The fact alluded8 to above is the successful attempt on the life of Mr. de P— — the President of the notorious Repressive Commission of some years ago, the Minister of State invested with extraordinary powers. The newspapers made noise enough about that fanatical, narrow-chested figure in gold-laced uniform, with a face of crumpled9 parchment, insipid10, bespectacled eyes, and the cross of the Order of St. Procopius hung under the skinny throat. For a time, it may be remembered, not a month passed without his portrait appearing in some one of the illustrated11 papers of Europe. He served the monarchy12 by imprisoning13, exiling, or sending to the gallows14 men and women, young and old, with an equable, unwearied industry. In his mystic acceptance of the principle of autocracy15 he was bent16 on extirpating17 from the land every vestige18 of anything that resembled freedom in public institutions; and in his ruthless persecution19 of the rising generation he seemed to aim at the destruction of the very hope of liberty itself.
It is said that this execrated20 personality had not enough imagination to be aware of the hate he inspired. It is hardly credible21; but it is a fact that he took very few precautions for his safety. In the preamble22 of a certain famous State paper he had declared once that “the thought of liberty has never existed in the Act of the Creator. From the multitude of men’s counsel nothing could come but revolt and disorder23; and revolt and disorder in a world created for obedience24 and stability is sin. It was not Reason but Authority which expressed the Divine Intention. God was the Autocrat25 of the Universe . . . .” It may be that the man who made this declaration believed that heaven itself was bound to protect him in his remorseless defence of Autocracy on this earth.
No doubt the vigilance of the police saved him many times; but, as a matter of fact, when his appointed fate overtook him, the competent authorities could not have given him any warning. They had no knowledge of any conspiracy26 against the Minister’s life, had no hint of any plot through their usual channels of information, had seen no signs, were aware of no suspicious movements or dangerous persons.
Mr. de P—— was being driven towards the railway station in a two-horse uncovered sleigh with footman and coachman on the box. Snow had been falling all night, making the roadway, uncleared as yet at this early hour, very heavy for the horses. It was still falling thickly. But the sleigh must have been observed and marked down. As it drew over to the left before taking a turn, the footman noticed a peasant walking slowly on the edge of the pavement with his hands in the pockets of his sheepskin coat and his shoulders hunched28 up to his ears under the falling snow. On being overtaken this peasant suddenly faced about and swung his arm. In an instant there was a terrible shock, a detonation29 muffled30 in the multitude of snowflakes; both horses lay dead and mangled31 on the ground and the coachman, with a shrill32 cry, had fallen off the box mortally wounded. The footman (who survived) had no time to see the face of the man in the sheepskin coat. After throwing the bomb this last got away, but it is supposed that, seeing a lot of people surging up on all sides of him in the falling snow, and all running towards the scene of the explosion, he thought it safer to turn back with them.
In an incredibly short time an excited crowd assembled round the sledge33. The Minister- President, getting out unhurt into the deep snow, stood near the groaning34 coachman and addressed the people repeatedly in his weak, colourless voice: “I beg of you to keep off: For the love of God, I beg of you good people to keep off.”
It was then that a tall young man who had remained standing35 perfectly36 still within a carriage gateway37, two houses lower down, stepped out into the street and walking up rapidly flung another bomb over the heads of the crowd. It actually struck the Minister-President on the shoulder as he stooped over his dying servant, then falling between his feet exploded with a terrific concentrated violence, striking him dead to the ground, finishing the wounded man and practically annihilating38 the empty sledge in the twinkling of an eye. With a yell of horror the crowd broke up and fled in all directions, except for those who fell dead or dying where they stood nearest to the Minister-President, and one or two others who did not fall till they had run a little way.
The first explosion had brought together a crowd as if by enchantment39, the second made as swiftly a solitude40 in the street for hundreds of yards in each direction. Through the falling snow people looked from afar at the small heap of dead bodies lying upon each other near the carcases of the two horses. Nobody dared to approach till some Cossacks of a street-patrol galloped41 up and, dismounting, began to turn over the dead. Amongst the innocent victims of the second explosion laid out on the pavement there was a body dressed in a peasant’s sheepskin coat; but the face was unrecognisable, there was absolutely nothing found in the pockets of its poor clothing, and it was the only one whose identity was never established.
