MY FIGHT AGAINST COMMITTEE RULE
It was after midnight when I entered the barracks. The officer in
charge reported to me the events of the evening. It appeared that at
first one of the group, a Bolshevik agitator, had made his way inside
by telling the sentry that he had been sent by me for something. As
soon as he was admitted he got the women together and began a speech,
appealing to them to form a committee and govern themselves, in
accordance with the new spirit. He scoffed at them for submitting to
the system of discipline which I had established, calling it Tsaristic,
and expressing his compassion for the poor girls whom I had punished.
Declaiming against the war, appealing for peace at any price, he urged
my recruits to act as free citizens, depose their reactionary chief and
elect a new one in democratic fashion.
The result of the address was a split in the ranks of my Battalion.
More than half of them approved of the speaker, crying: “We are free.
This is not the old régime. We want to be independent. We want to
exercise our own rights.” And they seceded from the troop, and finding
themselves in the majority after taking votes, elected a committee.
I was deeply agitated, and in spite of the late hour ordered the girls
to form into ranks. As soon as this was accomplished I addressed the
following command to the body:
“Those who want a committee move over to the right. Those who are
against it go to, the left.”
The majority went to the right. Only about three hundred stood at the
left.
“Now those of you who are willing to be treated by me as you have been
treated hitherto, to receive punishment when necessary, to maintain the
severest possible discipline in the Battalion and to be ruled without a
committee, say yes,” I exclaimed.
The group of three hundred on the left shouted in a chorus: “Yes, we
consent! We are willing, Commander.”
Turning to the silent crowd on the right I said:
“Why did you join? I told you beforehand that it would be hard. Did
you not sign pledges to obey? I want action, not phrases. Committees
paralyse action by a flood of words.”
“We are not slaves; we are free women,” many of the mutineers shouted.
“This is not the old régime. We want more courteous treatment, more
liberty. We want to govern our own affairs like the rest of the army.”
“Ah, you foolish women!” I answered with a sorrowing heart. “I did
not organize this Battalion to be like the rest of the army. We were
to serve as an example, and not merely to add a few _babas_ to the
ineffectual millions of soldiers now swarming over Russia. We were
to strike out a new path and not imitate the demoralized army. Had I
known what stuff you were made of, I would not have had anything to do
with you. Consider, we were to lead in a general attack. Now, suppose
we had a committee and the moment for the offensive arrived. Then the
committee suddenly decides not to advance and our whole scheme is
brought to nothing.”
“Certainly,” the rebels shouted. “We should want to decide for
ourselves whether to attack or not.”
“Well,” I said, turning to them in disgust, “you are not worthy of the
uniforms you are wearing. This uniform stands for noble sacrifice, for
unselfish patriotism, for purity and honour and loyalty. Every one of
you is a disgrace to the uniform. Take it off and leave this place.”
My order was met by an outburst of scoffing and defiance.
“We are in the majority. We refuse to obey your orders. We no longer
recognize your authority. We will elect a new chief!”
I was deeply hurt, but I controlled myself so as not to act rashly. I
resolved to make another appeal to them, and said:
“You will elect no new chief. But if you want to go, go quietly. Make
no scandal, for the sake of womanhood. If all this becomes public
it will injure and humiliate all of us. Men will say that women are
unfit for serious work, that they do not know how to carry through an
enterprise and that they cannot help quarrelling. We shall become a
byword all over the world and your act will be an eternal blot on our
sex.”
“But why are you so cruel and harsh to us?” the rebels began to argue
again. “Why do you treat us as if we were in a prison, allowing us no
holidays, giving us no opportunity to go for walks, always shouting and
ordering us about? You want to make us slaves.”
“I told you at the beginning that I should be strict, that I should
shout and punish. As to not letting you out of the grounds, you know
that I do it because I cannot be sure of your conduct outside. I wanted
this house to be a holy place. I prayed to God to hallow us all with
His chastity. I wished you to go to the front as saintly women, hoping
that the enemy’s bullets would not touch you.”
