Her case is, that she had a lover, that she bore a child, that she
concealed the birth, and that her infant died. In her defense, it is
alleged, according to the manners of her country, that her lover was a
man of her own village, not a stranger; one of those governing points
which, on the Sea of Azof, make a young woman's amours right or wrong.
So far, it is assumed, no fault is fairly to be charged. Her child was
born and died; the facts are not disputed; but the defendants urge, in
explanation, that she was very young in years; that her couching was
very hard; that milk-fever set in, with loss of blood and wandering of
the brain; that the young mother was helpless, that the infant was
neglected unconsciously, and that it died.
Very few persons in the court appear inclined to take this view; but
those who take it feel that the lover of this girl is far more guilty
than the girl herself; and they ask each other why the seducer is not
standing at her side to answer for his life. His name is known; he is
even supposed to be in court. Gospodin Lebedeff, the public
prosecutor, has done his best to include him in the criminal charge;
but he is foiled by the woman's love and wit. By the Imperial code,
the fellow can not be touched unless she names him as the father of
her child; and all Lebedeff's appeals and menaces are thrown away upon
her, this heroine of a Tartar village baffling the veteran lawyer's
arts with a steadiness worthy of a better cause and a nobler man.
The first witness called is a peasant woman from the village in which
Anna Kovalenka lives. She is not sworn in the English way, the court
having been put, as it were, under sacred obligations by the priest;
but the bench instructs her as to the nature of evidence, and enjoins
her to speak no word that is not true. She says, in few and simple
words, she found the dead body; she carried it into Anna's cabin; the
young woman admitted that the child was hers; and, on further
questions, that she had concealed the birth. She gives her evidence
quietly in a breathless court, her neighbor standing near her all the
while, and the judge assisting her by questions now and then. The
audience sighs when she stands down; her evidence being full enough to
send the prisoner to Siberia for her natural life.
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