail Speranski (1772-1839), minister under Alexander -I, was Governor of Siberia in 1819.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>A second eccentric Governor, General Velyaminov, tried -again. For two years he struggled hard at Tobolsk to root -out the malpractices; and then, conscious of failure, he -gave it all up and ceased to attend to business at all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Others, more prudent than he, never tried the experiment: -they made money themselves and let others do the -same.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I shall root out bribery,” said Senyavin, the Governor -of Moscow, to a grey-bearded old peasant who had entered -a complaint against some crying act of injustice. The old -man smiled.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What are you laughing at?” asked the Governor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I <i>was</i> laughing, <i>bátyushka</i>; you must forgive -me. I was thinking of one of our people, a great strong -fellow, who boasted that he would lift the Great Cannon -at Moscow; and he did try, but the cannon would not -budge.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Senyavin used to tell this story himself. He was one -of those unpractical bureaucrats who believe that well-turned -periods in praise of honesty, and rigorous prosecution -of the few thieves who get caught, have power to cure -the widespread plague of Russian corruption, that noxious -weed that spreads at ease under the protecting boughs of -the censorship.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Two things are needed to cope with it—publicity, and -an entirely different organisation of the whole machine. -The old national system of justice must be re-introduced, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_310'>310</span>with oral procedure and sworn witnesses and all that the -central Government detests so heartily.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Pestel, one of the Governors of Western Siberia, was -like a Roman proconsul, and was outdone by none of -them. He carried on a system of open and systematic -robbery throughout the country, which he had entirely -detached from Russia by means of his spies. Not a letter -crossed the frontier unopened, and woe to the writer who -dared to say a word about his rule. He kept the merchants -of the First Guild in prison for a whole year, where they -were chained and tortured. Officials he punished by sending -them to the frontier of Eastern Siberia and keeping -them there for two or three years.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The people endured him for long; but at last a tradesman -of Tobolsk determined to bring the state of things -to the Tsar’s knowledge. Avoiding the usual route, he went -first to Kyakhta and crossed the Siberian frontier from -there with a caravan of tea. At Tsárskoë Seló<a id='r99' /><a href='#f99' class='c016'><sup>[99]</sup></a> he found -an opportunity to hand his petition to Alexander, and -begged him to read it. Alexander was astonished and impressed -by the strange matter he read there. He sent for -the petitioner, and they had a long conversation which -convinced him of the truth of the terrible story. Horrified -and somewhat confused, the Tsar said:</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f99'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r99'>99</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, “The Tsar’s Village,” near Petersburg.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“You can go back to Siberia now, my friend; the matter -shall be looked into.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, Your Majesty,” said the man; “I cannot go home -now; I would rather go to prison. My interview with Your -Majesty cannot be kept secret, and I shall be murdered.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_311'>311</span>Alexander started. He turned to Milorádovitch, who -was then Governor of Petersburg, and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I hold you answerable for this man’s life.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“In that case,” said Milorádovitch, “Your Majesty -must allow me to lodge him in my own house.” And there -the man actually stayed until the affair was settled.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Pestel resided almost continuously at Petersburg. You -will remember that the Roman proconsuls also generally -lived in the capital.<a id='r100' /><a href='#f100' class='c016'><sup>[100]</sup></a> By his presence and his connexions -and, above all, by sharing his booty, he stopped in advance -all unpleasant rumours and gossip. He and Rostopchín -were dining one day at the Tsar’s table. They were standing -by the window, and the Tsar asked, “What is that on -the church cross over there—something black?” “I cannot -make it out,” said Rostopchín; “we must appeal to -Pestel; he has wonderful sight and can see from here -what is going on in Siberia.”</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f100'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r100'>100</a>. </span>Herzen is mistaken here.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The Imperial Council, taking advantage of the absence -of Alexander,—he was at Verona or Aix,—wisely and -justly decided that, as the complaint referred to Siberia, -Pestel, who was fortunately on the spot, should conduct -the investigation. But Milorádovitch, Mordvínov, and -two others protested against this decision, and the matter -was referred to the Supreme Court.</p> - -<p class='c008'>That body gave an unjust decision, as it always does -when trying high officials. Pestel was reprimanded, and -Treskin, the Civil Governor of Tobolsk, was deprived -of his official rank and title of nobility and banished. -Pestel was merely dismissed from the service.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Pestel was succeeded at Tobolsk by Kaptsevitch, a -pupil of Arakchéyev. Thin and bilious, a tyrant by nature -<span class='pageno' id='Page_312'>312</span>and a restless martinet, he introduced military discipline -everywhere; but, though he fixed maximum prices, he left -all ordinary business in the hands of the robbers. In 1824 -the Tsar intended to visit Tobolsk. Throughout the Government -of Perm there is an excellent high road, well worn -by traffic; it is probable that the soil was favourable for -its construction. Kaptsevitch made a similar road all the -way to Tobolsk in a few months. In spring, when the -snow was melting and the cold bitter, thousands of men -were driven in relays to work at the road. Sickness broke -out and half the workmen died; but “zeal overcomes all -difficulties,” and the road was made.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Eastern Siberia is governed in a still more casual -fashion. The distance is so great that all rumours die -away before they reach Petersburg. One Governor of -Irkutsk used to fire cannon at the town when he was -cheerful after dinner; another, in the same state, used -to put on priest’s robes and celebrate the Mass in his -own house, in the presence of the Bishop; but, at least, -neither the noise of the former nor the piety of the latter -did as much harm as the state of siege kept up by Pestel -and the restless activity of Kaptsevitch.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It is a pity that Siberia is so badly governed. The choice -of Governors has been peculiarly unfortunate. I do not -know how Muravyóv acquits himself there—his intelligence -and capacity are well known; but all the rest have -been failures. Siberia has a great future before it. It is -generally regarded as a kind of cellar, full of gold and -furs and other natural wealth, but cold, buried in snow, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span>and ill provided with comforts and roads and population. -But this is a false view.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Russian Government is unable to impart that life-giving -impulse which would drive Siberia ahead with -American speed. We shall see what will happen when the -mouths of the Amoor are opened to navigation, and when -America meets Siberia on the borders of China.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said, long ago, that the Pacific Ocean is the Mediterranean -of the future; and I have been pleased to see -the remark repeated more than once in the New York -newspapers. In that future the part of Siberia, lying as it -does between the ocean, South Asia, and Russia, is exceedingly -important. Siberia must certainly extend to the -Chinese frontier: why should we shiver and freeze at -Beryózov and Yakutsk, when there are such places as -Krasnoyarsk and Minusinsk?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Russian settlers in Siberia have traits of character -which suggest development and progress. The population -in general are healthy and well grown, intelligent and -exceedingly practical. The children of the emigrants have -never felt the pressure of landlordism. There are no great -nobles in Siberia, and there is no aristocracy in the towns; -authority is represented by the civil officials and military -officers; but they are less like an aristocracy than a hostile -garrison established by a conqueror. The cultivators are -saved from frequent contact with them by the immense -distances, and the merchants are saved by their wealth. -This latter class, in Siberia, despise the officials: while -professing to give place to them, they take them for what -they really are—inferiors who are useful in matters of -law.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Arms are indispensable to the settler, and everyone -<span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span>knows how to use them. Familiarity with danger and the -habit of prompt action have made the Siberian peasant -more soldierly, more resourceful, and more ready to resist, -than his Great Russian brother. The distance of the -churches has left him more independence of mind: he is -lukewarm about religion and very often a dissenter. There -are distant villages which the priest visits only thrice -a year, when he christens the children in batches, reads -the service for the dead, marries all the couples, and hears -confession of accumulated sins.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>On this side of the Ural ridge, the ways of governors are -less eccentric. But yet I could fill whole volumes with -stories which I heard either in the office or at the Governor’s -dinner-table—stories which throw light on the -malpractices and dishonesty of the officials.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>“Yes, Sir, he was indeed a marvel, my predecessor was”—thus -the inspector of police at Vyatka used to address -me in his confidential moments. “Well, of course, we get -along fairly, but men like him are born, not made. He -was, in his way, I might say, a Caesar, a Napoleon”—and -the eyes of my lame friend, the Major, who had got -his place as recompense for a wound, shone as he recalled -his glorious predecessor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There was a gang of robbers, not far from the town. -Complaints came again and again to the authorities; now -it was a party of merchants relieved of their goods, now -the manager of a distillery was robbed of his money. The -Governor was in a fuss and drew up edict after edict. Well, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span>as you know, the country police are not brave: they can -deal well enough with a petty thief, if there’s only one; -but here there was a whole gang, and, likely enough, in -possession of firearms. As the country police did nothing, -the Governor summoned the town inspector and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘I know that this is not your business at all, but your -well-known activity forces me to appeal to you.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The inspector knew all about the scandal already.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘General,’ said he, ‘I shall start in an hour. I know -where the robbers are sure to be; I shall take a detachment -with me; I shall come upon the scoundrels, bring -them back in chains, and lodge them in the town prison, -before they are three days older.’ Just like Suvórov to -the Austrian Emperor! And he did what he said he would -do: he surprised them with his detachment; the robbers -had no time to hide their money; the inspector took it -all and marched them off to the town.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“When the trial began, the inspector asked where the -money was.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Why, <i>bátyushka</i>, we put it into your own hands,’ -said two of the men.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Mine!’ cried the inspector, with an air of astonishment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Yes, yours!’ shouted the thieves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘There’s insolence for you!’ said the inspector to the -magistrate, turning pale with rage. ‘Do you expect to -make people believe that I was in league with you? I -shall show you what it is to insult my uniform; I was a -cavalry officer once, and my honour shall not be insulted -with impunity!’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So the thieves were flogged, that they might confess -where they had stowed away the money. At first they were -<span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span>obstinate, but when they heard the order that they were -to be flogged ‘for two pipes,’ then the leader of the gang -called out—‘We plead guilty! We spent the money ourselves.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘You might have said so sooner,’ remarked the inspector, -‘instead of talking such nonsense. You won’t get -round me in a hurry, my friend.’ ‘No, indeed!’ muttered -the robber, looking in astonishment at the inspector; ‘we -could teach nothing to Your Honour, but we might learn -from you.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, over that affair the inspector got the Vladímir -Order.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Excuse me,” I said, interrupting his enthusiasm for -the great man, “but what is the meaning of that phrase -‘for two pipes’?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, we often use that in the police. One gets bored, -you know, while a flogging is going on; so one lights a -pipe; and, as a rule, when the pipe is done, the flogging -is over too. But in special cases we order that the flogging -shall go on till two pipes are smoked out. The men who -flog are accustomed to it and know exactly how many -strokes that means.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Ever so many stories about this hero were in circulation -at Vyatka. His exploits were miraculous. For some reason -or another—perhaps a Staff-general or Minister was expected—he -wished to show that he had not worn cavalry -uniform for nothing, but could put spurs to a charger in -fine style. With this object in view, he requisitioned a -horse from a rich merchant of the district; it was a grey -<span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span>stallion, and a very valuable animal. The merchant refused -it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“All right,” said the inspector; “if you don’t choose -to do me such a trifling service voluntarily, then I shall -take the horse without your leave.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We shall see about that,” said Gold.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, you shall,” said Steel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The merchant locked up his stable and set two men to -guard it. “Foiled for once, my friend!” he thought.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But that night, by a strange accident, a fire broke out -in some empty sheds close to the merchant’s house. The -inspector and his men worked manfully. In order to save -the house, they even pulled down the wall of the stable -and led out the object of dispute, with not a hair of his -mane or tail singed. Two hours later, the inspector was -caracoling on a grey charger, on his way to receive the -thanks of the distinguished visitor for his courage and -skill in dealing with the fire. This incident proved to -everyone that he bore a charmed life.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The Governor was once leaving a party; and, just as -his carriage started, a careless driver, in charge of a small -sledge, drove into him, striking the traces between the -wheelers and leaders. There was a block for a moment, -but the Governor was not prevented from driving home -in perfect comfort. Next day he said to the inspector: -“Do you know whose coachman ran into me last night? -He must be taught better.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That coachman will not do it again, Your Excellency,” -answered the inspector with a smile; “I have made him -smart properly for it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span>“Whose coachman was it?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Councillor Kulakov’s, Your Excellency.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>At that moment the old Councillor, whom I found at -Vyatka and left there still holding the same office, came -into the room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You must excuse us,” said the Governor, “for giving -a lesson to your coachman yesterday.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Councillor, quite in the dark, looked puzzled.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He drove into my carriage yesterday. Well, you understand, -if he did it to <i>me</i>, then ...”