All night an argument raged between the three hundred loyal women and
the mutineers. I retired, leaving instructions with the officers to let
the rebels do as they pleased, even to leave in their uniforms. I was
filled with despair as I reflected on the outcome of my enterprise. My
soul ached for all women as I thought of the disgraceful conduct of
the girls who had pledged their honour on behalf of an idea and then
deserted the banner they had themselves raised.
In the morning I was informed that the rebels had elected a deputation
to go to General Polovtzev, Commander of the Military District, to
make complaint against me, and that they had all departed in uniform.
The same day I was called to report to General Polovtzev on the whole
matter. The General advised me to meet some of the demands of the
rebels and come to terms.
“The whole army is now being run by committees of soldiers. You alone
cannot preserve the old system. Let your girls form a committee so that
a scandal will be averted and your great work thereby saved,” General
Polovtzev tried to persuade me. But I would not be persuaded.
He then went on to tell me that the soldiers of the First and Tenth
Armies, having heard of my work, had bought for me two icons, one of
the Holy Mother and the other of Saint George, both of silver, framed
in gold. They had telegraphed instructions to embroider two standards
with appropriate inscriptions. Kerensky, the General told me, had
thought of making the presentation a solemn occasion and had had my
record in the army fully investigated, after which he had decided to
buy a gold cross to present to me at the same time.
“Now what will become of this ceremony if you do not pacify your
women?” the General asked.
I was, naturally, flattered by what Polovtzev told me, but I considered
that duty came first and that I must not give in for the sake of the
honours promised to me, in spite of the assurances he gave me that
he would order the women to ask my pardon if I consented to form a
committee.
“I would not keep the rebels in the Battalion for anything,” I said.
“Once having been insulted by them, I shall always consider them
prejudicial to the organization. They would sap my strength here and
would disgrace me at the front. The purpose of the Battalion was to
set an example to the demoralized men. Give them a committee, and all
is lost. I shall have the same state of things as in the army. The
disintegration there is a sufficient reason for my determination not to
introduce the new system.”
“Yes, I agree with you that the committees are a curse,” confided the
General. “But what is to be done?”
“I know this much, that I, for one, will have nothing to do with
committees,” I declared emphatically.
The General jumped to his feet, struck the table with his fist and
thundered:
“And I order you to form a committee!”
I jumped up as well, I also struck the table and declared loudly:
“I will not! I started this work on condition that I should be allowed
to run the Battalion as I saw fit and without any committees.”
“Then there is nothing left but to disband your Battalion!” proclaimed
General Polovtzev.
“This very minute if you wish!” I replied.
I drove to the Institute. Knowing that the women had been ordered to
return I placed ten sentries armed with rifles at the gates with
instructions not to allow any one to enter, and to shoot in case of
trouble. Many of the rebels came but on being threatened with the
rifles they retired. They went back to Polovtzev who, for the moment at
least, could do nothing for them. He reported the matter to Kerensky
with a recommendation that some action should be taken to control me.
I proceeded to reorganize my Battalion. There was only a remnant of
three hundred left of it, but it was a loyal remnant, and I was not
upset by the diminution in numbers. Most of the remaining women were
peasants like myself, illiterate but very devoted to Mother Russia. All
of them but one were under thirty-five years of age. The exception was
Orlova, who was forty, but of an unusually powerful constitution. We
resumed the drilling with greater zeal than ever.
A day or two later Kerensky’s adjutant telephoned. He wanted me to
come to the Winter Palace to see the War Minister. The ante-chamber
was again crowded with many people and I was greeted by several
acquaintances. At the appointed time I was shown into Kerensky’s study.
Kerensky was pacing the room vigorously as I entered. His forehead was
knit in a heavy frown.
“Good morning, Minister,” I greeted him.
“Good morning,” he answered coldly, without extending his hand.
“Are you a soldier?” he asked abruptly.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Then why don’t you obey your superiors?”
“Because I am in the right in this case. The orders are against the
interests of my country and in violation of my charter.”