That day Mr. Razumov got up at his usual hour and spent the morning within the University buildings listening to the lectures and working for some time in the library. He heard the first vague rumour42 of something in the way of bomb-throwing at the table of the students’ ordinary, where he was accustomed to eat his two o’clock dinner. But this rumour was made up of mere43 whispers, and this was Russia, where it was not always safe, for a student especially, to appear too much interested in certain kinds of whispers. Razumov was one of those men who, living in a period of mental and political unrest, keep an instinctive44 hold on normal, practical, everyday life. He was aware of the emotional tension of his time; he even responded to it in an indefinite way. But his main concern was with his work, his studies, and with his own future.
Officially and in fact without a family (for the daughter of the Archpriest had long been dead), no home influences had shaped his opinions or his feelings. He was as lonely in the world as a man swimming in the deep sea. The word Razumov was the mere label of a solitary45 individuality. There were no Razumovs belonging to him anywhere. His closest parentage was defined in the statement that he was a Russian. Whatever good he expected from life would be given to or withheld47 from his hopes by that connexion alone. This immense parentage suffered from the throes of internal dissensions, and he shrank mentally from the fray48 as a good-natured man may shrink from taking definite sides in a violent family quarrel.
Razumov, going home, reflected that having prepared all the matters of the forthcoming examination, he could now devote his time to the subject of the prize essay. He hankered after the silver medal. The prize was offered by the Ministry49 of Education; the names of the competitors would be submitted to the Minister himself. The mere fact of trying would be considered meritorious50 in the higher quarters; and the possessor of the prize would have a claim to an administrative51 appointment of the better sort after he had taken his degree. The student Razumov in an access of elation52 forgot the dangers menacing the stability of the institutions which give rewards and appointments. But remembering the medallist of the year before, Razumov, the young man of no parentage, was sobered. He and some others happened to be assembled in their comrade’s rooms at the very time when that last received the official advice of his success. He was a quiet, unassuming young man: “ Forgive me,” he had said with a faint apologetic smile and taking up his cap, “ I am going out to order up some wine. But I must first send a telegram to my folk at home. I say! Won’t the old people make it a festive53 time for the neighbours for twenty miles around our place.”
Razumov thought there was nothing of that sort for him in the world. His success would matter to no one. But he felt no bitterness against the nobleman his protector, who was not a provincial54 magnate as was generally supposed. He was in fact nobody less than Prince K— — once a great and splendid figure in the world and now, his day being over, a Senator and a gouty invalid55, living in a still splendid but more domestic manner. He had some young children and a wife as aristocratic and proud as himself.
In all his life Razumov was allowed only once to come into personal contact with the Prince.
It had the air of a chance meeting in the little attorney’s office. One day Razumov, coming in by appointment, found a stranger standing there — a tall, aristocratic-looking Personage with silky, grey sidewhiskers. The bald-headed, sly little lawyer-fellow called out, “Come in — come in, Mr. Razumov,” with a sort of ironic56 heartiness57. Then turning deferentially58 to the stranger with the grand air, “A ward27 of mine, your, Excellency. One of the most promising59 students of his faculty60 in the St. Petersburg University.”
To his intense surprise Razumov saw a white shapely hand extended to him. He took it in great confusion (it was soft and passive) and heard at the same time a condescending61 murmur62 in which he caught only the words “Satisfactory” and “Persevere.” But the most amazing thing of all was to feel suddenly a distinct pressure of the white shapely hand just before it was withdrawn63: a light pressure like a secret sign. The emotion of it was terrible. Razumov’s heart seemed to leap into his throat. When he raised his eyes the aristocratic personage, motioning the little lawyer aside, had opened the door and was going out.
The attorney rummaged64 amongst the papers on his desk for a time. “Do you know who that was?” he asked suddenly.
Razumov, whose heart was thumping65 hard yet, shook his head in silence.