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But, Your Excellency, my wife and I spent the evening -at home, and the coachman was not out at all.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What’s the meaning of this?” asked the Governor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the inspector was not taken aback.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The fact is, Your Excellency, I had such a press of -business yesterday that I quite forgot about the coachman. -But I confess I did not venture to mention to Your -Excellency that I had forgotten. I meant to attend to -his business at once.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, there’s no denying that you are the right man in -the right place!” said the Governor.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Side by side with this bird of prey I shall place the portrait -of a very different kind of official—a mild and sympathetic -creature, a real sucking dove.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Among my acquaintance at Vyatka was an old gentleman -who had been dismissed from the service as inspector -of rural police. He now drew up petitions and managed -lawsuits for other people—a profession which he had been -expressly forbidden to adopt. He had entered the service -in the year one, had robbed and squeezed and blackmailed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span>in three provinces, and had twice figured in the dock. This -veteran liked to tell surprising stories of what he and his -contemporaries had done; and he did not conceal his contempt -for the degenerate successors who now filled their -places.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, they’re mere bunglers,” he used to say. “Of course -they take bribes, or they couldn’t live; but as for dexterity -or knowledge of the law, you needn’t expect anything -of the kind from them. Just to give you an idea, let -me tell you of a friend of mine who was a judge for twenty -years and died twelve months ago. He was a genius! The -peasants revere his memory, and he left a trifle to his -family too. His method was all his own. If a peasant came -with a petition, the Judge would admit him at once and -be very friendly and cheerful.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Well, my friend, tell me your name and your father’s -name, too.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The peasant bows—‘Yermolai is my name, <i>bátyushka</i>, -and my father’s name was Grigóri.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Well, how are you, Yermolai Grigorevitch, and where -do you come from?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘I live at Dubilov.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘I know, I know—those mills on the right hand of -the high road are yours, I suppose?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Just so, <i>bátyushka</i>, the mills belong to our village.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘A prosperous village, too—good land—black soil.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘We have no reason to murmur against Heaven, Your -Worship.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Well, that’s right. I dare say you have a good large -family, Yermolai Grigorevitch?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Three sons and two daughters, Your Worship, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span>my eldest daughter’s husband has lived in our house these -five years.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘And I dare say there are some grandchildren by this -time?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Indeed there are, Your Worship—a few of them too.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘And thank God for it! He told us to increase and -multiply. Well, you’ve come a long way, Yermolai Grigorevitch; -will you drink a glass of brandy with me?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The visitor seems doubtful. The Judge fills the glass, -saying:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Come, come, friend—the holy fathers have not forbidden -us the use of wine and oil on this day.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘It is true that we are allowed it, but strong drink -brings a man to all bad fortune.’ Thereupon he crosses -himself, bows to his host, and drinks the dram.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Now, with a family like that, Grigorevitch, you must -find it hard to feed and clothe them all. One horse and -one cow would never do for you—you would run short -of milk for such a number.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘One horse, <i>bátyushka</i>! That wouldn’t do at all. I’ve -three, and I had a fourth, a roan, but it died in St. Peter’s -Fast; it was bewitched; our carpenter Doroféi hates to -see others prosper, and he has the evil eye.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Well, that does happen sometimes. But you have -good pasture there, and I dare say you keep sheep.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Yes, we have some sheep.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Dear me, we have had quite a long chat, Yermolai -Grigorevitch. I must be off to Court now—the Tsar’s -service, as you know. Have you any little business to ask -me about, I wonder?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Indeed I have, Your Worship.’</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span>“‘Well, what is it? Have you been doing something -foolish? Be quick and tell me, because I must be starting.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘This is it, Your Honour. Misfortune has come upon -me in my old age, and I trust to you. It was Assumption -Day; we were in the public-house, and I had words with -a man from another village—a nasty fellow he is, who -steals our wood. Well, we had some words, and then he -raised his fist and struck me on the breast. “Don’t you -use your fists off your own dunghill,” said I; and I wanted -to teach him a lesson, so I gave him a tap. Now, whether -it was the drink or the work of the Evil One, my fist went -straight into his eye, and the eye was damaged. He went -at once to the police—“I’ll have the law of him,” says -he.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“During this narrative the Judge—a fig for your -Petersburg actors!—becomes more and more solemn; the -expression of his eyes becomes alarming; he says not a -word.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The peasant sees this and changes colour; he puts his -hat down on the ground and takes out a handkerchief to -wipe the sweat off his brow. The Judge turns over the -leaves of a book and still keeps silence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘That is why I have come to see you, <i>bátyushka</i>,’ -the peasant says in a strained voice.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘What can I do in such a case? It’s a bad business! -What made you hit him in the eye?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘What indeed, <i>bátyushka</i>! It was the enemy led me -astray.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Sad, very sad! Such a thing to ruin a whole family! -How can they get on without you—all young, and the -grandchildren mere infants! A sad thing for your wife, -too, in her old age!’</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span>“The man’s legs begin to tremble. ‘Does Your Honour -think it’s as bad as all that?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Take the book and read the act yourself. But perhaps -you can’t read? Here is the article dealing with -injuries to the person—“shall first be flogged and then -banished to Siberia.”’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Oh, save a man from ruin, save a fellow-Christian -from destruction! Is it impossible ...’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘But, my good man, we can’t go against the law. So -far as it’s in our hands, we might perhaps lower the thirty -strokes to five or so.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘But about Siberia?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Oh, there we’re powerless, my friend.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The peasant at this point produces a purse, takes a -paper out of the purse and two or three gold pieces out -of the paper; with a low bow he places them on the table.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘What’s all that, Yermolai Grigorevitch?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Save me, <i>bátyushka</i>!’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘No more of that! I have my weak side and I take a -present at times; my salary is small and I have to do it. -But if I do, I like to give something in return; and what -can I do for you? If only it had been a rib or a tooth! But -the eye! Take your money back.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The peasant is dumbfounded.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘There is just one possibility: I might speak to the -other judges and write a line to the county town. The -matter will probably go to the court there, and I have -friends there who will do all they can. But they’re men -of a different kidney, and three yellow-boys will not go -far in that quarter.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The peasant recovers a little.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span>“‘<i>I</i> don’t want anything—I’m sorry for your family; -but it’s no use offering <i>them</i> less than 400 <i>roubles</i>.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘Four hundred <i>roubles</i>! How on earth can I get such -a mint of money as that, in these times? It’s quite beyond -me, I swear.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“‘It’s not easy, I agree. We can lessen the flogging; the -man’s sorry, we shall say, and he was not sober at the -time. People <i>do</i> live in Siberia, after all; and it’s not so -very far from here. Of course, you might manage it by -selling a pair of horses and one of the cows and the sheep. -But you would have to work many years to replace all -that stock; and if you don’t pay up, your horses will be -left all right but you’ll be off on the long tramp yourself. -Think it over, Grigorevitch; no hurry; we’ll do nothing -till to-morrow; but I must be going now.’ And the Judge -pockets the coins he had refused, saying, ‘It’s quite unnecessary—I -only take it to spare your feelings.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Next day, an old Jew turns up at the Judge’s house, -lugging a bag that contains 350 <i>roubles</i> in coinage of all -dates.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The Judge promises his assistance. The peasant is -tried, and tried over again, and well frightened; then he -gets off with a light sentence, or a caution to be more -prudent in future, or a note against his name as a suspicious -character. And the peasant for the rest of his life -prays that God will reward the Judge for his kindness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, that’s a specimen of the neat way they used to -do it”—so the retired inspector used to wind up his story.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In Vyatka the Russian tillers of the soil are fairly independent, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span>and get a bad name in consequence from the -officials, as unruly and discontented. But the Finnish -natives, poor, timid, stupid people, are a regular gold-mine -to the rural police. The inspectors pay the governors twice -the usual sum when they are appointed to districts where -the Finns live.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The tricks which the authorities play on these poor -wretches are beyond belief.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If the land-surveyor is travelling on business and passes -a native village, he never fails to stop there. He takes the -theodolite off his cart, drives in a post and pulls out his -chain. In an hour the whole village is in a ferment. “The -land-measurer! the land-measurer!” they cry, just as they -used to cry, “The French! the French!” in the year ’12. -The elders come to pay their respects: the surveyor goes -on measuring and making notes. They ask him not to -cheat them out of their land, and he demands twenty or -thirty <i>roubles</i>. They are glad to give it and collect the -money; and he drives on to the next village of natives.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Again, if the police find a dead body, they drag it about -for a fortnight—the frost makes this possible—through -the Finnish villages. In each village they declare that they -have just found the corpse and mean to start an inquest; -and the people pay blackmail.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Some years before I went to Vyatka, a rural inspector, -a famous blackmailer, brought a dead body in a cart into -a large village of Russian settlers, and demanded, I think, -200 <i>roubles</i>. The village elder consulted the community; -but they would not go beyond one hundred. The inspector -would not lower his price. The peasants got angry: they -shut him up with his two clerks in the police-office and -threatened, in their turn, to burn them alive. The inspector -<span class='pageno' id='Page_325'>325</span>did not take them seriously. The peasants piled straw -around the house; then, by way of ultimatum, they held -up a hundred-<i>rouble</i> note on a pole in front of the window. -The hero inside asked for a hundred more. Thereupon -the peasants fired the straw at all four corners, and all -the three Mucius Scaevolas of the rural police were burnt -to death. At a later time this matter came before the Supreme -Court.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These native settlements are in general much less thriving -than the Russian villages.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You don’t seem well off, friend,” I said to the native -owner of a hut where I was waiting for fresh horses; it -was a wretched, smoky, lop-sided cabin, with windows -looking over the yard at the back.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What can we do, <i>bátyushka</i>? We are poor, and keep -our money for a rainy day.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A rainy day? It looks to me as if you’d got it already. -But drink that for comfort”—and I filled a glass with rum.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We don’t drink,” said the Finn, with a greedy look at -the glass and a suspicious look at me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Come, come, you’d better take it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, drink first yourself.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I drank, and then he followed my example. “What are -you doing?” he asked. “Have you come on business from -Vyatka?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No,” I answered; “I’m a traveller on my way there.” -He was considerably relieved to hear this; he looked all -round, and added by way of explanation, “The rainy day -is when the inspector or the priest comes here.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I should like to say something here about the latter of -these personages.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_326'>326</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>Of the Finnish population some accepted Christianity -before Peter’s reign, others were baptised in the time of -Elizabeth,<a id='r101' /><a href='#f101' class='c016'><sup>[101]</sup></a> and others have remained heathen. Most of -those who changed their religion under Elizabeth are still -secretly attached to their own dismal and savage faith.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f101'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r101'>101</a>. </span>Elizabeth, daughter of Peter the Great, reigned from 1741 -to 1762.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Every two or three years the police-inspector and the -priest make a tour of the villages, to find out which of -the natives have not fasted in Lent, and to enquire the -reasons. The recusants are harried and imprisoned, flogged -and fined. But the visitors search especially for some proof -that the old heathen rites are still kept up. In that case, -there is a real ‘rainy day’—the detective and the missionary -raise a storm and exact heavy blackmail; then they -go away, leaving all as it was before, to repeat their visit -in a year or two.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the year 1835 the Holy Synod thought it necessary -to convert the heathen Cheremisses to Orthodoxy. Archbishop -Philaret nominated an active priest named Kurbanovski -as missionary. Kurbanovski, a man eaten up by -the Russian disease of ambition, set to work with fiery -zeal. He tried preaching at first, but soon grew tired of it; -and, in point of fact, not much is to be done by that -ancient method.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Cheremisses, when they heard of this, sent their -own priests to meet the missionary. These fanatics were -ingenious savages: after long discussions, they said to -him: “The forest contains not only silver birches and tall -pines but also the little juniper. God permits them all to -grow and does not bid the juniper be a pine tree. We men -<span class='pageno' id='Page_327'>327</span>are like the trees of the forest. Be you the silver birches, -and let us remain the juniper. We don’t interfere with you, -we pray for the Tsar, pay our dues, and provide recruits -for the Army; but we are not willing to be false to our -religion.