Daria Sokolof was employed as nurse in a family, and when the child
grew up went back to her village, parting from her master and mistress
on the best of terms. Some years passed by. On going into the town to
sell her fruit and herbs, and finding a bad market, she went to her
old home and asked for a lodging for the night. Her master was ill,
and her mistress put her to bed. At two in the morning she got up,
seized an Italian iron, crept to her master's room, and beat his
brains out; then to her mistress's room, and killed her also.
Afterwards she went into the servant's room, and murdered her; into
the boy's room, and murdered him. A pet dog lay on the lad's coverlet,
and she smashed its skull. She took a little money--not much; went
home, and slept till daylight. No one suspected her, for no living
creature knew she had been to the house. Twelve months elapsed before
a clue was found; but as no witness of the crime was left, she could
only be condemned to a dozen years in the Siberian mines. Her case
excited much remark, and persons are even now petitioning the ministry
of justice to let her off!
It is only by living in a wider field, by acting for himself, by
gaining a higher knowledge of men and things, that the peasant can
escape from the bad traditions and morbid sentiments of his former
life. It will be an immense advantage for the empire of villages to
become, as other nations are, an empire of both villages and towns.
CHAPTER LIII.
TSEK AND ARTEL.
The obstacles which lie in the way of a peasant wishing to become a
townsman are very great. After he has freed himself from his
obligations to the commune and the crown, and arrived at the gates of
Moscow, with his papers in perfect order, how is a rustic to live in
that great city? By getting work. That would be the only trouble of a
French paysan or an English plough-boy. In Russia it is different. The
towns are not open and unwalled, so that men may come and go as they
list. They are strongholds; held, in each case, by an army, in the
ranks of which every man has his appointed place.
No man--not of noble birth--can live the burgher life in Moscow, save
by gaining a place in one of the recognized orders of society--in a
tsek, a guild, or a chin.
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