“That was Prince K——. You wonder what he could be doing in the hole of a poor legal rat like myself — eh? These awfully66 great people have their sentimental67 curiosities like common sinners. But if I were you, Kirylo Sidorovitch,” he continued, leering and laying a peculiar68 emphasis on the patronymic,” I wouldn’t boast at large of the introduction. It would not be prudent69, Kirylo Sidorovitch. Oh dear no! It would be in fact dangerous for your future.”
The young man’s ears burned like fire; his sight was dim. “That man!” Razumov was saying to himself. “He!”
Henceforth it was by this monosyllable that Mr. Razumov got into the habit of referring mentally to the stranger with grey silky side-whiskers. >From that time too, when walking in the more fashionable quarters, he noted70 with interest the magnificent horses and carriages with Prince K——‘s liveries on the box. Once he saw the Princess get out — she was shopping — followed by two girls, of which one was nearly a head taller than the other. Their fair hair hung loose down their backs in the English style; they had merry eyes, their coats, muffs, and little fur caps were exactly alike, and their cheeks and noses were tinged71 a cheerful pink by the frost. They crossed the pavement in front of him, and Razumov went on his way smiling shyly to himself. “His” daughters. They resembled “Him.” The young man felt a glow of warm friendliness72 towards these girls who would never know of his existence. Presently they would marry Generals or Kammerherrs and have girls and boys of their own, who perhaps would be aware of him as a celebrated73 old professor, decorated, possibly a Privy74 Councillor, one of the glories of Russia — nothing more!
But a celebrated professor was a somebody. Distinction would convert the label Razumov into an honoured name. There was nothing strange in the student Razumov’s wish for distinction. A man’s real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love. Returning home on the day of the attempt on Mr. de P——‘s life Razumov resolved to have a good try for the silver medal.
Climbing slowly the four flights of the dark, dirty staircase in the house where he had his lodgings75, he felt confident of success. The winner’s name would be published in the papers on New Year’s Day. And at the thought that “He” would most probably read it there, Razumov stopped short on the stairs for an instant, then went on smiling faintly at his own emotion. “This is but a shadow,” he said to himself,” but the medal is a solid beginning.”
With those ideas of industry in his head the warmth of his room was agreeable and encouraging. “I shall put in four hours of good work,” he thought. But no sooner had he closed the door than he was horribly startled. All black against the usual tall stove of white tiles gleaming in the dusk, stood a strange figure, wearing a skirted, close-fitting, brown cloth coat strapped76 round the waist, in long boots, and with a little Astrakhan cap on its head. It loomed77 lithe78 and martial79. Razumov was utterly80 confounded. It was only when the figure advancing two paces asked in an untroubled, grave voice if the outer door was closed that he regained81 his power of speech.
“Haldin! . . . Victor Victorovitch! . . . Is that you? . . . Yes. The outer door is shut all right. But this is indeed unexpected.”
Victor Haldin, a student older than most of his contemporaries at the University, was not one of the industrious82 set. He was hardly ever seen at lectures; the authorities had marked him as “restless” and “unsound “— very bad notes. But he had a great personal prestige with his comrades and influenced their thoughts. Razumov had never been intimate with him. They had met from time to time at gatherings83 in other students’ houses. They had even had a discussion together — one of those discussions on first principles dear to the sanguine84 minds of youth.
Razumov wished the man had chosen some other time to come for a chat. He felt in good trim to tackle the prize essay. But as Haldin could not be slightingly dismissed Razumov adopted the tone of hospitality, asking him to sit down and smoke.
“Kirylo Sidorovitch,” said the other, flinging off his cap, “we are not perhaps in exactly the same camp. Your judgment85 is more philosophical86. You are a man of few words, but I haven’t met anybody who dared to doubt the generosity87 of your sentiments. There is a solidity about your character which cannot exist without courage.”
Razumov felt flattered and began to murmur shyly something about being very glad of his good opinion, when Haldin raised his hand.