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Kurbanovski saw that they could not agree, and that -he was not fated to play the part of Cyril and Methodius.<a id='r102' /><a href='#f102' class='c016'><sup>[102]</sup></a> -He had recourse to the secular arm; and the local police-inspector -was delighted—he had long wished to show his -zeal for the church; he was himself an unbaptised Tatar, -a true believer in the Koran, and his name was Devlet -Kildéyev.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f102'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r102'>102</a>. </span>In the ninth century Cyril and his brother Methodius, two -Greek monks of Salonica, introduced Christianity among the Slavs. They -invented the Russian alphabet.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>He took a detachment of his men and proceeded to -besiege the Cheremisses. Several villages were baptised. -Kurbanovski sang the <i>Te Deum</i> in church and went back -to Moscow, to receive with humility the velvet cap for -good service; and the Government sent the Vladímir Cross -to the Tatar.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But there was an unfortunate misunderstanding between -the Tatar missionary and the local mullah. The -mullah was greatly displeased when this believer in the -Koran took to preaching the Gospel and succeeded so -well. During Ramadan, the inspector boldly put on his -cross and appeared in the mosque wearing it; he took a -front place, as a matter of course. The mullah had just -begun to chant the Koran through his nose, when he suddenly -stopped and said that he dared not go on, in the -presence of a true believer who had come to the mosque -wearing a Christian emblem.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_328'>328</span>The congregation protested; and the discomfited inspector -was forced to put his cross in his pocket.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I read afterwards in the archives of the Home Office -an account of this brilliant conversion of the Cheremisses. -The writer mentioned the zealous cooperation of Devlet -Kildéyev, but unfortunately forgot to add that his zeal -for the Church was the more disinterested because of his -firm belief in the truth of Islam.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Before I left Vyatka, the Department of Imperial Domains -was committing such impudent thefts that a commission -of enquiry was appointed; and this commission -sent out inspectors into all the provinces. A new system -of control over the Crown tenants was introduced after -that time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our Governor at that time was Kornilov; he had to -nominate two subordinates to assist the inspectors, and -I was one of the two. I had to read a multitude of documents, -sometimes with pain, sometimes with amusement, -sometimes with disgust. The very headings of the subjects -for investigation struck me with astonishment—</p> - -<p class='c008'>(1) <i>The loss and total disappearance of a police-station, -and the destruction of the plan by the gnawing of -mice.</i></p> - -<p class='c008'>(2) <i>The loss of twelve miles of arable land.</i></p> - -<p class='c008'>(3) <i>The transference of the peasant’s son Vasili to -the female sex.</i></p> - -<p class='c008'>The last item was so remarkable that I read the details -at once from beginning to end.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a petition to the Governor from the father -of the child. The petitioner stated that fifteen years ago -<span class='pageno' id='Page_329'>329</span>a daughter had been born to him, whom he wished to call -Vasilissa; but the priest, not being sober, christened the -girl Vasili, and entered the name thus on the register. -This fact apparently caused little disturbance to the -father; but when he found he would soon be required to -provide a recruit for the Army and pay the poll-tax for -the child, he informed the police. The police were much -puzzled. They began by refusing to act, on the ground -that he ought to have applied earlier. The father then -went to the Governor, and the Governor ordered that this -boy of the female sex should be formally examined by a -doctor and a midwife. But at this point, matters were -complicated by a correspondence with the ecclesiastical -authorities; and the parish priest, whose predecessor, -under the influence of drink, had been too prudish to -recognise differences of sex, now appeared on the scene; -the matter went on for years, and I rather think the girl -was never cleared of the suspicion of being a boy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The reader is not to suppose that this absurd story is -a mere humorous invention of mine.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During the Emperor Paul’s reign a colonel of the -Guards, making his monthly report, returned as dead an -officer who had gone to the hospital; and the Tsar struck -his name off the lists. But unfortunately the officer did -not die; he recovered instead. The colonel induced him -to return to his estates for a year or two, hoping to find -an opportunity of putting matters straight; and the officer -agreed. But his heirs, having read of his death in the -Gazette, positively refused to recognise him as still alive; -though inconsolable for their loss, they insisted upon their -right of succession. The living corpse, whom the Gazette -had killed once, found that he was likely to die over -<span class='pageno' id='Page_330'>330</span>again, by starvation this time. So he travelled to Petersburg -and handed in a petition to the Tsar.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This beats even my story of the girl who was also a -boy.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§12</h3> - -<p class='c018'>It is a miry slough, this account of our provincial administration; -yet I shall add a few words more. This -publicity is the last paltry compensation to those who -suffered unheard and unpitied.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Government is very ready to reward high officials with -grants of unoccupied land. There is no great harm in -that, though it might be wiser to keep it for the needs of -an increasing population. The rules governing such allotments -of land are rather detailed; it is illegal to grant the -banks of a navigable river, or wood fit for building purposes, -or both sides of a river; and finally, land reclaimed -by peasants may in no case be taken from them, even -though the peasants have no title to the land except prescription.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All this is very well, on paper; but in fact this allotment -of land to individuals is a terrible instrument by -which the Crown is robbed and the peasants oppressed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Most of the magnates to whom the leases are granted -either sell their rights to merchants, or try, by means of -the provincial authorities, to secure some privileges contrary -to the rules. Thus it happened, by mere chance, of -course, that Count Orlóv himself got possession of the -road and pastures used by droves of cattle in the Government -of Saratov.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No wonder, then, that the peasants of a certain district -in Vyatka were deprived one fine morning of all their -<span class='pageno' id='Page_331'>331</span>land, right up to their houses and farmyards, the soil -having passed into the possession of some merchants who -had bought the lease from a relation of Count Kankrin.<a id='r103' /><a href='#f103' class='c016'><sup>[103]</sup></a> -The merchants next put a rent on the land. The law was -appealed to. The Crown Court, being bribed by the merchants -and fearing a great man’s cousin, put a spoke in -the wheel; but the peasants, determined to go on to the -bitter end, chose two shrewd men from among themselves -and sent them off to Petersburg. The matter now came -before the Supreme Court. The judges suspected that the -peasants were in the right; but they were puzzled how -to act, and consulted Kankrin. That nobleman admitted -frankly that the land had been taken away unjustly; but -he thought there would be difficulty in restoring it, because -it <i>might</i> have been re-sold since, and because the -new owners <i>might</i> have made some improvements. He -therefore suggested that advantage should be taken of -the vast extent of the Crown lands, and that the same -quantity of land should be granted to the peasants, but -in another district. This solution pleased everyone except -the peasants: in the first place, it was no trifle to reclaim -fresh land; and, in the second place, the land offered them -turned out to be a bog. As the peasants were more interested -in growing corn than in shooting snipe, they sent -in a fresh petition.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f103'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r103'>103</a>. </span>Count Kankrin (1774-1845) was Minister of Finance from -1823 till his death. He carried through some important reforms in the -currency.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The Crown Court and the Treasury then treated this -as a fresh case. They discovered a law which provided -that, in cases where unsuitable land had been allotted, the -grant should not be cancelled but an addition of 50 per -cent should be made; they therefore directed that the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_332'>332</span>peasants should get half a bog in addition to the bog they -had been given already.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The peasants sent in a third petition to the Supreme -Court. But, before this was discussed, the Board of Agriculture -sent them plans of their new land, duly bound -and coloured; with a neat diagram of the points of the -compass arranged in a star, and suitable explanations of -the rhombus R R Z and the rhombus Z Z R, and, above -all, with a demand for a fixed payment per acre. When the -peasants saw that, far from getting back their good land, -they were to be charged money for their bog, they flatly -refused to pay.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The rural inspector informed the Governor of this; and -the Governor sent troops under the command of the town -inspector of Vyatka. The latter went to the spot, arrested -several men and beat them, restored order in the district, -took money, handed over the ‘guilty’ to the Criminal -Court, and was hoarse for a week after, owing to the -strain on his voice. Several of the offenders were sentenced -to flogging and banishment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Two years afterwards, when the Crown Prince was -passing through the district, these peasants presented a -petition, and he ordered the matter to be examined. It -was at this point that I had to draw up a report of all the -proceedings. Whether anything sensible was done in consequence -of this fresh investigation, I do not know. I have -heard that the exiles were restored, but I never heard that -the land had been given back.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§13</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In the next place I shall refer to the famous episode of -the “potato-rebellion.”</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_333'>333</span>In Russia, as formerly throughout Europe, the peasants -were unwilling to grow potatoes, from an instinctive feeling -that potatoes are poor food and not productive of -health and strength. Model landlords, however, and many -Crown settlements used to grow these tubers long before -the “potato revolt.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the Government of Kazán and part of Vyatka, the -people had grown a crop of potatoes. When the tubers -were taken up, it occurred to the Board of Agriculture -to start communal pits for storing them. The pits were -authorised, ordered, and constructed; and in the beginning -of winter the peasants, with many misgivings, carted -their potatoes to the communal pits. But they positively -refused, when they were required in the spring to plant -these same potatoes in a frozen condition. What, indeed, -can be more insulting to labouring men than to bid them -do what is obviously absurd? But their protest was represented -as a rebellion. The minister despatched an official -from Petersburg; and this intelligent and practical -man excused the farmers of the first district he visited from -planting the frozen potatoes, and charged for this dispensation -one <i>rouble</i> per head. He repeated this operation in -two other districts; but the men of the fourth district -flatly refused either to plant the potatoes or to pay the -money. “You have excused the others,” they said; “you -are clearly bound to let us off too.” The official then tried -to end the business by threats and corporal punishment; -but the peasants armed themselves with poles and routed -the police. The Governor sent a force of Cossacks to the -spot; and the neighbouring districts backed up the rebels.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is enough to say that cannon roared and rifles cracked -before the affair was over. The peasants took to the woods -<span class='pageno' id='Page_334'>334</span>and were routed out of their covert like wild animals by -the Cossacks. They were caught, chained, and sent to -Kosmodemyansk to be tried by court-martial.</p> - -<p class='c008'>By a strange chance there was a simple, honest man, an -old major of militia, serving on the court-martial; and -he ventured to say that the official from Petersburg was -to blame for all that had happened. But everyone promptly -fell on the top of him and squashed him and suppressed -him; they tried to frighten him and said he ought to be -ashamed of his attempt “to ruin an innocent man.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The enquiry went on just as enquiries do in Russia: -the peasants were flogged on examination, flogged as a -punishment, flogged as an example, and flogged to get -money out of them; and then a number of them were -exiled to Siberia.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is worthy of remark that the Minister passed through -Kosmodemyansk during the trial. One thinks he might -have looked in at the court-martial himself or summoned -the dangerous major to an interview. He did nothing of -the kind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The famous Turgot,<a id='r104' /><a href='#f104' class='c016'><sup>[104]</sup></a> knowing how unpopular the potato -was in France, distributed seed-potatoes to a number -of dealers and persons in Government employ, with strict -orders that the peasants were to have none. But at the -same time he let them know privately that the peasants -were not to be prevented from helping themselves. The -result was that in a few years potatoes were grown all -over the country.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f104'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r104'>104</a>. </span>Turgot (1727-1781) was one of the Ministers of Finance -under Louis XVI.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>All things considered, this seems to me a better method -than the cannon-ball plan.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_335'>335</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§14</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>In the year 1836 a strolling tribe of gipsies came to -Vyatka and encamped there. These people wandered at -times as far as Tobolsk and Irbit, carrying on from time -immemorial their roving life of freedom, accompanied of -course by a bear that had been taught to dance and children -that had been taught nothing; they lived by doctoring -horses, telling fortunes, and petty theft. At Vyatka -they went on singing their songs and stealing chickens, -till the Governor suddenly received instructions, that, if -the gipsies turned out to have no passports—no gipsy -was ever known to possess one—a certain interval should -be allowed them, within which they must register themselves -as members of the village communities where they -happened to be at the time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If they failed to do so by the date mentioned, then all -who were fit for military service were to be sent to the -colours, the rest to be banished from the country, and -all their male children to be taken from them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Tufáyev himself was taken aback by this decree. He -gave notice of it to the gipsies, but he reported to Petersburg -that it could not be complied with. The registration -would cost money; the consent of the communities must -be obtained, and they would want money for admitting -the gipsies. After taking everything into consideration, -Tufáyev proposed to the Minister—and he must get due -credit for the proposal—that the gipsies should be treated -leniently and given an extension of time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In reply the Minister ordered him to carry out the -original instructions when the time had expired. The Governor -hardened his heart and sent a detachment to surround -the gipsy encampment; when that was done, the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_336'>336</span>police brought up a militia battalion, and scenes that -beggar description are said to have followed—women, -with their hair flying loose, ran frantically to and fro, -shrieking and sobbing, while white-haired old women -clutched hold of their sons. But order triumphed, and the -police-inspector secured all the boys and the recruits, and -the rest were marched off by stages to their place of exile.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But a question now arose: where were the kidnapped -children to be put, and at whose cost were they to be maintained?