A tsek is an association of craftsmen and petty traders, such as the
tailoring tsek, the cooking tsek, and the peddling tsek; the members
of which pay a small sum of money, elect their own elders, and manage
their own affairs. The elder of a tsek gives to each member a printed
form, which must be countersigned by the police not less than once a
year. A guild is a higher kind of tsek, the members of which pay a tax
to the state for the privilege of buying and selling, and for immunity
from serving in the ranks. A chin is a grade in the public service,
parted somewhat sharply into fourteen stages--from that of a certified
collegian up to that of an acting privy-councillor. A peasant might
enter a guild if he could pay the tax; but the impost is heavy, even
for the lowest guild; and a man who comes into Moscow in search of
work must seek a place in some cheap and humble tsek. He need not
follow the calling of his tsek--a clerk may belong to a shoemaker's
tsek, and a gentleman's servant to a hawker's tsek. But in one or
other of these societies a peasant must get his name inscribed and his
papers signed, under penalty of being seized by the police and hustled
into the ranks.
Every year he must go in person to the Office of Addresses, a vast
establishment on the Tverskoi Boulevard, where the name, residence,
and occupation of every man and woman living in this great city is
entered on the public books. At this Office of Addresses he has to
leave his regular papers, taking a receipt which serves him as a
passport for a week; in the mean while the police examine his papers,
verify the elder's signature, and mark them afresh with an official
stamp. Every time he changes his lodging he must go in person to the
Office of Addresses and record the change. A tax of three or four
shillings a year is levied on his papers by the police, half of which
money goes to the crown and half to the provincial hospitals. In case
of poverty and sickness, his inscription in a tsek entitles a man to
be received into a government hospital should there be room for him in
any of the wards.
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