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
The prisoners could not speak in too high terms of their doctors. They
looked upon them truly as fathers and respected them. These doctors had
always something pleasant to say, a kind word even for reprobates, who
appreciated it all the more because they knew it was said in all
sincerity.
Yes, these kind words were really sincere, for no one would have thought
of blaming the doctors had they shown themselves cross and inhuman; they
were kind purely from humanity. They understood perfectly that a convict
who is sick has as much right to breathe pure air as any other person,
even though the latter might be a great personage. The convalescents
there had a right to walk freely through the corridors to take exercise,
and to breathe air less pestilential than that of our infirmary, which
was close and saturated with deleterious emanations. In our ward, when
once the doors had been closed in the evening, they had to remain closed
throughout the night, and under no pretext was one of the inmates
allowed to go out.
For many years an inexplicable fact troubled me like an insoluble
problem. I must speak of it before going on with my description. I am
thinking of the chains which every convict is obliged to wear, however
ill he may be; even consumptives have died beneath my eyes with their
legs loaded with irons.
Everybody was accustomed to it, and regarded it as an inevitable fact. I
do not think any one, even the doctors, would have thought of demanding
the removal of the irons from convicts who were seriously ill, not even
from the consumptive ones. The chains, it is true, were not exceedingly
heavy; they did not in general weigh more than eight or ten pounds,
which is a supportable burden for a man in good health. I have been
told, however, that after some years the legs of the convicts dry up and
waste away. I do not know whether it is true. I am inclined to think it
is; the weight, however light it may be (say not more than ten pounds),
if it is fixed to the leg for ever, increases the general weight in an
abnormal manner, and at the end of a certain time must have a disastrous
effect on its development.
For a convict in good health this is nothing, but the same cannot be
said of one who is sick. For the convicts who were seriously ill, for
the consumptive ones whose arms and legs dry up of themselves, this last
straw is insupportable. Even if the medical authorities claimed
alleviation for the consumptive patients alone, it would be an immense
benefit, I assure you. I shall be told convicts are malefactors,
unworthy of compassion; but ought increased severity to be shown towards
him on whom the finger of God already weighs? No one will believe that
the object of this aggravation is to reform the criminal. The
consumptive prisoners are exempted from corporal punishment by the
tribunal.
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