A Secret Service: Being Strange Tales of a NihilistLe Queux, William
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A Secret Service: Being Strange Tales of a Nihilist
Le Queux, William
Nihilism -- Fiction; Russia -- Politics and government -- 1801-1917 -- Fiction
“As there is not, and cannot be, a hope that the Government will
willingly enter upon the path indicated, there is but one course
remaining to the people, to oppose by the force of organised public
opinion the inertness of the Government and the narrow dynastic interests
of the autocracy. The Narodnoe Pravo has in view the creation of this
force. In the opinion of the Party popular right includes in itself alike
the conception of the right of the people to political freedom, and the
conception of its right to secure its material needs upon the basis of
national production. The Party considers the guarantees of this right to
be:—Representative government on the basis of universal suffrage; freedom
of religious belief; independence of the Courts of Justice; freedom
of the Press; freedom of meeting and association; inviolability of the
individual, and of his rights as a man.
“Thus understanding popular right, the Party sets itself the task of
uniting all the oppositional elements of the country, and of organising
an active force which should, with all the spiritual and material means
at its disposal, attain the overthrow of autocracy, and secure to every
one the rights of a citizen and a man.”
I commenced life under a disadvantage, for I am a Jew.
In Russia the law declares all Hebrews to be “aliens whose several rights
are regulated by special ordinances,” and my race is regarded as a pariah
caste in consequence. The memory of my earlier years it is unnecessary
to recall. My father, Isaac Prèhznev, was a well-known operator on the
Bourse in Petersburg, and he and my mother moved in good society. Our
house in the Isàkievskaya was well known to people with long-sounding
titles and long pedigrees, and, as children, my sister Mascha and I had
made a practice of standing upon the stairs on Thursday nights, watching
the arrival of the uniformed and much-decorated men and handsome ladies
who attended the receptions which my parents gave weekly during the
season.
Mascha, three years my junior, was petted by the guests and servants none
the less than I had been, for we were a pair of over-indulged children,
and lived a life of uninterrupted happiness.
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