“That is what I was saying to myself,” he continued, “as I dodged88 in the woodyard down by the river-side. ‘He has a strong character this young man,’ I said to myself. ‘He does not throw his soul to the winds.’ Your reserve has always fascinated me, Kirylo Sidorovitch. So I tried to remember your address. But look here — it was a piece of luck. Your dvornik was away from the gate talking to a sleigh-driver on the other side of the street. I met no one on the stairs, not a soul. As I came up to your floor I caught sight of your landlady89 coming out of your rooms. But she did not see me. She crossed the landing to her own side, and then I slipped in. I have been here two hours expecting you to come in every moment.”
Razumov had listened in astonishment90; but before he could open his mouth Haldin added, speaking deliberately,” It was I who removed de P—— this morning.” Razumov kept down a cry of dismay. The sentiment of his life being utterly ruined by this contact with such a crime expressed itself quaintly91 by a sort of half- derisive92 mental exclamation93, “There goes my silver medal!”
Haldin continued after waiting a while —
“You say nothing, Kirylo Sidorovitch! I understand your silence. To be sure, I cannot expect you with your frigid94 English manner to embrace me. But never mind your manners. You have enough heart to have heard the sound of weeping and gnashing of teeth this man raised in the land. That would be enough to get over any philosophical hopes. He was uprooting95 the tender plant. He had to be stopped. He was a dangerous man — a convinced man. Three more years of his work would have put us back fifty years into bondage96 — and look at all the lives wasted, at all the souls lost in that time.”
His curt97, self-confident voice suddenly lost its ring and it was in a dull tone that he added, “Yes, brother, I have killed him. It’s weary work.”
Razumov had sunk into a chair. Every moment he expected a crowd of policemen to rush in. There must have been thousands of them out looking for that man walking up and down in his room. Haldin was talking again in a restrained, steady voice. Now and then he flourished an arm, slowly, without excitement.
He told Razumov how he had brooded for a year; how he had not slept properly for weeks. He and “Another “ had a warning of the Minister’s movements from “a certain person” late the evening before. He and that “Another” prepared their “engines” and resolved to have no sleep till “the deed” was done. They walked the streets under the falling snow with the “engines” on them, exchanging not a word the livelong night. When they happened to meet a police patrol they took each other by the arm and pretended to be a couple of peasants on the spree. They reeled and talked in drunken hoarse98 voices. Except for these strange outbreaks they kept silence, moving on ceaselessly. Their plans had been previously99 arranged. At daybreak they made their way to the spot which they knew the sledge must pass. When it appeared in sight they exchanged a muttered good-bye and separated. The “other” remained at the corner, Haldin took up a position a little farther up the street . . . .
After throwing his “engine” he ran off and in a moment was overtaken by the panic-struck people flying away from the spot after the second explosion. They were wild with terror. He was jostled once or twice. He slowed down for the rush to pass him and then turned to the left into a narrow street. There he was alone.
He marvelled100 at this immediate101 escape. The work was done. He could hardly believe it. He fought with an almost irresistible102 longing46 to lie down on the pavement and sleep. But this sort of faintness — a drowsy103 faintness — passed off quickly. He walked faster, making his way to one of the poorer parts of the town in order to look up Ziemianitch.
This Ziemianitch, Razumov understood, was a sort of town-peasant who had got on; owner of a small number of sledges104 and horses for hire. Haldin paused in his narrative105 to exclaim —
“A bright spirit! A hardy106 soul! The best driver in St. Petersburg. He has a team of three horses there. . . . Ah! He’s a fellow!”
This man had declared himself willing to take out safely, at any time, one or two persons to the second or third railway station on one of the southern lines. But there had been no time to warn him the night before. His usual haunt seemed to be a low-class eating-house on the outskirts107 of the town. When Haldin got there the man was not to be found. He was not expected to turn up again till the evening. Haldin wandered away restlessly.
He saw the gate of a woodyard open and went in to get out of the wind which swept the bleak108 broad thoroughfare. The great rectangular piles of cut wood loaded with snow resembled the huts of a village. At first the watchman who discovered him crouching109 amongst them talked in a friendly manner. He was a dried-up old man wearing two ragged110 army coats one over the other; his wizened111 little face, tied up under the jaw112 and over the ears in a dirty red handkerchief, looked comical. Presently he grew sulky, and then all at once without rhyme or reason began to shout furiously.