“You must obey!” Kerensky raised his voice to a high pitch, and
his face was flushed with anger. “I order you to form a committee
to-morrow, to treat the women courteously, and to cease punishing them!
Otherwise I will get rid of you!” The War Minister banged his fist on
the table to give emphasis to his words.
But I felt that I was right, so this fit of temper did not frighten me,
but, on the contrary, strengthened my determination.
“No!” I shouted, bringing down my fist, too, “no, I am not going to
form any committees. I started out with the understanding that there
would be the strictest discipline in the Battalion. You can disband it
now. A soldier I was and a soldier I shall remain. I shall go home,
retire to a village and settle there in peace.” And I ran out, slamming
the door angrily in the face of the astonished Minister.
In high agitation I returned to the Institute, and having assembled the
women, I addressed them as follows:
“I am going home to-morrow. The Battalion will be disbanded, because I
would not consent to form a committee. You all know that I had warned
all the applicants previously that I should be a severe disciplinarian.
I wanted to make this Battalion an example that would shine for ever
in the history of our country. I hoped to show that where men failed
women could succeed. I dared to dream that women would inspire men to
great deeds and save our unhappy land. But my hopes are now shattered.
The majority of the women who responded to my appeal proved themselves
weak and cowardly, and they have wrecked my scheme for the salvation
of suffering Russia. I have just come back from Kerensky. He told me
that I must form a committee, but I refused. Have you any idea what a
committee would mean?”
“No, no, Commander,” the women answered.
“A committee,” I explained, “means nothing but talk, talk, talk. The
committees have destroyed the army and the country. This is war, and in
war there should be not talk, but action. I can’t submit to the order
to introduce in this Battalion the very system that has shattered our
glorious army. So I am going home.... Yes, I leave to-morrow....”
The women threw themselves at my feet in tears. They wept and begged
me to remain with them. “We love you. We will stand by you to the
last,” they cried. “You can punish us, beat us if you will. We know
and appreciate your motives. You want to help Russia and we want you
to make use of us. You can treat us as you please, you can kill us,
but don’t leave us. We will go anywhere for you. We will go to General
Polovtzev and tear him to pieces!”
They embraced my feet, hugged me, kissed me, professed their affection
and loyalty. I was profoundly stirred. My heart was filled with
gratitude and love for these brave friends. They seemed like children
to me, like my children, and I felt like a tender mother. If I had
offended fifteen hundred unworthy members, I had won the deep devotion
of these three hundred noble souls. They had tasted the rigours of
military life but did not flinch. The others were cowards, masquerading
their worthlessness under the cover of “democracy.” These sought no
excuses. The prospect of complete self-sacrifice did not daunt them.
The thought of three hundred Russian women, courageous of heart, pure
of soul, ready for self-sacrifice, was one to comfort my aching heart.
“I wish that I could, but it is impossible for me to remain,” I replied
to the pleadings of my women. “The orders from those in authority
are to form a committee or to disband the Battalion. Since I flatly
refused to do the former there remains nothing for me but to go home.
Good-bye for the present: I am going to the Duchess of Lichtenberg for
the afternoon.”
The Duchess was one of the circle of society women who had taken a
deep interest in my work. She was a very simple and lovable soul, and
I needed some one to whom I could pour out my heart. I was always sure
that the Duchess would understand and be helpful.
“What ails you, Maria?” were the words with which she greeted me as
soon as I appeared on the threshold of her house.
I could not restrain my sobs, and told her haltingly of the mutiny and
the consequent collapse of the Battalion. It weighed heavily on me and
I felt myself crushed by the disaster. She was shocked at the news and
cried with me. The beautiful dream we had cherished was shattered. It
was indeed a melancholy evening. I stayed with her for dinner.
About eight o’clock one of my women called and asked to see me and she
was shown in. She had been sent from the barracks as a messenger to
report to me the results of a visit they had paid to General Polovtzev.
It appeared that my three hundred loyalists had armed themselves with
their rifles and had gone to the Commander of the Military District,
demanding that he should come out to see them. They were not in a mood
for trifling and meant business. The General came out.
