The social instincts are, in a Russian, of exceeding strength. He
likes a crowd. The very hermits of his country are a social crew--not
men who rush away into lonely nooks, where, hidden from all eyes, they
grub out caves in the rock and burrow under roots of trees; but
brothers of some popular cloister, famous for its saints and pilgrims,
where they drive a shaft under the convent wall, secrete themselves in
a hole, and receive their food through a chink, in sight of wondering
visitors and advertising monks. Such were the founders of his church,
the anchorets of Kief.
The first towns of Russia are Kief and Novgorod the Great; her
capitals and holy places long before she built herself a kremlin on
the Moskva, and a winter palace on the Neva. Kief and Novgorod are
still her pious and poetic cities; one the tower of her religious
faith, the other of her imperial power. From Vich Gorod at Kief
springs the dome which celebrates her conversion to the Church of
Christ; in the Kremlin of Novgorod stands the bronze group which
typifies her empire of a thousand years.
CHAPTER XLI.
KIEF.
Kief, the oldest of Russian sees, is not in Russia Proper, and many
historians treat it as a Polish town. The people are Ruthenians, and
for hundreds of years the city belonged to the Polish crown. The plain
in front of it is the Ukraine steppe; the land of hetman and
zaporogue; of stirring legends and riotous song. The manners are
Polish and the people Poles. Yet here lies the cradle of that church
which has shaped into its own likeness every quality of Russian
political and domestic life.
The city consists of three parts, of three several towns--Podol, Vich
Gorod, Pechersk; a business town, an imperial town, and a sacred town.
All these quarters are crowded with offices, shops, and convents; yet
Podol is the merchant quarter, Vich Gorod the Government quarter, and
Pechersk the pilgrim quarter. These towns overhang the Dnieper, on a
range of broken cliffs; contain about seventy thousand souls; and
hold, in two several places of interment, all that was mortal of the
Pagan duke who became her foremost saint.
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