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.[A factdescribed by Lineff in his "Transportation".] Before the injuredconvict stood a convoy soldier, and a black-bearded prisoner withmanacles on one hand and a look of gloom on his face, which heturned now to the officer, now to the prisoner with the littlegirl.The officer repeated his orders for the soldiers to take away thegirl.The murmur among the prisoners grew louder."All the way from Tomsk they were not put on," came a hoarsevoice from some one in the rear."It's a child, and not a puppy.""What's he to do with the lassie? That's not the law," said someone else."Who's that?" shouted the officer as if he had been stung, andrushed into the crowd."I'll teach you the law.Who spoke.You? You?""Everybody says so, because-" said a short, broad-faced prisoner.Before he had finished speaking the officer hit him in the face."Mutiny, is it? I'll show you what mutiny means.I'll have youall shot like dogs, and the authorities will be only toothankful.Take the girl."The crowd was silent.One convoy soldier pulled away the girl,who was screaming desperately, while another manacled theprisoner, who now submissively held out his hand.Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 305"Take her to the women," shouted the officer, arranging his swordbelt.The little girl, whose face had grown quite red, was trying todisengage her arms from under the shawl, and screamedunceasingly.Mary Pavlovna stepped out from among the crowd andcame up to the officer."Will you allow me to carry the little girl?" she said."Who are you?" asked the officer."A political prisoner."Mary Pavlovna's handsome face, with the beautiful prominent eyes(he had noticed her before when the prisoners were given into hischarge), evidently produced an effect on the officer.He lookedat her in silence as if considering, then said: "I don't care;carry her if you like.It is easy for you to show pity; if he ranaway who would have to answer?""How could he run away with the child in his arms?" said MaryPavlovna."I have no time to talk with you.Take her if you like.""Shall I give her?" asked the soldier."Yes, give her.""Come to me," said Mary Pavlovna, trying to coax the child tocome to her.But the child in the soldier's arms stretched herself towards herfather and continued to scream, and would not go to MaryPavlovna."Wait a bit, Mary Pavlovna," said Maslova, getting a rusk out ofher bag; "she will come to me."The little girl knew Maslova, and when she saw her face and therusk she let her take her.All was quiet.The gates were opened,and the gang stepped out, the convoy counted the prisoners overagain, the bags were packed and tied on to the carts, the weakseated on the top.Maslova with the child in her arms took herplace among the women next to Theodosia.Simonson, who had allthe time been watching what was going on, stepped with large,determined strides up to the officer, who, having given hisorders, was just getting into a trap, and said, "You have behavedbadly.""Get to your place; it is no business of yours.""It is my business to tell you that you have behaved badly and Ihave said it," said Simonson, looking intently into the officer'sface from under his bushy eyebrows.Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 306"Ready? March!" the officer called out, paying no heed toSimonson, and, taking hold of the driver's shoulder, he got intothe trap.The gang started and spread out as it stepped on to themuddy high road with ditches on each side, which passed through adense forest.CHAPTER III.MARY PAVLOVNA.In spite of the hard conditions in which they were placed, lifeamong the political prisoners seemed very good to Katusha afterthe depraved, luxurious and effeminate life she had led in townfor the last six years, and after two months' imprisonment withcriminal prisoners.The fifteen to twenty miles they did per day,with one day's rest after two days' marching, strengthened herphysically, and the fellowship with her new companions opened outto her a life full of interests such as she had never dreamed of.People so wonderful (as she expressed it) as those whom she wasnow going with she had not only never met but could not even haveimagined."There now, and I cried when I was sentenced," she said."Why, Imust thank God for it all the days of my life.I have learned toknow what I never should have found out else."The motives she understood easily and without effort that guidedthese people, and, being of the people, fully sympathised withthem.She understood that these persons were for the people andagainst the upper classes, and though themselves belonging to theupper classes had sacrificed their privileges, their liberty andtheir lives for the people.This especially made her value andadmire them.She was charmed with all the new companions, butparticularly with Mary Pavlovna, and she was not only charmedwith her, but loved her with a peculiar, respectful and rapturouslove.She was struck by the fact that this beautiful girl, thedaughter of a rich general, who could speak three