“What have you done to our Commander?” they demanded sternly.
“I haven’t done anything to her,” Polovtzev answered, amazed at this
threatening demonstration.
“We want back our Commander!” my women shouted. “We want her back
immediately. She is a saintly woman, her heart is bleeding for unhappy
Russia. We will have nothing to do with those bad, unruly women, and
we will not disband the Battalion. We are the Battalion. We want our
Commander. We want strict discipline in accordance with our pledges to
her, and we will not form any committees.”
It was reported to me that General Polovtzev was actually frightened,
surrounded by the throng of angry and threatening women. He sent
them back to the Institute, promising that he would not disband them
and that he would come to the barracks at nine o’clock the following
morning. I went with the messenger to the quarters and found everything
in splendid order. The girls seemed anxious to comfort their leader and
so kept calm and moved about noiselessly.
In the morning everything went as usual, the rising hour, prayers,
breakfast and drilling. At nine I was informed that General Polovtzev,
the adjutant of Kerensky, Captain Dementiev, and several of the women
who took an interest in the Battalion, were at the gate. I quickly
formed the Battalion. The General greeted us and we saluted. He then
shook hands with me and gave orders that the women should be sent into
the garden, for he wanted to talk things over with me.
I asked myself, as I led the group of distinguished visitors into the
house, what it all meant. “If it means that they have come to persuade
me to form a committee,” I thought, “then it will be very hard for me,
but I shall resist all persuasion.”
My anticipation proved correct. The General had brought all these
patronesses of mine to help him overcome my obstinacy. He immediately
launched into an exposition of the necessity for complying with general
regulations and introducing the committee system in the Battalion. He
argued along the already familiar lines, but I would not yield. He
gradually became angry.
“Are you a soldier?” he repeated the question put to me by Kerensky.
“Yes, General!”
“Then why don’t you obey orders?”
“Because they are against the interests of the country. The committees
are a plague. They have destroyed our army,” I answered.
“But it is the law of the country,” he declared.
“Yes, and it is a ruinous law, designed to break up the front in time
of war.”
“Now I ask you to do it as a matter of form,” he argued in a different
tone altogether, perhaps himself realizing the truth of my words. “All
the army committees are beginning to make inquiries about you. ‘Who is
this Botchkareva?’ they ask, ‘and why is she allowed to command without
a committee?’ Do it only for the sake of form. Your girls are so
devoted to you that a committee elected by them would never seriously
bother you. At the same time it would save trouble.”
Then my lady-visitors surrounded me and begged and coaxed me to give
way. Some of them wept, others embraced me, all of them exasperated my
nerves. Nothing was more calculated to enrage me than this wheedling. I
grew impatient and completely lost self-control, abandoning myself to
hysteria.
“You are rascals, all of you! You want to destroy the country. Get out
of here!” I shrieked wildly.
“Be silent! How dare you shout like that? I am a General. I will kill
you!” Polovtzev thundered at me, trembling with rage.
“All right, you can kill me! Kill me!” I cried out, tearing my coat
open and pointing to my chest. “Kill me!”
The General then threw up his hands, muttering angrily under his
breath: “What the devil! This is a demon, not a woman! There is nothing
to be done with her,” and with his mixed following he withdrew.
The following morning a telegram came from General Polovtzev, informing
me that I should be allowed to continue my work without a committee!
Thus ended the dispute caused by the mutiny in the Battalion, which had
nearly wrecked the entire undertaking. It was a hard fight that I had
made but, convinced of my right, there was no question of retreating
for me.
Events have completely justified my conviction. The Russian Army,
once the most colossal military machine in the world, was wrecked in
a few months by the committee system. Coming from the trenches, where
I had learned at first hand what a curse the committees were proving,
I realized early their fatal significance. To me it has always been
clear that a committee meant ceaseless speech-making. That was the
outstanding factor about it to me. I considered no other aspect of it.
I knew that the Germans worked all day while our men talked, and in
war, I always realized that it was action that counted and conquered.