</p> - -<p class='c008'>In former days there had been schools for foundlings -which cost the Crown nothing; but these had been abolished, -as productive of immorality. The Governor advanced -the money from his own pocket and consulted -the Minister. The Minister replied that, until further -orders, the children were to be looked after by the old -people in the alms-house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To make little children live with dying old men and -women, and to force them to breathe the atmosphere of -death; and on the other hand, to force the aged and -worn-out to look after the children for nothing—that was -a real inspiration!</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§15</h3> - -<p class='c018'>While I am on this subject, I shall tell here the story -of what happened eighteen months later to a bailiff of -my father’s. Though a peasant, he was a man of intelligence -and experience; he had several teams of his own -which he hired out, and he served for twenty years as -bailiff of a small detached village.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the year which I spent at Vladímir, he was asked -by the people of a neighbouring village to supply a substitute -<span class='pageno' id='Page_337'>337</span>as a recruit for the Army; and he turned up in the -town with the future defender of his country at the end -of a rope. He seemed perfectly self-confident and sure -of success.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, <i>bátyushka</i>,” he said to me, combing with his -fingers his thick brown beard with some grey in it, “it all -depends on how you manage these things. We put forward -a lad two years ago, but he was a very poor miserable -specimen, and the men were very much afraid that he -would not do. ‘Well,’ said I, ‘you must begin by collecting -some money—the wheel won’t go round unless you -grease it!’ So we had a talk together, and the village produced -twenty-five gold pieces. I drove into the town, had -a talk with the people in the Crown Court, and then went -straight to the President’s house—a clever man, <i>bátyushka</i>, -and an old acquaintance of mine. He had me -taken into his study, where he was lying on the sofa with -a bad leg. I put the facts before him. He laughed and said, -‘All right, all right! But you tell me how many of <i>them</i> -you have brought with you; for I know what an old skin-flint -you are.’ I put ten gold pieces on the table with a -low bow. He took them up and played with them. ‘Well,’ -says he, ‘I’m not the only person who expects payment; -have you brought any more?’ ‘Well,’ said I, ‘we can go -as far as ten more.’ ‘You can count for yourself,’ says he, -‘where they are to go to: the doctor will want a couple, -and the inspector of recruits another couple, and the clerk—I -don’t think more than three will be needed in that -quarter; but you had better give me the lot, and I’ll try -to arrange it for you.’”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, did you give it?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_338'>338</span>“Certainly I did; and the man was passed for the Army -all right.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Enlightened by this method of rounding off accounts, -and attracted probably by the five gold pieces to whose -ultimate destination he had made no allusion, the bailiff -was sure of success this time also. But there is many a -slip between the bribe and the palm that closes on it. Count -Essen, an Imperial <i>aide-de-camp</i>, was sent to Vladímir to -inspect the recruits. The bailiff, with his golden arguments -in his pocket, found his way into the presence of the -Count. But unfortunately the Count was no true Russian, -but a son of the Baltic provinces which teach German devotion -towards the Russian Tsar. He got angry, raised -his voice, and, worse than all, rang his bell; in ran a secretary, -and police-officers on the top of him. The bailiff, -who had never dreamed of the existence of a man in uniform -who would refuse a bribe, lost his head altogether; -instead of holding his tongue, he swore by all his gods that -he had never offered money, and wished that his eyes -might fall out and he might die of thirst, if he had ever -thought of such a thing. Helpless as a sheep, he was taken -off to the police-station, where he probably repented of -his folly in insulting a high officer by offering him so -little.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Essen was not content with his own clear conscience -nor with having given the man a fright. He probably -wished to lay the axe to the tree of Russian corruption, to -punish vice, and to make a salutary example. He therefore -reported the bailiff’s nefarious attempt to the police, -the Governor, and the Recruiting Office. The offender was -put in prison and ordered to be tried. Thanks to the absurd -law, which is equally severe on the honest man who -<span class='pageno' id='Page_339'>339</span>gives a bribe and the official who pockets it, the affair -looked bad, and I resolved at all costs to save the bailiff.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I went at once to the Governor, but he refused to interfere. -The President and Councillors of the Criminal Court -shook their heads: the <i>aide-de-camp</i> was interested in the -case, and that frightened them. I went to Count Essen -himself, and he was very gracious—he had no wish that -the bailiff should suffer, but thought he needed a lesson: -“Let him be tried and acquitted,” he said. When I repeated -this to the inspector of police, he remarked: “The fact -is, these gentlemen don’t understand business. If the -Count had simply sent him to me, I should have warmed -the fool’s back for walking into a river without asking -if there was a ford; then I should have sent him about -his business, and all parties would have been satisfied. -But the court complicates matters.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I have never forgotten what the Count said and what -the inspector said: they expressed so neatly and clearly -the view of justice entertained in the Russian Empire.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Between these Pillars of Hercules of our national jurisprudence, -the bailiff had fallen into the deep water, in -other words, into the Criminal Court. A few months later -the court came to a decision: the criminal was to be flogged -and then banished to Siberia. His son and all his relations -came to me, begging me to save the father and head of -the family. I felt intense pity myself for the sufferer, who -was perfectly innocent. I called again on the President -and Councillors; again I tried to prove that they were -injuring themselves by punishing this man so severely. -“You know very well yourselves,” I said, “that no lawsuit -is ever settled without bribes; and you will starve -yourselves, unless you take the truly Christian view that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_340'>340</span>every gift is good and perfect.”<a id='r105' /><a href='#f105' class='c016'><sup>[105]</sup></a> By begging and bowing -and sending the bailiff’s son to bow still lower, I attained -half of my object. The man was condemned to suffer a -certain number of lashes within the prison walls, but he -was not exiled; and he was forbidden to undertake any -business of the kind in future for other peasants.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f105'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r105'>105</a>. </span>There is a reference to the Epistle of James, i. 17.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When I found that the Governor and state-attorney had -confirmed this remission, I went off to beg the police that -the flogging might be lightened; and they, partly flattered -by this personal appeal, and partly pitying a martyr in -a cause so near to their own hearts, and also because they -knew the man was well-to-do, promised me that the punishment -should be merely nominal.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A few days later the bailiff came to my house one morning; -he looked thin, and there was more grey in his beard. -For all his joy, I soon perceived that he had something -on his mind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What’s troubling you?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, I wish I could get it all over at once.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I don’t understand you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What I mean is—when will the flogging be?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But haven’t you been flogged?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But they’ve let you out, and I suppose you’re going -home.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Home? Yes, I’m going home, but I keep thinking about -the flogging; the secretary spoke of it, I am sure I heard -him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was really quite puzzled. At last I asked him if he -had a written discharge of any kind. He handed it to me. -I read there the original sentence at full length, and then -<span class='pageno' id='Page_341'>341</span>a postscript, that he was to be flogged within the prison -walls by sentence of the court and then to be discharged, -in possession of this certificate.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I burst out laughing. “You see, you’ve been flogged -already.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, <i>bátyushka</i>, I’ve not.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, if you’re not content, go back and ask them to -flog you; perhaps the police will take pity upon you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Seeing me laugh, he too smiled, but he shook his head -doubtfully and said, “It’s a very queer business.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A very irregular business, many will say; but let them -reflect that it is this kind of irregularity alone which makes -life possible in Russia.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_342'>342</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER IX</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>Alexander Vitberg.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>IN the midst of all this ugliness and squalor, these -petty and repulsive persons and scenes, in this world -of chicanery and red tape, I recall the sad and noble -figure of a great artist.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I lived at his side for two years and a half and saw -this strong man breaking up under the pressure of persecution -and misfortune.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nor can it be said that he succumbed without a protest; -for ten long years he struggled desperately. When he -went into exile, he still hoped to conquer his enemies -and right himself; in fact, he was still eager for the conflict, -still full of projects and expedients. But at Vyatka -he saw that all was over.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He might have accepted this discovery but for the wife -and children at his side, and the prospect of long years -of exile, poverty, and privation; he grew greyer and older, -not day by day, but hour by hour. I was two years at -Vyatka, and when I left, he was ten years older than when -I came.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Let me tell the story of this long martyrdom.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_343'>343</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>The Emperor Alexander could not believe in his victory -over Napoleon. Glory was a burden to him, and he quite -sincerely gave it to God’s name instead. Always inclined -to mysticism and despondency, he was more than ever -haunted by these feelings after his repeated victories over -Napoleon.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the last soldier of the French army had retreated -over the frontier, Alexander published a manifesto, in -which he took a vow to erect a great cathedral at Moscow, -dedicated to the Saviour.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Plans for this church were invited from all quarters, -and there was a great competition of artists.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alexander Vitberg was then a young man; he had been -trained in the art schools at Petersburg and had gained -the gold medal for painting. Of Swedish descent, he was -born in Russia and received his early education in the -School of Mines. He was a passionate lover of art, with a -tendency to eccentricity and mysticism. He read the Emperor’s -manifesto and the invitation for designs, and at -once gave up all his former occupations. Day and night -he wandered about the streets of Petersburg, tormented -by a fixed idea which he was powerless to banish. He -shut himself up in his room, took his pencil, and began to -work.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The artist took no one into his confidence. After working -for several months, he travelled to Moscow, where he -studied the city and its surroundings. Then he set to work -again, hiding himself from all eyes for months at a time, -and hiding his drawings also.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The time came for the competition. Many plans were -sent in, plans from Italy and from Germany, and our own -<span class='pageno' id='Page_344'>344</span>academicians sent in theirs. The design of this unknown -youth took its place among the rest. Some weeks passed -before the Emperor examined the plans, and these weeks -were the Forty Days in the Wilderness, days of temptation -and doubt and painful anxiety.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Emperor was struck by Vitberg’s design, which -was on a colossal scale and remarkable for religious and -artistic feeling. He stopped first in front of it and asked -who had sent it in. The envelope was opened; the name -inside was that of an unknown student of the Academy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alexander sent for Vitberg and had a long conversation -with him. He was impressed by the artist’s confident and -animated speech, the real inspiration which filled him, -and the mystical turn of his convictions. “You speak in -stone,” the Emperor said, as he looked through the plans -again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The plans were approved that very day; Vitberg was -appointed architect of the cathedral and president of the -building committee. Alexander was not aware that there -were thorns beneath the crown of laurels which he placed -on the artist’s head.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>There is no art more akin to mysticism than architecture. -Abstract, geometrical, musical and yet dumb, passionless, -it depends entirely upon symbolism, form, suggestion. -Simple lines, and the harmonious combination and numerical -relations between these, present something mysterious -and at the same time incomplete. A building, a -temple, does not comprise its object within itself; it differs -in this respect from a statue or a picture, a poem or a -symphony. The building needs an inhabitant; in itself it -<span class='pageno' id='Page_345'>345</span>is a prepared space, a setting, like the shell of a tortoise -or marine creature; and the essential thing is just this, -that the outer case should fit the spirit and the inhabitant, -as closely as the shell fits the tortoise. The walls of the -temple, its vaults and pillars, its main entrance, its foundations -and cupola, should all reflect the deity that dwells -within, just as the bones of the skull correspond exactly -to the convolutions of the brain.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To the Egyptians their temples were sacred books, their -obelisks were sermons by the high road.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Solomon’s temple is the Bible in stone; and so St. -Peter’s at Rome is the transition, in stone, from Catholicism -to a kingdom of this world, the first stage of our -liberation from monastic fetters.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The mere construction of temples was at all times accompanied -by so many mystical rites, allegoric ceremonies, -and solemn consecrations, that the medieval builders -ranked themselves as a kind of religious order, as successors -to the builders of Solomon’s temple; and they formed -themselves into secret companies, of which freemasonry -was a later development.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Renaissance robbed architecture of this essentially -mystical note. The Christian faith began to contend with -scepticism, the Gothic spire with the Greek façade, religious -sanctity with worldly beauty. This is why St. Peter’s -at Rome is so significant; in that colossal erection Christianity -is struggling to come alive, the Church turns pagan, -and Michael Angelo uses the walls of the Sistine Chapel -to depict Jesus Christ as a brawny athlete, a Hercules in -the flower of youth and strength.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After this date church architecture fell into utter decadence, -till it became a mere reproduction, in varying proportions, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_346'>346</span>either of St. Peter’s or of ancient Greek temples. -There is one Parthenon at Paris which is called the -Church of the Madeleine, and another at New York, -which is used as the Exchange.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Without faith and without special circumstances, it was -hard to build anything with life about it. All modern -churches are misfits and pretentious anachronisms, like -those angular Gothic churches with which the English -ornament their towns and offend every artistic eye.