第29章 CREATURES THAT ONE DAY SHALL BE MEN.(2)
"It is gathering,"he said;"there are times when I almost smell blood in the air.I am an old man and may escape it,but my children will have to suffer--suffer as children must for the sins of their fathers.We have made brute beasts of the people,and as brute beasts they will come upon us,cruel,and undiscriminating;right and wrong indifferently going down before them.But it has to be.It is needed."It is a mistake to speak of the Russian classes opposing to all progress a dead wall of selfishness.The history of Russia will be the history of the French Revolution over again,but with this difference:that the educated classes,the thinkers,who are pushing forward the dumb masses are doing so with their eyes open.There will be no Maribeau,no Danton to be appalled at a people's ingratitude.The men who are to-day working for revolution in Russia number among their ranks statesmen,soldiers,delicately-nurtured women,rich landowners,prosperous tradesmen,students familiar with the lessons of history.They have no misconceptions concerning the blind Monster into which they are breathing life.He will crush them,they know it;but with them he will crush the injustice and stupidity they have grown to hate more than they love themselves.
The Russian peasant,when he rises,will prove more terrible,more pitiless than were the men of 1790.He is less intelligent,more brutal.They sing a wild,sad song,these Russian cattle,the while they work.They sing it in chorus on the quays while hauling the cargo,they sing it in the factory,they chant on the weary,endless steppes,reaping the corn they may not eat.It is of the good time their masters are having,of the feastings and the merrymakings,of the laughter of the children,of the kisses of the lovers.
But the last line of every verse is the same.When you ask a Russian to translate it for you he shrugs his shoulders.
"Oh,it means,"he says,"that their time will also come--some day."It is a pathetic,haunting refrain.They sing it in the drawing-rooms of Moscow and St.Petersburg,and somehow the light talk and laughter die away,and a hush,like a chill breath,enters by the closed door and passes through.It is a curious song,like the wailing of a tired wind,and one day it will sweep over the land heralding terror.
A Scotsman I met in Russia told me that when he first came out to act as manager of a large factory in St.Petersburg,belonging to his Scottish employers,he unwittingly made a mistake the first week when paying his workpeople.By a miscalculation of the Russian money he paid the men,each one,nearly a rouble short.He discovered his error before the following Saturday,and then put the matter right.
The men accepted his explanation with perfect composure and without any comment whatever.The thing astonished him.
"But you must have known I was paying you short,"he said to one of them."Why didn't you tell me of it?""Oh,"answered the man,"we thought you were putting it in your own pocket and then if we had complained it would have meant dismissal for us.No one would have taken our word against yours."Corruption appears to be so general throughout the whole of Russia that all classes have come to accept it as part of the established order of things.A friend gave me a little dog to bring away with me.It was a valuable animal,and I wished to keep it with me.It is strictly forbidden to take dogs into railway carriages.The list of the pains and penalties for doing so frightened me considerably.
"Oh,that will be all right,"my friend assured me;"have a few roubles loose in your pocket."I tipped the station master and I tipped the guard,and started pleased with myself.But I had not anticipated what was in store for me.The news that an Englishman with a dog in a basket and roubles in his pocket was coming must have been telegraphed all down the line.At almost every stopping-place some enormous official,wearing generally a sword and a helmet,boarded the train.At first these fellows terrified me.I took them for field-marshals at least.
Visions of Siberia crossed my mind.Anxious and trembling,I gave the first one a gold piece.He shook me warmly by the hand--Ithought he was going to kiss me.If I had offered him my cheek I am sure he would have done so.With the next one I felt less apprehensive.For a couple of roubles he blessed me,so I gathered;and,commending me to the care of the Almighty,departed.Before Ihad reached the German frontier,I was giving away the equivalent of English sixpences to men with the dress and carriage of major-generals;and to see their faces brighten up and to receive their heartfelt benediction was well worth the money.