Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth centuryWiener, Leo
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Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth century
Wiener, Leo
Russia -- Literary collections; Russian literature -- Translations into English
My parents were pious people, but as in our childhood they did not
wake us for the morning service, there was a night service held in
our house every church holiday, as also in the first and last weeks
of Lent. As soon as I learned to read, my father made me read at the
divine services. To this I owe whatever knowledge of Russian I possess,
for, reading the church books, I became acquainted with the Slavic
language, without which it is impossible to know Russian. I am thankful
to my father for having watched carefully my reading: whenever I began
to read indistinctly, he would say to me: “Stop mumbling! or do you
imagine God is pleased with your muttering?” But more than that:
whenever my father noticed that I did not understand the passage that
I had just read, he undertook the labour of explaining it to me,--in
short, he showed endless care in my instruction. As he was not able to
hire teachers of foreign languages for me, he did not delay, I may say,
a day to place me and my brother in the University as soon as it was
founded.
Now I shall say something of the manner of instruction at our
University. Justice demands that I should state at the start that the
University of to-day is quite a different thing from what it was in my
days. Both the teachers and students are of a different calibre, and
however much the school was then subject to severe criticism, it now
deserves nothing but praise. I shall relate, as an example, how the
examination was conducted in the lower Latin class. The day before the
examination we were being prepared. Here is what was done: our teacher
came in a caftan that had five buttons, while his vest had only four.
This peculiarity surprised me much, and I asked the teacher for the
cause of it. “My buttons seem to amuse you,” he said, “but they are the
guardians of your honour and of mine: those on the caftan stand for the
five declensions, and on the vest for the four conjugations. And now,”
he proceeded, as he beat the table with his hand, “be all attentive to
what I have to say! When they shall ask you for the declension of some
noun, watch what button I am touching: if you see me holding the second
button, answer boldly ‘The second declension.’ Do similarly in regard
to the conjugations, being guided by the buttons on my vest, and you
will never make a mistake.” That is the kind of an examination we had!
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