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But the circumstances in which Vitberg drew his plans, -his own personality, and the Emperor’s temperament, all -these were quite exceptional.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The war of 1812 had a profound effect upon men’s -minds in Russia, and it was long after the liberation of -Moscow before the general emotion and excitement subsided. -Then foreign events, the taking of Paris, the history -of the Hundred Days, expectations and rumours, Waterloo, -Napoleon on board the <i>Bellerophon</i>, mourning for -the dead and anxiety for the living, the returning armies, -the warriors restored to their homes,—all this had a strong -effect upon the least susceptible natures. Now imagine a -young man, an artist and a mystic, endowed with creative -power, and also an enthusiast spurred on by current -events, by the Tsar’s challenge, and by his own genius.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Near Moscow, between the Mozhaisk and Kaluga -roads, a modest eminence dominates the whole city. Those -are the Sparrow Hills of which I spoke in my early recollections. -They command one of the finest views of all -Moscow. Here it was that Ivan the Terrible, still young -and unhardened, shed tears at the sight of his capital on -<span class='pageno' id='Page_347'>347</span>fire; and here that the priest Silvester met him and by -his stern rebuke changed for twenty years to come the -nature of that monster and man of genius.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Napoleon and his army marched round these hills. -There his strength was broken, and there his retreat -began. What better site for a temple in memory of 1812 -than the farthest point reached by the enemy?</p> - -<p class='c008'>But this was not enough. It was Vitberg’s intention to -convert the hill itself into the lowest part of the cathedral, -to build a colonnade to the river, and then, on a foundation -laid on three sides by nature herself, to erect a second -and a third church. But all the three churches made one; -for Vitberg’s cathedral, like the chief dogma of Christianity, -was both triple and indivisible.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The lowest of the three churches, hewn in the rock, -was a parallelogram in the shape of a coffin or dead body. -All that was visible was a massive entrance supported on -columns of almost Egyptian size; the church itself was -hidden in the primitive unworked rock. It was lighted by -lamps in high Etruscan candelabra; a feeble ray of daylight -from the second church passed into it through a -transparent picture of the Nativity. All the heroes who -fell in 1812 were to rest in this crypt; a perpetual mass -was to be said there for those who had fallen on the field -of battle; and the names of them all, from the chief commanders -to the private soldiers, were to be engraved on -the walls.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the top of this coffin or cemetery rose the second -church, in the form of a Greek cross with limbs of equal -length spreading to the four quarters, a temple of life, of -suffering, of labour. The colonnade which led up to it -was adorned with statues of the Patriarchs and Judges. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_348'>348</span>At the entrance were the Prophets; they stood outside -the church, pointing out the way which they could not -tread themselves. Inside this temple the Gospel story and -the Acts of the Apostles were represented on the walls.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Above this building, crowning it, completing it, and -including it, the third church was to be built in the shape -of the Pantheon. It was brightly lighted, as the home of -the Spirit, of unbroken peace, of eternity; and eternity -was represented by its shape. Here there were no pictures -or sculpture; but there was an exterior frieze representing -the archangels, and the whole was surmounted by a -colossal dome.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sad is my present recollection of Vitberg’s main idea; -he had worked it out in every detail, in complete accordance -at every point with Christian theology and architectural -beauty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This astonishing man spent a whole lifetime over his -conception. It was his sole occupation during the ten -years that his trial lasted; in poverty and exile, he devoted -several hours of each day to his cathedral. He lived in -it; he could not believe that it would never be built; his -whole life—his memories, his consolations, his fame—was -wrapped up in that portfolio.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It may be that in the future, when the martyr is dead, -some later artist may shake the dust from those leaves -and piously give to the world that record of suffering, -those plans over which the strong man, after his brief -hour of glory had gone out, spent a life of darkness and -pain.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His plan was full of genius, and startling in its extravagance; -for this reason Alexander chose it, and for this -reason it should have been carried out. It is said that the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_349'>349</span>hill could never have supported such a building; but I -do not believe it, especially in view of all the modern -triumphs of engineering in America and England, those -suspension-bridges and tunnels which a train takes eight -minutes to pass through.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Milorádovitch advised Vitberg to have granite monoliths -for the great pillars of the lowest church. Someone -pointed out that the process of bringing these from Finland -would be very costly. “That is the very reason why -we should get them,” answered Milorádovitch; “if there -were granite quarries on the Moscow River, where would -be the wonder in erecting the pillars?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Milorádovitch was a soldier, but he understood the -element of romance in war and in other things. Magnificent -ends are gained by magnificent means. Nature alone -attains to greatness without effort.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chief accusation brought against Vitberg, even by -those who never doubted his honesty, was this, that he -had accepted the post of director of the works. As an -artist without experience, and a young man ignorant of -finance, he should have been content with his position -as architect. This is true.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is easy to sit in one’s chair and condemn Vitberg for -this. But he accepted the post just because he was young -and inexperienced, because nothing seemed hard when -once his plans had been accepted, because the Tsar himself -offered him the post, encouraged him, and supported -him. Whose head would not have been turned? Where -are these sober, sensible, self-controlled people? If they -exist, they are not capable of constructing colossal plans, -they cannot make stones speak.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_350'>350</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>As a matter of course, Vitberg was soon surrounded by -a swarm of rascals, men who look on state employment -merely as a lucky chance to line their own pockets. It is -easy to understand that such men would undermine Vitberg -and set traps for him; yet he might have climbed -out of these but for something else—had not envy in -some quarters, and injured dignity in others, been added -to general dishonesty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were three other members of the commission as -well as Vitberg—the Archbishop Philaret, the Governor of -Moscow, and Kushnikov, a Judge of the Supreme Court; -and all three resented from the first the presence of this -“whipper-snapper,” who actually ventured to state his -objections and insist on his own opinions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They helped others to entangle and defame him, and -then they destroyed him without a qualm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Two events contributed to this catastrophe, the fall of -the Minister, Prince A. N. Golitsyn, and then the death -of Alexander.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Minister’s fall dragged Vitberg down with it. He -felt the full weight of that disaster: the Commission complained, -the Archbishop was offended, the Governor was -dissatisfied. His replies were called insolent—insolence -was one of the main charges brought against him on his -trial—and it was said that his subordinates stole—as if -there was a single person in the public service in Russia -who refrains from stealing! It is possible, indeed, that -his agents stole more than usual; for he was quite inexperienced -in the management of reformatories or the -detection of highly placed thieves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Alexander ordered Arakchéyev to investigate the affair. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_351'>351</span>He himself was sorry for Vitberg and sent a message to -say that he was convinced of the architect’s honesty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Alexander died and Arakchéyev fell. Under -Nicholas, Vitberg’s affair at once assumed a more threatening -aspect. It dragged on for ten years, and the absurdity -of the proceedings is incredible. The Supreme Court dismissed -charges taken as proved by the Criminal Court, -and charged him with guilt of which he had been acquitted; -the committee of ministers found him guilty on all -the charges; and the Emperor Nicholas added to the -original sentence banishment to Vyatka.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So Vitberg was banished, having been discharged from -the public service “for abusing the confidence of the -Emperor Alexander and for squandering the revenues of -the Crown.” A claim was brought against him for a million -<i>roubles</i>—I think that was the sum; all his property was -seized and sold by auction, and a report was spread that -he had transferred an immense sum of money to America.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I lived for two years in the same house with Vitberg and -kept up constant relations with him till I left Vyatka. He -had not saved even enough for his daily bread, and his -family lived in the direst poverty.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In order to throw light on this trial and all similar trials -in Russia, I shall add two trifling details.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Vitberg bought a forest for building material from a -merchant named Lobanov, but, before the trees were -felled, offered to take another forest instead which was -nearer the river and belonged to the same owner. Lobanov -agreed; the trees were felled and the timber floated down -the river. More timber was needed at a later date, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_352'>352</span>Vitberg bought the first forest over again. Hence arose -the famous charge that he had paid twice over for the -same timber. The unfortunate Lobanov was put in prison -on this charge and died there.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Of the second affair I was myself an eye-witness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Vitberg bought up land with a view to his cathedral. -His idea was that the serfs, when transferred with the -land he had bought, should bind themselves to supply a -fixed number of workmen to be employed on the cathedral; -in this way they acquired complete freedom from -all other burdens for themselves and their community. -It is amusing to note that our judges, being also landowners, -objected to this measure as a form of slavery!</p> - -<p class='c008'>One estate which Vitberg wished to buy belonged to -my father. It lay on the bank of the Moscow River; stone -had been found there, and Vitberg got leave from my -father to make a geological inspection, in order to determine -how much stone there was. After obtaining leave, -Vitberg had to go off to Petersburg.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Three months later my father learned that the quarrying -operations were being carried out on a great scale, and -that the peasants’ cornfields were buried under blocks of -stone. His protests were not listened to, and he went to -law. There was a stubborn contest. The defendants tried -at first to throw all the blame on Vitberg, but, unfortunately -for them, it turned out that he had given no orders -whatever, and that the Commission had done the whole -thing during his absence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The case was referred to the Supreme Court, which -surprised everyone by coming to a fairly reasonable decision. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_353'>353</span>The stone which had been quarried was to belong -to the landowner, as compensation for the injury to his -fields; the Crown funds spent on the work were to be -repaid, to the amount of 100,000 <i>roubles</i>, by those who -had signed the contract for the work. The signatories were -Prince Golitsyn, the Archbishop, and Kushnikov. Of -course there was a great outcry, and the matter was referred -to the Tsar.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Tsar ordered that the payment should not be -exacted, because—as he wrote with his own hand—“the -members of the Commission did not know what they were -signing”! This is actually printed in the journals of the -Supreme Court. Even if the Archbishop was bound by -his cloth to display humility, what are we to think of the -other two magnates who accepted the Tsar’s generosity -under such conditions?</p> - -<p class='c008'>But where was the money to be found? Crown property, -we are told, can neither be burnt by fire nor drowned -in water—it can only be stolen, we might add. Without -hesitation a general of the Staff was sent in haste to Moscow -to clear matters up.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He did so, restored order, and settled everything in -the course of a few days. The stone was to be taken from -the landowner, to defray the expenses of the quarry, -though, if the landowner wished to keep the stone, he -might do so on payment of 100,000 <i>roubles</i>. The landowner -was not to receive special compensation, because -the value of his property had been increased by the discovery -of a new source of wealth (that is really a noble -touch!)—but a certain law of Peter the Great’s sanctioned -the payment of so many <i>kopecks</i> an acre for the damage -done to the peasants’ fields.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_354'>354</span>The real sufferer was my father. It is hardly necessary -to add that this business of the stone quarry figured after -all among the charges brought against Vitberg at his trial.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Vitberg had been living in exile at Vyatka for two years -when the merchants of the town determined to build a -new church.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their plans surprised the Tsar Nicholas when they -were submitted to him. He confirmed them and gave -orders to the local authorities that the builders were not -to mar the architect’s design.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Who made these plans?” he asked of the minister.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Vitberg, Your Majesty.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do you mean the same Vitberg?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The same man, Your Majesty.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And so it happened that Vitberg, most unexpectedly, -got permission to return to Moscow or Petersburg. When -he asked leave to clear his character, it was refused; but -when he made skilful plans for a church, the Tsar ordered -his restoration—as if there had ever been a doubt of his -artistic capacity!</p> - -<p class='c008'>In Petersburg, where he was starving for bread, he -made a last attempt to defend his honour. It was a complete -failure. He applied to Prince A. N. Golitsyn; but -the Prince thought it impossible to open the question -again, and advised Vitberg to address a humble petition -for pecuniary assistance to the Crown Prince. He said -that Zhukovski and himself would interest themselves in -the matter, and held out hopes of a gift of 1,000 <i>roubles</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Vitberg refused.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I visited Petersburg for the last time at the beginning -<span class='pageno' id='Page_355'>355</span>of winter in 1846, and there I saw Vitberg. He was quite -a wreck; even his wrath against his enemies, which I had -admired so much in former days, had begun to cool down; -he had ceased to hope and was making no endeavour to -escape from his position; a calm despair was making an -end of him; he was breaking up altogether and only waiting -for death.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Whether the sufferer is still living, I do not know, but -I doubt it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But for my children,” he said to me at parting, “I -would tear myself away from Russia and beg my bread -over the world; wearing my Cross of Vladímir, I would -hold out calmly to the passer-by that hand which the Tsar -Alexander grasped, and tell him of my great design and -the fate of an artist in Russia.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Poor martyr,” thought I, “Europe shall learn your -fate—I promise you that.”