The Story of a Siberian Exile; Followed by a Narrative of Recent Events in PolandPiotrowski, Rufin
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The Story of a Siberian Exile; Followed by a Narrative of Recent Events in Poland
Piotrowski, Rufin
Exiles -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia; Polish question; Prisons -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia
The conclusion drawn by me from this valuable conversation was
precisely contrary to what I had at first supposed, and I saw that
it would be best that I should try to cross the boundary line in
the day time; so, at two o’clock in the afternoon of that same day,
having armed myself with my poignard, and commended my soul to God,
I slipped into the corn. Then spying from the top of the rampart the
moment during which both sentries on the station turned their backs on
each other, I leapt the first of the three ditches which marked the
frontier. No noise was made; I clambered through the brushwood, but as
I reached the second ditch I was perceived. Shots were fired from guns
on both sides, when, hardly conscious of what I was about, I slipped
into the third ditch, then climbed up and leapt again. I lost sight of
the soldiers, and was in a little wood. I was in Prussia!
Breathless and exhausted, I lay for many long hours bidden in the
thicket without daring to stir; knowing the violence and eagerness of
the Russians, I feared lest they should even pursue me into forbidden
ground; but happily all was still, and a soft rain which began to fall
tempered the suffocating heat of the day. It was time to think of a
fresh disguise. The _moujik’s_ orthodox beard was not suitable in
Prussia, where it would only have attracted attention; so at Polonga
I had taken the precaution to buy a small mirror and a razor, which I
got at a Jew’s stall, while, as to soap, a piece of what I had brought
from Siberia remained still in my bag. I hung the mirror up on a bush,
and, profiting by the rain and, above all, by the dew on the leaves for
moistening the soap, proceeded in this way, though still lying and on
my elbow, to perform the civilising operation of shaving myself. It was
a slow and a painful one, particularly on account of my uncomfortable
position; but I effected it at last, not, however, without sundry cuts
made in my cheeks. About the middle of the night I got up and went on
my way again, dressed in the great coat and the little cap, with my
trowsers falling over my boots. I knew very well that I was by no means
out of danger, for a convention between Russia and Prussia, a cartel
as it was called, then obliged the two powers to deliver over their
mutual fugitives; and more than one, alas! of my compatriots had been
thus brought back to the Russian frontier, after having succeeded, in
spite of many and great dangers, in leaving it behind them. Still I had
confidence in my star, the great matter for me now being to avoid inns,
and to keep clear of gendarmes, a task which, thanks to the summer
season, was not very difficult. As to the direction of my journey, I
had no longer any hesitation about it. I must gain the Grand Duchy of
Posen, and there, among my fellow-countrymen subject to the Prussian
rule, but whose safety I could in no way compromise, I hoped to find
all the help which the rapid diminution of my finances demanded. I was
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