“Aren’t you ever going to clear out of this, you loafer? We know all about factory hands of your sort. A big, strong, young chap! You aren’t even drunk. What do you want here? You don’t frighten us. Take yourself and your ugly eyes away.”
Haldin stopped before the sitting Razumov. His supple113 figure, with the white forehead above which the fair hair stood straight up, had an aspect of lofty daring.
“He did not like my eyes,” he said. “And so. . .here I am.”
Razumov made an effort to speak calmly.
“But pardon me, Victor Victorovitch. We know each other so little. . . . I don’t see why you. . .”
“Confidence,” said Haldin.
This word sealed Razumov’s lips as if a hand had been clapped on his mouth. His brain seethed114 with arguments
“And so — here you are,” he muttered through his teeth.
The other did not detect the tone of anger. Never suspected it.
“Yes. And nobody knows I am here. You are the last person that could be suspected — should I get caught. That’s an advantage, you see. And then — speaking to a superior mind like yours I can well say all the truth. It occurred to me that you — you have no one belonging to you — no ties, no one to suffer for it if this came out by some means. There have been enough ruined Russian homes as it is. But I don’t see how my passage through your rooms can be ever known. If I should be got hold of, I’ll know how to keep silent — no matter what they may be pleased to do to me,” he added grimly.
He began to walk again while Razumov sat still appalled115.
“You thought that —” he faltered116 out almost sick with indignation.
“Yes, Razumov. Yes, brother. Some day you shall help to build. You suppose that I am a terrorist, now — a destructor of what is, But consider that the true destroyers are they who destroy the spirit of progress and truth, not the avengers who merely kill the bodies of the persecutors of human dignity. Men like me are necessary to make room for self-contained, thinking men like you. Well, we have made the sacrifice of our lives, but all the same I want to escape if it can be done. It is not my life I want to save, but my power to do. I won’t live idle. Oh no! Don’t make any mistake, Razumov. Men like me are rare. And, besides, an example like this is more awful to oppressors when the perpetrator vanishes without a trace. They sit in their offices and palaces and quake. All I want you to do is to help me to vanish. No great matter that. Only to go by and by and see Ziemianitch for me at that place where I went this morning. Just tell him, ‘He whom you know wants a well-horsed sledge to pull up half an hour after midnight at the seventh lamp-post on the left counting from the upper end of Karabelnaya. If nobody gets in, the sledge is to run round a block or two, so as to come back past the same spot in ten minutes’ time.’ ”
Razumov wondered why he had not cut short that talk and told this man to go away long before. Was it weakness or what?
He concluded that it was a sound instinct. Haldin must have been seen. It was impossible that some people should not have noticed the face and appearance of the man who threw the second bomb. Haldin was a noticeable person. The police in their thousands must have had his description within the hour. With every moment the danger grew. Sent out to wander in the streets he could not escape being caught in the end.
The police would very soon find out all about him. They would set about discovering a conspiracy. Everybody Haldin had ever known would be in the greatest danger. Unguarded expressions, little facts in themselves innocent would be counted for crimes. Razumov remembered certain words he said, the speeches he had listened to, the harmless gatherings he had attended — it was almost impossible for a student to keep out of that sort of thing, without becoming suspect to his comrades.
Razumov saw himself shut up in a fortress117, worried, badgered, perhaps ill-used. He saw himself deported118 by an administrative order, his life broken, ruined, and robbed of all hope. He saw himself — at best — leading a miserable119 existence under police supervision120, in some small, faraway provincial town, without friends to assist his necessities or even take any steps to alleviate121 his lot — as others had. Others had fathers, mothers, brothers, relations, connexions, to move heaven and earth on their behalf — he had no one. The very officials that sentenced him some morning would forget his existence before sunset.
He saw his youth pass away from him in misery122 and half starvation — his strength give way, his mind become an abject123 thing. He saw himself creeping, broken down and shabby, about the streets — dying unattended in some filthy124 hole of a room, or on the sordid125 bed of a Government hospital.