languages, gaveaway all that her rich brother sent her, and lived like thesimplest working girl, and dressed not only simply, but poorly,paying no heed to her appearance.This trait and a completeabsence of coquetry was particularly surprising and thereforeattractive to Maslova.Maslova could see that Mary Pavlovna knew,and was even pleased to know, that she was handsome, and yet theeffect her appearance had on men was not at all pleasing to her;she was even afraid of it, and felt an absolute disgust to alllove affairs.Her men companions knew it, and if they feltattracted by her never permitted themselves to show it to her,but treated her as they would a man; but with strangers, whooften molested her, the great physical strength on which sheprided herself stood her in good stead."It happened once," she said to Katusha, "that a man followed mein the street and would not leave me on any account.At last Igave him such a shaking that he was frightened and ran away."Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 307She became a revolutionary, as she said, because she felt adislike to the life of the well-to-do from childhood up, andloved the life of the common people, and she was always beingscolded for spending her time in the servants' hall, in thekitchen or the stables instead of the drawing-room."And I found it amusing to be with cooks and the coachmen, anddull with our gentlemen and ladies," she said."Then when I cameto understand things I saw that our life was altogether wrong; Ihad no mother and I did not care for my father, and so when I wasnineteen I left home, and went with a girl friend to work as afactory hand."After she left the factory she lived in the country, thenreturned to town and lived in a lodging, where they had a secretprinting press.There she was arrested and sentenced to hardlabour.Mary Pavlovna said nothing about it herself, but Katushaheard from others that Mary Pavlovna was sentenced because, whenthe lodging was searched by the police and one of therevolutionists fired a shot in the dark, she pleaded guilty.As soon as she had learned to know Mary Pavlovna, Katusha noticedthat, whatever the conditions she found herself in, Mary Pavlovnanever thought of herself, but was always anxious to serve, tohelp some one, in matters small or great.One of her presentcompanions, Novodvoroff, said of her that she devoted herself tophilanthropic amusements.And this was true.The interest of herwhole life lay in the search for opportunities of serving others [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.[A factdescribed by Lineff in his "Transportation".] Before the injuredconvict stood a convoy soldier, and a black-bearded prisoner withmanacles on one hand and a look of gloom on his face, which heturned now to the officer, now to the prisoner with the littlegirl.The officer repeated his orders for the soldiers to take away thegirl.The murmur among the prisoners grew louder."All the way from Tomsk they were not put on," came a hoarsevoice from some one in the rear."It's a child, and not a puppy.""What's he to do with the lassie? That's not the law," said someone else."Who's that?" shouted the officer as if he had been stung, andrushed into the crowd."I'll teach you the law.Who spoke.You? You?""Everybody says so, because-" said a short, broad-faced prisoner.Before he had finished speaking the officer hit him in the face."Mutiny, is it? I'll show you what mutiny means.I'll have youall shot like dogs, and the authorities will be only toothankful.Take the girl."The crowd was silent.One convoy soldier pulled away the girl,who was screaming desperately, while another manacled theprisoner, who now submissively held out his hand.Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 305"Take her to the women," shouted the officer, arranging his swordbelt.The little girl, whose face had grown quite red, was trying todisengage her arms from under the shawl, and screamedunceasingly.Mary Pavlovna stepped out from among the crowd andcame up to the officer."Will you allow me to carry the little girl?" she said."Who are you?" asked the officer."A political prisoner."Mary Pavlovna's handsome face, with the beautiful prominent eyes(he had noticed her before when the prisoners were given into hischarge), evidently produced an effect on the officer.He lookedat her in silence as if considering, then said: "I don't care;carry her if you like.It is easy for you to show pity; if he ranaway who would have to answer?""How could he run away with the child in his arms?" said MaryPavlovna."I have no time to talk with you.Take her if you like.""Shall I give her?" asked the soldier."Yes, give her.""Come to me," said Mary Pavlovna, trying to coax the child tocome to her.But the child in the soldier's arms stretched herself towards herfather and continued to scream, and would not go to MaryPavlovna."Wait a bit, Mary Pavlovna," said Maslova, getting a rusk out ofher bag; "she will come to me."The little girl knew Maslova, and when she saw her face and therusk she let her take her.All was quiet.The gates were opened,and the gang stepped out, the convoy counted the prisoners overagain, the bags were packed and tied on to the carts, the weakseated on the top.Maslova with the child in her arms took herplace among the women next to Theodosia.Simonson, who had allthe time been watching what was going on, stepped with large,determined strides up to the officer, who, having given hisorders, was just getting into a trap, and said, "You have behavedbadly.""Get to your place; it is no business of yours.""It is my business to tell you that you have behaved badly and Ihave said it," said Simonson, looking intently into the officer'sface from under his bushy eyebrows.Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 306"Ready? March!" the officer called out, paying no heed toSimonson, and, taking hold of the driver's shoulder, he got intothe trap.The gang started and spread out as it stepped on to themuddy high road with ditches on each side, which passed through adense forest.CHAPTER III.MARY PAVLOVNA.In spite of the hard conditions in which they were placed, lifeamong the political prisoners seemed very good to Katusha afterthe depraved, luxurious and effeminate life she had led in townfor the last six years, and after two months' imprisonment withcriminal prisoners.The fifteen to twenty miles they did per day,with one day's rest after two days' marching, strengthened herphysically, and the fellowship with her new companions opened outto her a life full of interests such as she had never dreamed of.People so wonderful (as she expressed it) as those whom she wasnow going with she had not only never met but could not even haveimagined."There now, and I cried when I was sentenced," she said."Why, Imust thank God for it all the days of my life.I have learned toknow what I never should have found out else."The motives she understood easily and without effort that guidedthese people, and, being of the people, fully sympathised withthem.She understood that these persons were for the people andagainst the upper classes, and though themselves belonging to theupper classes had sacrificed their privileges, their liberty andtheir lives for the people.This especially made her value andadmire them.She was charmed with all the new companions, butparticularly with Mary Pavlovna, and she was not only charmedwith her, but loved her with a peculiar, respectful and rapturouslove.She was struck by the fact that this beautiful girl, thedaughter of a rich general, who could speak three languages, gaveaway all that her rich brother sent her, and lived like thesimplest working girl, and dressed not only simply, but poorly,paying no heed to her appearance.This trait and a completeabsence of coquetry was particularly surprising and thereforeattractive to Maslova.Maslova could see that Mary Pavlovna knew,and was even pleased to know, that she was handsome, and yet theeffect her appearance had on men was not at all pleasing to her;she was even afraid of it, and felt an absolute disgust to alllove affairs.Her men companions knew it, and if they feltattracted by her never permitted themselves to show it to her,but treated her as they would a man; but with strangers, whooften molested her, the great physical strength on which sheprided herself stood her in good stead."It happened once," she said to Katusha, "that a man followed mein the street and would not leave me on any account.At last Igave him such a shaking that he was frightened and ran away."Get any book for free on: www.Abika.com The Resurrection 307She became a revolutionary, as she said, because she felt adislike to the life of the well-to-do from childhood up, andloved the life of the common people, and she was always beingscolded for spending her time in the servants' hall, in thekitchen or the stables instead of the drawing-room."And I found it amusing to be with cooks and the coachmen, anddull with our gentlemen and ladies," she said."Then when I cameto understand things I saw that our life was altogether wrong; Ihad no mother and I did not care for my father, and so when I wasnineteen I left home, and went with a girl friend to work as afactory hand."After she left the factory she lived in the country, thenreturned to town and lived in a lodging, where they had a secretprinting press.There she was arrested and sentenced to hardlabour.Mary Pavlovna said nothing about it herself, but Katushaheard from others that Mary Pavlovna was sentenced because, whenthe lodging was searched by the police and one of therevolutionists fired a shot in the dark, she pleaded guilty.As soon as she had learned to know Mary Pavlovna, Katusha noticedthat, whatever the conditions she found herself in, Mary Pavlovnanever thought of herself, but was always anxious to serve, tohelp some one, in matters small or great.One of her presentcompanions, Novodvoroff, said of her that she devoted herself tophilanthropic amusements.And this was true.The interest of herwhole life lay in the search for opportunities of serving others [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]