</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> - -<p class='c018'>My intimacy with Vitberg was a great relief to me at -Vyatka. His serious simplicity and a certain solemnity -of manner suggested the churchman to some extent. Strict -in his principles, he tended in general to austerity rather -than enjoyment; but this strictness took nothing from the -luxuriance and richness of his artistic fancy. He could -invest his mystical views with such lively forms and such -beautiful colouring that objections died on your lips, and -you felt reluctant to examine and pull to pieces the glimmering -forms and shadowy pictures of his imagination.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His mysticism was partly due to his Scandinavian blood. -It was the same play of fancy combined with cool reflection -<span class='pageno' id='Page_356'>356</span>which we see in Swedenborg;<a id='r106' /><a href='#f106' class='c016'><sup>[106]</sup></a> and that in its turn -resembles the fiery reflection of the sun’s rays when they -fall on the ice-covered mountains and snows of Norway.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f106'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r106'>106</a>. </span>Emmanuel Swedenborg (1688-1772), a Swedish mystic and -founder of a sect.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Though I was shaken for a time by Vitberg’s influence, -my positive turn of mind held its own nevertheless. It -was not my destiny to be carried up to the third heaven; -I was born to inhabit earth alone. Tables never turn at -my touch, rings never quiver when I look at them. The -daylight of thought is my element, not the moonlight of -imagination.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But I was more inclined to the mystical standpoint -when I lived with Vitberg than at any other period of my -life.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was much to support Vitberg’s influence—the -loneliness of exile, the strained and pietistic tone of the -letters I received from home, the love which was mastering -my whole being with ever increasing power, and an -oppressive feeling of remorse for my own misconduct.<a id='r107' /><a href='#f107' class='c016'><sup>[107]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f107'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r107'>107</a>. </span>He refers to an intrigue he was carrying on at Vyatka.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Two years later I was again influenced by ideas partly -religious and partly socialistic, which I took from the -Gospel and from Rousseau; my position was that of some -French thinkers, such as Pierre Leroux.<a id='r108' /><a href='#f108' class='c016'><sup>[108]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f108'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r108'>108</a>. </span>A French publicist and disciple of Saint Simon, -1797-1871.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>My friend Ogaryóv plunged even before I did into the -waves of mysticism. In 1833 he began to write a libretto -for Gebel’s oratorio of <i>Paradise Lost</i>; and he wrote to -me that the whole history of humanity was included in -that poem! It appears therefore that he then considered -the paradise of his aspirations to have existed already and -disappeared from view.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_357'>357</span>In 1838 I wrote from this point of view some historical -scenes which I supposed at the time to be dramatic. They -were in verse. In one I represented the strife between -Christianity and the ancient world, and told how St. Paul, -when entering Rome, raised a young man from the dead -to enter on a new life. Another described the contest of -the Quakers against the Church of England, and the departure -of William Penn for America.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The mysticism of the Gospel soon gave way in my mind -to the mysticism of science; but I was fortunate enough -to escape from the latter as well in course of time.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>But now I must go back to the modest little town which -was called Chlynov until Catherine II changed its name -to Vyatka; what her motive was, I do not know, unless -it was her Finnish patriotism.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In that dreary distant backwater of exile, separated -from all I loved, surrounded by the unclean horde of officials, -and exposed without defence to the tyranny of the -Governor, I met nevertheless with many warm hearts and -friendly hands, and there I spent many happy hours which -are sacred in recollection.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Where are you now, and how are you, my snowbound -friends? It is twenty years since we met. I suppose you -have grown old, as I have; you are thinking about marrying -your daughters, and have given up drinking champagne -by the bottle and tossing off bumpers of vodka. -Which of you has made a fortune, and which has lost it? -Which has risen high in the official world, and which is -laid low by the palsy? Above all, do you still keep alive -the memory of our free discussions? Do those chords -<span class='pageno' id='Page_358'>358</span>still resound that were struck so vigorously by our common -friendship and our common resentment?</p> - -<p class='c008'>I am unchanged, as you know, for I suspect that -rumour flies from the banks of the Thames as far as you. -I think of you sometimes, and always with affection. I -have kept some letters of those former days, and some of -them I regard as treasures and love to read over again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I am not ashamed to confess to you,” writes one young -friend on January 26, 1838, “that my heart is full of -bitterness. Help me for the sake of that life to which you -summoned me; help me with your advice. I want to learn; -make me a list of books, lay down any programme you -like; I will work my hardest, if you will point the way. -It would be sinful of you to discourage me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I bless you,” another wrote to me just after I had left -Vyatka, “as the husbandman blesses the rain which gives -life to his unfertilized field.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I copy out these lines, not from vanity, but because -they are very precious to me. This appeal to young hearts -and their generous reply, and the unrest I was able to -awaken in them—this is my compensation for nine months -spent in prison and three years at Vyatka.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>There is one thing more. Twice a week the post from -Moscow came to Vyatka. With what excitement I waited -near the post-office while the letters were sorted! How my -heart beat as I broke the seal of my letter from home and -searched inside for a little enclosure, written on thin paper -in a wonderfully small and beautiful hand!</p> - -<p class='c008'>I did not read that in the post-office. I walked slowly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_359'>359</span>home, putting off the happy moment and feasting on the -thought that the letter was there.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These letters have all been preserved. I left them at -Moscow when I quitted Russia. Though I longed to read -them over, I was afraid to touch them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Letters are more than recollections, the very life blood -of the past is stored up in them; they <i>are</i> the past, exactly -as it was, preserved from destruction and decay.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Is it really necessary once again to know, to see, to -touch with hands which age has covered with wrinkles, -what once you wore on your wedding-day?<a id='r109' /><a href='#f109' class='c016'><sup>[109]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f109'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r109'>109</a>. </span>These letters were from Herzen’s cousin, Natálya -Zakhárin, who became his wife in 1838.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_360'>360</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER X</h2> -</div> -<p class='c021'>The Crown Prince at Vyatka—The Fall of Tufáyev—Transferred -to Vladímir—The Inspector’s Enquiry.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>THE Crown Prince<a id='r110' /><a href='#f110' class='c016'><sup>[110]</sup></a> is coming to Vyatka! The -Crown Prince is travelling through Russia, to see -the country and to be seen himself! This news -was of interest to everyone and of special interest, of -course, to the Governor. In his haste and confusion, he -issued a number of ridiculous and absurd orders—for -instance, that the peasants along the road should wear -their holiday <i>kaftáns</i>, and that all boardings in the towns -should be repainted and all sidewalks mended. A poor -widow who owned a smallish house in Orlóv informed the -mayor that she had no money to repair her sidewalk; the -mayor reported this to the Governor, and the Governor -ordered the floors of her house to be pulled up—the sidewalks -there were made of wood—and, if that was insufficient, -the repairs were to be done at the public cost and -the money to be refunded by the widow, even if she had -to sell her house by auction for the purpose. Things did -<span class='pageno' id='Page_361'>361</span>not go to the length of an auction, but the widow’s floors -were torn up.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f110'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r110'>110</a>. </span>Afterwards Alexander II.</p> -</div> - -</div> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Fifty <i>versts</i> from Vyatka is the spot where the wonder-working -<i>ikon</i> of St. Nicholas was revealed to the people -of Novgorod. When they moved to Vyatka, they took the -<i>ikon</i> with them; but it disappeared and turned up again -by the Big River, fifty <i>versts</i> away. The people removed -it again; but they took a vow that, if the <i>ikon</i> would -stay with them, they would carry it in solemn procession -once a year—on the twenty-third of May, I think,—to -the Big River. This is the chief summer holiday in the -Government of Vyatka. The <i>ikon</i> is despatched along -the river on a richly decorated barge the day before, accompanied -by the Bishop and all the clergy in their full -robes. Hundreds of boats of every description, filled with -peasants and their wives, native tribesmen and shopkeepers, -make up a lively scene, as they sail in the wake -of the Saint. In front of all sails the Governor’s barge, -decorated with scarlet cloth. It is a remarkable sight. The -people gather from far and near in tens of thousands, -wait on the bank for the arrival of the Saint, and move -about in noisy crowds round the little village by the river. -It is remarkable that the native Votyaks and Cheremisses -and even Tatars, though they are not Christians, come -in crowds to pray to the <i>ikon</i>. The festival, indeed, wears -a purely pagan aspect. Natives and Russians alike bring -calves and sheep as offerings up to the wall of the monastery; -they slaughter them on the spot, and the Abbot repeats -prayers and blesses and consecrates the meat, which -is offered at a special window on the inner side of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_362'>362</span>monastery enclosure. The meat is then distributed to the -people. In old times it was given away, but nowadays -the monks receive a few pence for each piece. Thus the -peasant who has presented an entire calf has to spend a -trifle in order to get a bit of veal for his own eating. The -court of the monastery is filled with beggars, cripples, -blind men, and sufferers from all sorts of deformity; they -sit on the ground and sing out in chorus for alms. The -gravestones round the church are used as seats by boys, -the sons of priests and shopmen; armed with an ink-bottle, -each offers to write out names of the dead, that their -souls may be prayed for. “Who wants names written?” -they call out, and the women crowd round them and repeat -the names. The boys scratch away with their pens -with a professional air and repeat the names after them—“Marya, -Marya, Akulina, Stepanida, Father Ioann, Matrona—no, -no! auntie, half a <i>kopeck</i> is all you gave me; -but I can’t take less than five <i>kopecks</i> for such a lot—Ioann, -Vasilissa, Iona, Marya, Yevpraxia, and the baby -Katherine.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The church is tightly packed, and the female worshippers -differ oddly in their preferences: one hands a candle -to her neighbour with precise directions that it is to be -offered to “the guest,” <i>i.e.</i>, the Saint who is there on a -visit, while another woman prefers “the host,” <i>i.e.</i>, the -local Saint. During the ceremonies the monks and attendant -acolytes from Vyatka are never sober; they stop at all -the large villages along the way, and the peasants stand -treat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This ancient and popular festival was celebrated on -the twenty-third of May. But the Prince was to arrive -on May 19, and the Governor, wishing to please his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_363'>363</span>august visitor, changed the date of the festival; what -harm could it do, if St. Nicholas paid his visit three days -too soon? The Abbot’s consent was necessary; but he was -fortunately a man of the world and raised no difficulty -when the Governor proposed to keep the twenty-third of -May on the nineteenth.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Instructions of various kinds came from Petersburg; -for instance, it was ordered that each provincial capital -should organise an exhibition of the local products and -manufactures; and the animal, vegetable, and mineral -products were to be kept separate. This division into kingdoms -perplexed our office not a little, and puzzled even the -Governor himself. Wishing not to make mistakes, he decided, -in spite of the bad relations between us, to seek -my advice. “Now, honey, for example,” he said, “where -would you put honey? And that gilt frame—how can we -settle where that belongs?” My replies showed that I -had surprisingly exact information concerning the three -natural kingdoms, and he proposed that I should undertake -the arrangement of the exhibition.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I was still putting in order wooden spoons and native -costumes, honey and iron trellis-work, when an awful -rumour spread through the town that the Mayor of Orlóv -had been arrested. The Governor’s face turned yellow, -and he even seemed unsteady in his gait.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A week before the Prince arrived, the Mayor of Orlóv -wrote to the Governor that the widow whose floors had -<span class='pageno' id='Page_364'>364</span>been torn up was making a disturbance, and that a rich -and well-known merchant of the town declared his intention -of telling the whole story to the Prince on his -arrival. The Governor dealt very ingeniously with this -firebrand; he recalled with satisfaction the precedent of -Petrovski, and ordered that the merchant, being suspected -of insanity, should be sent to Vyatka for examination. -Thus the matter would drag on till the Prince left the -province; and that would be the end of it. The mayor -did what he was told, and the merchant was placed in -the hospital at Vyatka.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last the Prince arrived. He greeted the Governor -coldly and took no further notice of him, and he sent his -own physician at once to examine the merchant. He knew -all about it by this time. For the widow had presented her -petition at Orlóv, and then the merchants and shop people -had told the whole story. The Governor grew more and -more crest-fallen. The affair looked bad. The mayor had -said plainly that he acted throughout on the written orders -of the Governor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the physician came back, he reported that the -merchant was perfectly sane. That was a finishing stroke -for the Governor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At eight in the evening the Prince visited the exhibition -with his suite. The Governor conducted him; but he made -a terrible hash of his explanations, till two of the suite, -Zhukovski<a id='r111' /><a href='#f111' class='c016'><sup>[111]</sup></a> and Arsenyev, seeing that things were not -going well, invited me to do the honours; and I took the -party round.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f111'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r111'>111</a>. </span>The famous man of letters (1783-1852) who acted as tutor -to Alexander. Arsenyev undertook the scientific side of the Prince’s -education.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_365'>365</span>The young Prince had not the stern expression of his -father; his features suggested rather good nature and indolence. -Though he was only about twenty, he was beginning -to grow stout. The few words he addressed to me -were friendly, and he had not the hoarse abrupt utterance -of his uncle Constantine.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the Prince left the exhibition, Zhukovski asked -me what had brought me to Vyatka; he was surprised -to find in such a place an official who could speak like a -gentleman. He offered at once to speak to the Prince about -me; and he actually did all that he could. The Prince suggested -to his father that I should be allowed to return to -Petersburg; the Emperor said that this would be unfair -to the other exiles, but, owing to the Prince’s intercession, -he ordered that I should be transferred to Vladímir. This -was an improvement in point of position, as Vladímir is -700 <i>versts</i> nearer Moscow. But of this I shall speak later.