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
that I was heard in the accompanying carriage. The Major called a halt,
and asked what was the matter with me. I was not able to reply, I was
simply sobbing; he ordered them to go at a walk to the post-house,
which relieved me much, but at the least jar the same frightful
suffering recurred, and I screamed while I tried to steady my head
between my hands. Arrived at the station I was not able to leave the
carriage, and to my shame and distress I was crying like a child. Then
the Major, who was obliged to press on in person to Braçlaw, left me
in charge of one of the police officials and of the two soldiers, and
desired them to go at a foot’s pace. Thus we continued our journey,
but, at the end of some hours, my companion, wearied by the slowness
of our march, ordered them to go quicker. Hardly had the horses broken
into a gallop when the pain became really insupportable. I felt I was
becoming mad, and warned by my piercing cries, my guardian called to
the driver to stop. ‘You must go slowly; if you won’t, blow my brains
out at once; believe me, if you continue to gallop, I shall not be
able to support it more than five minutes; I shall be dead, and what
will be your position then?’ I did not exaggerate in any way, and my
words gaining force by my strong conviction, made an impression upon
those who had the charge of me. We continued all that night walking
slowly, and when at daybreak we reached a posting-house, they put
me into a sledge, for the road, though not all covered with snow,
was deep in mud. Finally, at one o’clock we reached Braçlaw, where
Major Poloutkovskoï was in waiting for us. My deplorable condition
touched him visibly; he put his hand on my arm, and looking at me with
attention, he questioned me on the pain which I felt. It was the first
and the only time that he showed me any true compassion. He told me
that the wants of the service summoned him imperatively to Kiow, but
that I should remain here until I had recovered my strength a little;
he soon afterwards took leave of me, and after having pushed on a
little longer, my sledge stopped in the town before a vast and sombre
building. They bid me get out, the heavy gates grated on their hinges,
and after having traversed several dim corridors, I found myself in
the middle of a little room, which was tolerably clean, and of which
the window was furnished with strong iron bars. I flung myself on the
paillasse, which I saw in one corner, and covered myself with my cloak.
A few moments afterwards I received a visit from the _sous préfet_,
and from the doctor, a Pole, who examined me with much interest,
prescribed repose, and some medicines; and I was again left alone with
the two soldiers. Repose was in truth the only remedy for my pain, of
which I felt nothing as long as I remained quiet and lying down. Thus
long hours passed away, when all of a sudden breaking through the deep
silence I heard a strange clinking which I was not able to explain;
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