The house of the dead : $b or, Prison life in SiberiaDostoyevsky, Fyodor
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The house of the dead : $b or, Prison life in Siberia
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor
Exiles -- Fiction; Siberia (Russia) -- Fiction
It mattered nothing to him that his exactions made the men rebellious.
For such offences there were suitable punishments (there are some people
who reason in this way), and with these rascals of convicts there was
nothing to do but to treat them very severely, deal with them strictly
according to law. These incapable executants of the law did not in the
least understand that to apply the law without understanding its spirit
is to provoke resistance. They are quite astonished that, in addition to
the execution of the law, good sense and a sound head should be expected
from them. The last condition would appear to them quite superfluous; to
require such a thing is vexatious, intolerant.
However this may be, the Sergeant-Major made no objection to the
performance, and that was all the convicts wanted. I may say in all
truth that if throughout the holidays there were no disorders in the
convict prison, no sanguinary quarrels, no robberies, that must be
attributed to the convicts being permitted to organise their
performance. I saw with my own eyes how they got out of the way of those
of their companions who had drunk too much, and how they prevented
quarrels on the ground that the representation would be forbidden. The
non-commissioned officer made the prisoners give their word of honour
that they would behave well, and that all would go off quietly. They
gave it with pleasure, and kept their promise religiously. They were
much flattered at finding their word of honour accepted. Let me add that
the representation cost nothing, absolutely nothing, to the
authorities, who were not called upon to spend a farthing. The theatre
could be put up and taken down within a quarter of an hour; and, in case
an order stopping the performance suddenly arrived, the scenery could
have been put away in a second. The costumes were concealed in the
convicts’ boxes; but first of all let me say how our theatre was
constructed, what were the costumes, and what the bill, that is to say,
the pieces that were to be played. To tell the truth, there was no
written playbill, not, at least, for the first representation. It was
ready only for the second and third. Baklouchin composed it for the
officers and other distinguished visitors who might deign to honour the
performance with their presence, including the officer of the guard, the
officer of the watch, and an Engineer officer. It was in honour of these
that the playbill was written out.
It was supposed that the reputation of our theatre would extend to the
fortress, and even to the town, especially as there was no theatre at
N----: a few amateur performances, but nothing more. The convicts
delighted in the smallest success, and boasted of it like children.
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