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>In the evening there was a ball at the assembly-rooms. -The musicians, who had been summoned for the occasion -from one of the factories of the province, arrived in the -town helplessly drunk. The Governor rose to the emergency: -the performers were all shut up in prison twenty-four -hours before the ball, marched straight from prison -to the orchestra, and kept there till the ball was over.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The ball was a dull, ill-arranged affair, both mean and -motley, as balls always are in small towns on great occasions. -The police-officers bustled up and down; the officials, -in full uniform, squeezed up against the walls; the -ladies crowded round the Prince, just as savages mob a -traveller from Europe.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_366'>366</span>Apropos of the ladies, I may tell a story. One of the -towns offered a “collation” after their exhibition. The -Prince partook of nothing but a single peach; when he -had eaten it, he threw the stone out of the window. Suddenly -a tall figure emerged from the crowd of officials -standing outside the building; it was a certain rural judge, -well known for his irregular habits; he walked deliberately -up to the window, picked up the stone, and put it -in his pocket. When the collation was over, he went up -to one of the important ladies and offered her the stone; -she was charmed to get such a treasure. Then he went -to several other ladies and made them happy in the same -way. He had bought five peaches and cut out the stones. -Not one of the six ladies could ever be sure of the authenticity -of her prize.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>When the Prince had gone, the Governor prepared with a -heavy heart to exchange his satrapy for a place on the -bench of the Supreme Court at home; but he was not so -fortunate as that.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Three weeks later the post brought documents from -Petersburg addressed to “The Acting Governor of the -Province.” Our office was a scene of confusion; officials -came and went; we heard that an edict had been received, -but the Governor pretended illness and kept his house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>An hour later we heard that Tufáyev had been dismissed -from his office; and that was all that the edict -said about him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The whole town rejoiced over his fall. While he ruled, -the atmosphere was impure, stale, and stifling; now one -<span class='pageno' id='Page_367'>367</span>could breathe more freely. And yet it was hateful to see -the triumph of his subordinates. Asses in plenty raised -their heels against this stricken wild-boar. To compare -small things with great, the meanness of mankind was -shown as clearly then as when Napoleon fell. Between -Tufáyev and me there had been an open breach for a long -time; and if he had not been turned out himself, he would -certainly have sent me to some frontier town like Kai. -I had therefore no reason to change my behaviour towards -him; but others, who only the day before had pulled off -their hats at the sight of his carriage and run at his nod, -who had smiled at his spaniel and offered their snuffboxes -to his valet—these same men now would hardly salute -him and made the whole town ring with their protests -against the irregularities which he had committed and -they had shared in. All this is an old story and repeats -itself so regularly from age to age, in all places, that we -must accept this form of baseness as a universal trait of -human nature, and, at all events, not be surprised by it.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> - -<p class='c018'>His successor, Kornilov, soon made his appearance. He -was a very different sort of person—a man of about fifty, -tall and stout, rather flabby in appearance, but with an -agreeable smile and gentlemanly manners. He formed -all his sentences with strict grammatical accuracy and -used a great number of words; in fact, he spoke with -a clearness which was capable, by its copiousness, of -obscuring the simplest topic. He had been at school with -Púshkin and had served in the Guards; he bought all the -new French books, liked to talk on serious topics, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_368'>368</span>gave me a copy of Tocqueville’s<a id='r112' /><a href='#f112' class='c016'><sup>[112]</sup></a> <i>Democracy in America</i> -the day after he arrived at Vyatka.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f112'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r112'>112</a>. </span>Alexis de Tocqueville, a French statesman and publicist -(1805-1859).</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>It was a startling change. The same rooms, the same -furniture, but, instead of the Tatar tax-collector with the -face of an Esquimo and the habits of a Siberian, a theorist -with a tincture of pedantry but a gentleman none the less. -Our new Governor had intelligence, but his intellect -seemed to give light only and no warmth, like a bright -day in winter which ripens no fruit though it is pleasant -enough. He was a terrible formalist too, though not of -the red-tape variety; it is not easy to describe the type, -but it was just as tiresome as all varieties of formalism -are.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As the new Governor had a real wife, the official residence -lost its ultra-bachelor characteristics; it became -monogamous. As a consequence of this, the members of -the Council became quite domestic characters: these bald -old gentlemen, instead of boasting over their conquests, -now spoke with tender affection of their lawful wives, although -these ladies were past their prime and either -angular and bony, or so fat that it was impossible for a -surgeon to draw blood from them.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Some years before he came to us, Kornilov, being then -a colonel in the Guards, was appointed Civil Governor -of a provincial town, and entered at once upon business -of which he knew nothing. Like all new brooms, he began -by reading every official paper that was submitted to him. -He came across a certain document from another Government -<span class='pageno' id='Page_369'>369</span>which he could not understand, though he read it -through several times.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He rang for his secretary and gave it to him to read. -But the secretary also was unable to explain the matter -clearly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What will you do with this document,” asked Kornilov, -“if I pass it on to the office?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I shall hand it to Desk III—it is in their department.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So the chief of Desk III will know what to do?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Certainly, Your Excellency; he has been in charge of -that desk for six years.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Please summon him to me.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chief came, and Kornilov handed him the paper -and asked what should be done. The clerk ran through it -hastily, and then said a question must be asked of the -Crown Court and instructions given to the inspector of -rural police.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What instructions?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The clerk seemed puzzled; at last he said that, though -it was difficult to state them on the spot, it was easy to -write them down.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There is a chair; will you be good enough to write -now?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The clerk took a pen, wrote rapidly and confidently, -and soon produced the two documents.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Governor took them and read them through; he -read them through again; he could make nothing of them. -“Well,” he used to say afterwards, “I saw that it really -was in the form of an answer to the original document; -so I plucked up courage and signed it. The answer gave -entire satisfaction; I never heard another word about it.”</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_370'>370</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§9</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>The announcement of my transference to Vladímir arrived -before Christmas. My preparations were quickly -made, and I started off.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I said a cordial good-bye to society at Vyatka; in that -distant town I had made two or three real friends among -the young merchants. They vied with one another in showing -sympathy and friendship for the outcast. Several -sledges accompanied me to the first stopping-place, and, -in spite of my protests, a whole cargo of eatables and -drinkables was placed on my conveyance. Next day I -reached Yaransk.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After Yaransk the road passes through endless pine-forests. -There was moonlight and hard frost as my small -sledge slid along the narrow track. I have never since seen -such continuous forests. They stretch all the way to Archangelsk, -and reindeer occasionally find their way through -them to the Government of Vyatka. Most of the wood is -suitable for building purposes. The fir-trees seemed to -file past my sledge like soldiers; they were remarkably -straight and high, and covered with snow, under which -their black needles stuck out like bristles. I fell asleep -and woke again—and there were the armies of the pines -still marching past at a great rate, and sometimes shaking -off the snow. There are small clearings where the horses -are changed; you see a small house half-hidden in the -trees and the horses tethered to a tree-trunk, and hear -their bells jingling; a couple of native boys in embroidered -shirts run out, still rubbing their eyes; the driver has a -dispute with the other driver in a hoarse alto voice; then -he calls out “All right!” and strikes up a monotonous song—and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_371'>371</span>the endless procession of pine-trees and snow-drifts -begins again.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§10</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Just as I got out of the Government of Vyatka, I came -in contact for the last time with the officials, and this final -appearance was quite in their best manner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We stopped at a post-house, and the driver began to -unharness the horses. A tall peasant appeared at the door -and asked who I was.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What business is that of yours?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I am the inspector’s messenger, and he told me to ask.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Very well: go to the office and you will find my passport -there.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The peasant disappeared but returned in a moment -and told the driver that he could not have fresh horses.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was too much. I jumped out of the sledge and -entered the house. The inspector was sitting on a bench -and dictating to a clerk; both were half-seas over. On -another bench in a corner a man was sitting, or rather -lying, with fetters on his feet and hands. There were -several bottles in the room, glasses, and a litter of papers -and tobacco ash on the table.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Where is the inspector?” I called out loudly, as I -went in.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I am the inspector,” was the reply. I had seen the man -before in Vyatka; his name was Lazarev. While speaking -he stared very rudely at me—and then rushed towards -me with open arms.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It must be remembered that, after Tufáyev’s fall, the -officials, seeing that his successor and I were on fairly -good terms, were a little afraid of me.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_372'>372</span>I kept him off with my hand, and asked in a very serious -voice: “How could you order that I was to have no horses? -What an absurdity to detain travellers on the high road!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It was only a joke; I hope you won’t be angry about -it.” Then he shouted at his messenger: “Horses! horses -at once! What are you standing there for, you idiot?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I hope you will have a cup of tea with some rum in -it,” he said to me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, thank you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Perhaps we have some champagne”; he rushed to the -bottles, but they were all empty.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What are you doing here?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Holding an enquiry; this fine fellow took an axe and -killed his father and sister. There was a quarrel and he -was jealous.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And so you celebrate the occasion with champagne?” -I said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The man looked confused. I glanced at the murderer. -He was a Cheremiss of about twenty; there was nothing -savage about his face; it was of purely Oriental type with -narrow flashing eyes and black hair.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was so disgusted by the whole scene that I went out -again into the yard. The inspector ran out after me, with -a bottle of rum in one hand and a glass in the other, and -pressed me to have a drink.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In order to get rid of him, I accepted. He caught me by -the arm and said: “I am to blame, I admit; but I hope -you will not mention the facts to His Excellency and so -ruin an honest man.” As he spoke, he caught hold of my -hand and actually kissed it, repeating a dozen times over, -“In God’s name, don’t ruin an honest man!” I pulled -away my hand in disgust and said:</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_373'>373</span>“You needn’t be afraid; what need have I to tell tales?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But can’t I do you some service?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes; you can make them harness the horses quicker.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Look alive there!” he shouted out, and soon began -tugging at the straps himself.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§11</h3> - -<p class='c018'>I never forgot this incident. Nine years later I was in -Petersburg for the last time; I had to visit the Home -Office to arrange about a passport. While I was talking -to the secretary in charge, a gentleman walked through -the room, distributing friendly handshakes to the magnates -of the office and condescending bows to the lesser lights. -“Hang it! it can’t surely be him!” I thought. “Who is -that?” I asked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“His name is Lazarev; he is specially employed by the -Minister and is a great man here.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Did he serve once as inspector in the Government -of Vyatka?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He did.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I congratulate you, gentlemen! Nine years ago that -man kissed my hand!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>It must be allowed that the Minister knew how to -choose his subordinates.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_374'>374</span> - <h2 class='c010'>CHAPTER XI</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>The Beginning of my Life at Vladímir.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c014'>§1</h3> -<p class='drop-capa0_25_0_7 c015'>WHEN we had reached Kosmodemyansk and -I came out to take my seat in the sledge, I -saw that the horses were harnessed three -abreast in Russian fashion; and the bells jingled cheerfully -on the yoke worn by the wheeler.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In Perm and Vyatka they harness the horses differently—either -in single file, or one leader with two wheelers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My heart beat fast with joy, to see the Russian fashion -again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now let us see how fast you can go!” I said to the lad -sitting with a professional air on the box of the sledge. -He wore a sheepskin coat with the wool inside, and such -stiff gloves that he could hardly bring two fingers together -to clutch the coin I offered him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Very good, Sir. Gee up, my beauties!” said the lad. -Then he turned to me and said, “Now, Sir, just you hold -on; there’s a hill coming where I shall let the horses go.” -The hill was a steep descent to the Volga, along which -the track passed in winter.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_375'>375</span>He did indeed let the horses go. As they galloped down -the hill, the sledge, instead of moving decently forwards, -banged like a cracker from side to side of the road. The -driver was intensely pleased; and I confess that I, being -a Russian, enjoyed it no less.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In this fashion I drove into the year 1838—the best -and brightest year of my life. Let me tell you how I saw -the New Year in.