He shuddered126. Then the peace of bitter calmness came over him. It was best to keep this man out of the streets till he could be got rid of with some chance of escaping. That was the best that could be done. Razumov, of course, felt the safety of his lonely existence to be permanently127 endangered. This evening’s doings could turn up against him at any time as long as this man lived and the present institutions endured. They appeared to him rational and indestructible at that moment. They had a force of harmony — in contrast with the horrible discord128 of this man’s presence. He hated the man. He said quietly —
“Yes, of course, I will go. ‘You must give me precise directions, and for the rest — depend on me.”
“Ah! You are a fellow! Collected — cool as a cucumber. A regular Englishman. Where did you get your soul from? There aren’t many like you. Look here, brother! Men like me leave no posterity129, but their souls are not lost. No man’s soul is ever lost. It works for itself — or else where would be the sense of self- sacrifice, of martyrdom, of conviction, of faith- -the labours of the soul? What will become of my soul when I die in the way I must die — soon — very soon perhaps? It shall not perish. Don’t make a mistake, Razumov. This is not murder — it is war, war. My spirit shall go on warring in some Russian body till all falsehood is swept out of the world. The modern civilization is false, but a new revelation shall come out of Russia. Ha! you say nothing. You are a sceptic. I respect your philosophical scepticism, Razumov, but don’t touch the soul. The Russian soul that lives in all of us. It has a future. It has a mission, I tell you, or else why should I have been moved to do this — reckless — like a butcher — in the middle of all these innocent people — scattering130 death — I! I! . . . I wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
“Not so loud,” warned Razumov harshly.
Haldin sat down abruptly131, and leaning his head on his folded arms burst into tears. He wept for a long time. The dusk had deepened in the room. Razumov, motionless in sombre wonder, listened to the sobs132.
The other raised his head, got up and with an effort mastered his voice.
“Yes. Men like me leave no posterity,” he repeated in a subdued133 tone.” I have a sister though. She’s with my old mother — I persuaded them to go abroad this year — thank God. Not a bad little girl my sister. She has the most trustful eyes of any human being that ever walked this earth. She will marry well, I hope. She may have children — sons perhaps. Look at me. My father was a Government official in the provinces, He had a little land too. A simple servant of God — a true Russian in his way. His was the soul of obedience. But I am not like him. They say I resemble my mother’s eldest134 brother, an officer. They shot him in ‘28. Under Nicholas, you know. Haven’t I told you that this is war, war. . . . But God of Justice! This is weary work.”
Razumov, in his chair, leaning his head on his hand, spoke135 as if from the bottom of an abyss.
“You believe in God, Haldin? ”
“There you go catching136 at words that are wrung137 from one. What does it matter? What was it the Englishman said: ‘There is a divine soul in things. . .’ Devil take him — I don’t remember now. But he spoke the truth. When the day of you thinkers comes don’t you forget what’s divine in the Russian soul — and that’s resignation. Respect that in your intellectual restlessness and don’t let your arrogant138 wisdom spoil its message to the world. I am speaking to you now like a man with a rope round his neck. What do you imagine I am? A being in revolt? No. It’s you thinkers who are in everlasting139 revolt. I am one of the resigned. When the necessity of this heavy work came to me and I understood that it had to be done — what did I do? Did I exult140? Did I take pride in my purpose? Did I try to weigh its worth and consequences? No! I was resigned. I thought ‘God’s will be done.’”
He threw himself full length on Razumov’s bed and putting the backs of his hands over his eyes remained perfectly motionless and silent. Not even the sound of his breathing could be heard. The dead stillness or the room remained undisturbed till in the darkness Razumov said gloomily —
“Haldin.”
“Yes,” answered the other readily, quite invisible now on the bed and without the slightest stir.
“Isn’t it time for me to start?”
“Yes, brother.” The other was heard, lying still in the darkness as though he were talking in his sleep. “The time has come to put fate to the test.”
He paused, then gave a few lucid141 directions in the quiet impersonal142 voice of a man in a trance. Razumov made ready without a word of answer. As he was leaving the room the voice on the bed said after him —
“Go with God, thou silent soul.”
On the landing, moving softly, Razumov locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
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