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 chief, and indeed, the only object which I had in view in this
town may easily be guessed. Although the season had only begun, about
twenty vessels were already in the bay; but among the different flags
which waved from their masts, I was not able to discover one with the
tri-coloured emblem. The absence of this ensign was in itself of bad
augury to me. The ships were, for the most part, English; there were
also some from Holland, Sweden and Hamburg, but not one French. I very
soon perceived also that on the deck of every vessel walked a Russian
soldier, a vigilant witness, whose eye it was impossible to elude,
for this watch was not taken off even at night; while sentries posted
at short distances from one another formed an unconquerable barricade
along the quays of the harbour, and obliged all who came and all who
went to give an account of themselves. How, then, with these sentries
on the alert, could I make a signal to any captain or seaman! A crowd
of idlers and foot passengers crossed the quays, and added to the
difficulty of any such attempt. How then could I, if any sea-faring man
should pass, accost him in French or in German--I, in my _bohomolet’s_
dress, and surrounded by any number of people! Must I not surely draw
all eyes upon myself, and bring about an immediate arrest! I continued,
nevertheless, to wander up and down the quays, in the hope that some
favourable opportunity would present itself; but, alas! none such
came. And thus I was obliged again to turn my steps to the _dvorets_,
where, by this time, I was expected to join in the pious exercises of
the rest. On the second day, all those who had reached Archangel with
me embarked for the Holy Island; but I, pretending excessive fatigue,
did not accompany them, and again betook myself to the harbour. I
sauntered up and down by the edge of the water which I had hoped was
to have set me free; I even saw some ships that had finished taking
their cargo on board, a sign that they would soon set sail and depart.
My heart beat violently; my breast heaved, and I could hardly repress
the cry, ‘Save me! Do not abandon me thus!’ At last I accosted some
seamen, busy with tie hawsers which still fastened a ship to the
pier. In spite of the extreme danger thus incurred, I ventured a few
words in French; they only raised their heads and stared at me with
amazement. I tried German, but with as little success; till, finally,
they burst into a loud laugh, and I had to slip away as quietly as I
might, for a crowd had already collected round me. On the following
day my efforts had no better result, and I shall not describe either
the torment of those three days, or the different attempts I made to
reach any of the outward bound vessels. In spite of the severity of the
season, I did not hesitate even to bathe in the harbour, hoping thus to
approach some one of the ships; but nothing came of it, and no chance
of escape offered itself to me. Late on the third day I returned to
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