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§2</h3> - -<p class='c018'>About eighty <i>versts</i> from Nizhni, my servant Matthew -and I went into a post-house to warm ourselves. The frost -was keen, and it was windy as well. The post-master, a -thin and sickly creature who aroused my compassion, was -writing out a way-bill, repeating each letter as he wrote -it, and making mistakes all the same. I took off my fur -coat and walked about the room in my long fur boots. -Matthew warmed himself at the red-hot stove, the post-master -muttered to himself, and the wooden clock on the -wall ticked with a feeble, jerky sound.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Look at the clock, Sir,” Matthew said to me; “it will -strike twelve immediately, and the New Year will begin.” -He glanced half-enquiringly at me and then added, “I -shall bring in some of the things they put on the sledge -at Vyatka.” Without waiting for an answer, he hurried -off in search of the bottles and a parcel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Matthew, of whom I shall say more in future, was -more than a servant—he was my friend, my younger -brother. A native of Moscow, he had been handed over -to our old friend Sonnenberg, to learn the art of bookbinding, -about which Sonnenberg himself knew little -enough; later, he was transferred to my service.</p> - -<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_376'>376</span>I knew that I should have hurt Matthew by refusing, -and I had really no objection myself to making merry in -the post-house. The New Year is itself a stage in life’s -journey.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He brought in a ham and champagne.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The wine was frozen hard, and the ham was frosted -over with ice; we had to chop it with an axe, but <i>à la -guerre comme à la guerre</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A Happy New Year,” we all cried. And I had cause -for happiness. I was travelling back in the right direction, -and every hour brought me nearer to Moscow—my heart -was full of hope.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As our frozen champagne was not much to the taste -of the post-master, I poured an equal quantity of rum -into his glass; and this new form of “half and half” was -a great success.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The driver, whom I invited to drink with us, was even -more thoroughgoing in his methods: he poured pepper -into the foaming wine, stirred it up with a spoon, and -drank the glass at one gulp; then he sighed and added -with a sort of groan, “That was fine and hot.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The post-master himself helped me into the sledge, and -was so zealous in his attentions that he dropped a lighted -candle into the hay and failed to find it afterwards. He -was in great spirits and kept repeating, “A Happy New -Year for me too, thanks to you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The “heated” driver touched up the horses, and we -started.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§3</h3> - -<p class='c018'>At eight on the following evening I arrived at Vladímir -and stopped at an inn which is described with perfect -<span class='pageno' id='Page_377'>377</span>accuracy in <i>The Tarantas</i>,<a id='r113' /><a href='#f113' class='c016'><sup>[113]</sup></a> with its queer menu in Russian-French -and its vinegar for claret.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f113'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r113'>113</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, <i>The Travelling Carriage</i>, a novel by -Count Sologub.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“Someone was asking for you this morning,” said the -waiter, after reading the name on my passport; “perhaps -he’s waiting in the bar now.” The waiter’s head displayed -that dashing parting and noble curl over the ear which -used to be the distinguishing marks of Russian waiters -and are now peculiar to them and Prince Louis Napoleon.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I could not guess who this could be.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But there he is,” added the waiter, standing aside. -What I first saw was not a man at all but an immense -tray piled high with all sorts of provisions—cake and -biscuits, apples and oranges, eggs, almonds and raisins; -then behind the tray came into view the white beard and -blue eyes belonging to the bailiff on my father’s estate -near Vladimir.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Gavrilo Semyónitch!” I cried out, and rushed into his -arms. His was the first familiar face, the first link with -the past, that I had met since the period of prison and -exile began. I could not look long enough at the old man’s -intelligent face, I could not say enough to him. To me he -represented nearness to Moscow, to my home and my -friends: he had seen them all three days before and -brought me greetings from them all. How could I feel that -I was really far from them?</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§4</h3> - -<p class='c018'>The Governor of Vladimir was a man of the world who -had lived long enough to attain a temper of cool indifference. -He was a Greek and his name was Kuruta. He took -my measure at once and abstained from the least attempt -<span class='pageno' id='Page_378'>378</span>at severity. Office work was never even hinted at—the -only duty he asked me to undertake was that I should -edit the Provincial Gazette in collaboration with the local -schoolmaster.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was familiar with this business, as I had started the -unofficial part of the Gazette at Vyatka. By the way, one -article which I published there nearly landed my successor -in a scrape. In describing the festival on the Big River, -I said that the mutton offered to St. Nicholas used to be -given away to the poor but was now sold. This enraged the -Abbot, and the Governor had some difficulty in pacifying -him.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§5</h3> - -<p class='c018'>Provincial Gazettes were first introduced in the year -1837. It was Bludov, the Minister of the Interior, who -conceived the idea of training in publicity the land of -silence and dumbness. Bludov, known as the continuator -of Karamzín’s History—though he never added a line to -it—and as the author of the Report on the Decembrist -Revolution—which had better never have been written—was -one of those doctrinaire statesmen who came to the -front in the last years of Alexander’s reign. They were -able, educated, honest men; they had belonged in their -youth to the Literary Club of Arzamas;<a id='r114' /><a href='#f114' class='c016'><sup>[114]</sup></a> they wrote Russian -well, had patriotic feelings, and were so much interested -in the history of their country that they had no -leisure to bestow on contemporary events. They all worshipped -the immortal memory of Karamzín, loved Zhukovski, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_379'>379</span>knew Krylóv<a id='r115' /><a href='#f115' class='c016'><sup>[115]</sup></a> by heart, and used to travel to Moscow -on purpose to talk to Dmítriev<a id='r116' /><a href='#f116' class='c016'><sup>[116]</sup></a> in his house there. I -too used to visit there in my student days; but I was -armed against the old poet by prejudices in favour of -romanticism, by my acquaintance with N. Polevói, and by -a secret feeling of dissatisfaction that Dmítriev, being a -poet, should also be Minister of Justice. Though much was -expected of them, they did nothing; but that is the fate of -doctrinaires in all countries. Perhaps they would have left -more lasting traces behind them if Alexander had lived; -but Alexander died, and they never got beyond the mere -wish to do the state some service.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f114'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r114'>114</a>. </span>Zhukovski and Púshkin both belonged to this club. It -carried on a campaign against Shishkóv and other opponents of the new -developments in Russian style.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f115'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r115'>115</a>. </span>Krylóv (1768-1844), the famous writer of fables.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f116'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r116'>116</a>. </span>Dmítriev, a poet once famous, who lived long enough to -welcome Púshkin.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>At Monaco there is a monument to one of their Princes -with this inscription. “Here rests Prince Florestan”—I -forget his number—“who wished to make his subjects -happy.” Our doctrinaires also wished to make Russia -happy, but they reckoned without their host. I don’t know -who prevented Florestan; but it was our Florestan<a id='r117' /><a href='#f117' class='c016'><sup>[117]</sup></a> who -prevented them. They were forced to take a part in the -steady deterioration of Russia, and all the reforms they -could introduce were useless, mere alterations of forms -and names. Every Russian in authority considers it his -highest duty to rack his brains for some novelty of this -kind; the change is generally for the worse and sometimes -leaves things exactly as they were. Thus the name -of ‘secretary’ has given place to a Russian equivalent in -the public offices of the provinces, but the duties are not -changed. I remember how the Minister of Justice put forward -<span class='pageno' id='Page_380'>380</span>a proposal for necessary changes in the uniform of -civilian officials. It began with great pomp and circumstance—“Having -taken special notice of the lack of uniformity -in the cut and fashion of certain uniforms worn -by the civilian department, and having adopted as a principle -...,” etc.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f117'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r117'>117</a>. </span><i>I.e.</i>, the Emperor Nicholas.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Beset by this itch for novelty the Minister of the Interior -made changes with regard to the officers who administer -justice in the rural districts. The old judges lived -in the towns and paid occasional visits to the country; -their successors have their regular residence in the country -and pay occasional visits to the towns. By this reform all -the peasants came under the immediate scrutiny of the -police. The police penetrated into the secrets of the peasant’s -commerce and wealth, his family life, and all the -business of his community; and the village community -had been hitherto the last refuge of the people’s life. The -only redeeming feature is this—there are many villages -and only two judges to a district.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§6</h3> - -<p class='c018'>About the same time the same Minister excogitated the -Provincial Gazettes. Our Government, while utterly contemptuous -of education, makes pretensions to be literary; -and whereas, in England, for example, there are no Government -newspapers at all, every public department in -Russia publishes its own organ, and so does the Academy, -and so do the Universities. We have papers to represent -the mining interest and the pickled-herring interest, the -interests of Frenchmen and Germans, the marine interest -and the land-carriage interest, all published at the expense -of Government. The different departments contract for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_381'>381</span>articles, just as they contract for fire-wood and candles, -the only difference being that in the former case there is -no competition; there is no lack of general surveys, invented -statistics, and fanciful conclusions based on the -statistics. Together with a monopoly in everything else, -the Government has assumed a monopoly of nonsense; -ordering everyone to be silent, it chatters itself without -ceasing. In continuation of this system, Bludov ordered -that each provincial Government should publish its own -Gazette, and that each Gazette should include, as well as -the official news, a department for history, literature and -the like.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No sooner said than done. In fifty provincial Governments -they were soon tearing their hair over this unofficial -part. Priests from the theological seminaries, doctors -of medicine, schoolmasters, anyone who was suspected of -being able to spell correctly—all these were pressed into -the service. These recruits reflected, read up the leading -newspapers and magazines, felt nervous, took the plunge, -and finally produced their little articles.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To see oneself in print is one of the strongest artificial -passions of an age corrupted by books. But it requires -courage, nevertheless, except in special circumstances, to -venture on a public exhibition of one’s productions. -People who would not have dreamed of publishing their -articles in the <i>Moscow Gazette</i> or the Petersburg newspapers, -now began to print their writings in the privacy -of their own houses. Thus the dangerous habit of possessing -an organ of one’s own took root, and men became -accustomed to publicity. And indeed it is not a bad thing -to have a weapon which is always ready for use. A printing -press, like the human tongue, has no bones.</p> -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_382'>382</span> - <h3 class='c014'>§7</h3> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>My colleague in the editorship had taken his degree at -Moscow University and in the same faculty as myself. -The end of his life was too tragical for me to speak of -him with a smile; but, down to the day of his death, he -was an exceedingly absurd figure. By no means stupid, -he was excessively clumsy and awkward. His exceptional -ugliness had no redeeming feature, and there was an abnormal -amount of it. His face was nearly twice as large -as most people’s and marked by small-pox; he had the -mouth of a codfish which spread from ear to ear; his -light-grey eyes were lightened rather than shaded by -colourless eye-lashes; his scalp had a meagre covering of -bristly hair; he was moreover taller by a head than myself,<a id='r118' /><a href='#f118' class='c016'><sup>[118]</sup></a> -with a slouching figure and very slovenly habits.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f118'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r118'>118</a>. </span>Herzen himself was a very tall, large man.</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>His very name was such that it once caused him to be -arrested. Late one evening, wrapped up in his overcoat, -he was walking past the Governor’s residence, with a field-glass -in his hand. He stopped and aimed the glass at the -heavens. This astonished the sentry, who probably reckoned -the stars as Government property: he challenged -the rapt star-gazer—“Who goes there?” “Nebába,”<a id='r119' /><a href='#f119' class='c016'><sup>[119]</sup></a> -answered my colleague in a deep bass voice, and gazed -as before.</p> - -<div class='fn'> - -<div class='footnote' id='f119'> -<p class='c017'><span class='label'><a href='#r119'>119</a>. </span>The word means in Russian “Not a woman.”</p> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“Don’t play the fool with me—I’m on duty,” said the -sentry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I tell you that I am Nebába!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The soldier’s patience was exhausted: he rang the bell, -a serjeant appeared, the sentry handed the astronomer -<span class='pageno' id='Page_383'>383</span>over to him, to be taken to the guard-room. “They’ll find -out there,” as he said, “whether you’re a woman or not.” -And there he would certainly have stayed till the morning, -had not the officer of the day recognised him.</p> -<h3 class='c014'>§8</h3> - -<p class='c018'>One morning Nebába came to my room to tell me that -he was going to Moscow for a few days, and he smiled -with an air that was half shy and half sentimental. Then -he added, with some confusion, “I shall not return alone.” -“Do you mean that ...?” “Yes, I am going to be -married,” he answered bashfully. I was astonished at the -heroic courage of the woman who was willing to marry -this good-hearted but monstrously ugly suitor. But a fortnight -later I saw the bride at his house; she was eighteen -and, if no beauty, pretty enough, with lively eyes; and -then I thought him the hero.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Six weeks had not passed before I saw that things were -going badly with my poor Orson. He was terribly depressed, -corrected his proofs carelessly, never finished -his article on “The Migration of Birds,” and could not -fix his attention on anything; at times it seemed to me -that his eyes were red and swollen. This state of things -did not last long. One day as I was going home, I noticed -a crowd of boys and shopkeepers running towards the -churchyard. I walked after them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nebába’s body was lying near the church wall, and a -rifle lay beside him. He had shot himself opposite the -windows of his own house; the string with which he had -pulled the trigger was still attached to his foot. The police-surgeon -blandly assured the crowd that the deceased had -<span class='pageno' id='Page_384'>384</span>suffered no pain; and the police prepared to carry his body -to the station.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nature is cruel to the individual. What dark forebodings -filled the breast of this poor sufferer, before he made -up his mind to use his piece of string and stop the pendulum -which measured out nothing to him but insult and -suffering? And why was it so? Because his father was -consumptive or his mother dropsical? Likely enough. But -what right have we to ask for reasons or for justice? What -is it that we seek to call to account? 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