Russian Prisons: St. Peter and St. Paul; the Schlüsselburg; the Ostrog at Omsk; the story of Siberian exile; Tiumen, Tomsk, SaghalienGriffiths, Arthur
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Russian Prisons: St. Peter and St. Paul; the Schlüsselburg; the Ostrog at Omsk; the story of Siberian exile; Tiumen, Tomsk, Saghalien
Griffiths, Arthur
Exiles -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia -- History; Prisons -- Russia -- History
Tanning and skin dressing was a trade much followed in the prison. Dogs
which had been stolen by servants were brought in and sold. On one
occasion a fine black dog of good breed was disposed of by a scamp of a
footman for thirty kopecks. The poor beast must have anticipated what
was in store for him, for he looked up at the convicts in a distressed,
beseeching way, but could find no pity, and he was speedily hanged. The
same fate overtook the prison goat, a beautiful white kid of whom every
one was fond. The pretty creature was full of grace and was very
playful, jumping on and off the kitchen table, wrestling with the
convicts and always full of fun and spirits. He grew up into a fine, fat
beast with magnificent horns, which it was proposed to gild and which
were often decorated with flowers. It was the custom for the goat to
march at the head of the convicts when returning from labour, and when
the eyes of the choleric major fell upon it in the procession, he
forthwith ordered it to be executed. The goat was killed and flayed;
both carcass and skin were sold in the prison; the latter went to the
leather dresser, the former, which fetched a ruble and fifty kopecks,
was roasted and the flesh retailed among the convicts.
Other strange pets were a flock of geese, which somehow had been hatched
within the enclosure, and as they grew up they attached themselves to
the prisoners and would march out with them regularly to labour. When
the drum beat and the parties assembled at the great gate, the geese
came cackling, flapping their wings and hopping along. While the
convicts worked, the geese pecked about close at hand until the time
came for return, when they again joined the procession and marched with
their friends solemnly back to the barracks, to the great amusement of
the bystanders. The close attachment between the birds and their friends
did not save the geese from having their necks twisted and being added
to the dinner on a feast day.
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