OF DEPORTATION AND THE LIFE OF AN EXILE IN SIBERIA.
THE _KNOUT_ AND THE _PLÈTE_--RUNNING THE GAUNTLET--GANGS OF
EXILES--GRAND-DUCHESS MARIE--THE JOURNEY--RUSSIAN ALMS--A ‘POPE’--THE
RUSSIAN SOLDIER--OMSK--PRINCE GORTCHAKOV--EKATERINSKI-ZAVOD.
To be exempt from corporal chastisement is one of the privileges of a
Russian noble; and in cases of deportation a member of the nobility
should not be obliged to make the journey on foot, or in a gang of
convicts. This does not prevent the torture being applied to political
prisoners, even when nobles, during the progress of an examination; yet
their sentence is in general in accordance with the laws, and it is
seldom that the statutes are set aside, as they were in the case of the
Polish prince Roman Sanguszko, to whose sentence the Emperor Nicholas
undoubtedly added with his own hand the order that the prince’s journey
should be made _on foot_. Thanks to the accident of my birth, I had
never known the ordinary aggravations of such a lot as mine had now
become, I mean the knout, the _plète_, and the march in a gang; but as
many of my countrymen have undergone such punishments, and as I also
should forfeit (so said the decree against me) my right of being exempt
from them when I reached my destination, I shall give some more precise
details upon the subject, albeit a sad one.
The knout is a strip of hide, a thong which is steeped in some
preparation, and strongly glazed as it were with metal filings. By
this process it becomes both heavy and extremely hard, but before it
hardens care is taken to double down the edges, which are left thin on
purpose, and in this way a groove runs the whole length of the thong,
except the upper part, which is supple, and winds round the hand of the
executioner; to the other end a small iron hook is fastened. Falling
on the bare back of the sufferer the knout comes down on its concave
side, of which the edges cut like a knife. The thong thus lies in the
flesh, and the operator does not lift it up, but draws it towards
himself horizontally, so that the hook tears off long strips. If the
executioner has not been bribed, and does his business conscientiously,
the person under punishment loses consciousness after the third stroke,
and sometimes dies under the fifth. A peculiarity of the Russian law
may be also noted here, which orders that the number of blows from
the knout shall always be an unequal one! The scaffold on which the
sufferer is placed is called in Russ ‘a mare’ (_kobyla_). It is an
inclined plane, to which the man is tied with his back uncovered.
The head is firmly fastened to the upper part, the feet to the lower
end, and the hands, which are also knotted together, go round below
the plank; any movement of the body becoming in this way impossible.
After receiving the prescribed number of strokes, the poor wretch is
untied, and on his knees undergoes the punishment of being _marked_.
The letters _vor_ (meaning thief, or malefactor) are printed in
sharp-pointed letters on a stamp, which the executioner drives into
the forehead and into both cheeks, and while the blood runs, a black
mixture, of which gunpowder is an ingredient, is rubbed into the
wounds; they heal, but the bluish mark left remains for life. In old
days, after thus marking a man, they sometimes tore off his nostrils
with iron pincers; but a _ukase_ of the last years of Alexander I.
definitively abolished this additional piece of barbarity. I have
myself encountered in Siberia more than one criminal thus hideously
disfigured, but all dating from a time anterior to the publication of
the _ukase_ in question. As for those who had the triple inscription
of _vor_, I have seen an incalculable number in Siberia; but I believe
women cannot be punished in this way, and I never met with one who wore
the triple brand.
The _plète_, so often and so erroneously confounded with the knout,
is a less fearful instrument of punishment. Three stout thongs are
weighted at the ends with balls of lead, the other extremity winds up
the arm of the executioner, and according to the law it ought to weigh
from five to six pounds. When it comes down on the back it strikes
like three sticks; it does not tear up the flesh like the knout, but
the skin breaks under the blows, which make a lesion of the spinal
column, break the ribs, and I have been told detach even the viscera
from their places; and those who have suffered under the _plète_, if
they have received any great number of lashes, generally fall into
consumption and perish. In order to give himself greater purchase, the
person wielding it makes a run and does not strike till close to ‘the
mare.’ I have said that it is possible to gain over the operator, and
in this case he can manage not to touch the instrument with the little
finger of the hand. This lessens the blow, although the attention of
the superintending officer is not attracted by the practice, and any
reader by experimentalising with a stick may convince himself that it
does so. If however the sentence stands for a great number of strokes,
the executioner is then bribed to inflict the first with tremendous
violence, and as much upon the sides as possible, so that life is
sooner extinct, and death puts a speedier end to the sufferings of the
victim.
A third species of punishment is running the gauntlet (_skvos-stroï_,
literally ‘through the ranks’); it is generally reserved for soldiers,
and yet many of my countrymen have suffered thus for political
offences. It is inflicted with long rods newly cut, which have been
steeped in water for some days to make them more pliant. Soldiers
are arranged in two files, but each man stands at some distance from
the other, so that all may strike with a long swing without being in
each other’s way. The condemned person, stripped to the waist, passes
through the ranks, his hands are tied in front upon a musket of which
the bayonet rests on his chest; the butt-end is held by the soldier
who leads him. He walks slowly, receiving the rods on his back and
shoulders, and if he faints and falls he is picked up again. A _ukase_
of Peter the Great fixes the maximum of blows at twelve thousand, but
it is seldom that more than two thousand are given at one time, unless
for the sake of ‘setting an example;’ in general, after two thousand
the patient is carried off to the hospital, and when healed of his
wounds he pays the rest of his penalty.
After such patients as these have recovered a little health and
strength in a military hospital, they are hurried off to some one of
the head-quarters of the empire, where a large number being assembled,
they are classed according to their sentences, whether of simple
transportation (_possilenié_), or of hard labour in the public works
(_katorga_). Thus classified, they are told off into gangs of a hundred
at the least, and of two hundred and fifty at the greatest computation.
The gangs thus formed then separate for Siberia, and the time which
is spent on the road is one of the greatest elements of suffering in
their painful lot. For example, to go from Kiow to Tobolsk requires
a long year; and if the gang has a farther destination (say the mines
of Nertchinsk, in the government of Irkutsk), the journey will take
more than two years. Criminals condemned to hard labour are placed
under a stronger escort, and under a more severe watch than those who
are simply deported, and they generally form a brigade by themselves.
I met many of these caravans on my journey, and they travelled in the
following order. In front rode a Cossack at a walk, completely armed,
and with a lance in his hand; after him came men either singly or
chained together by hands and feet; these were followed by twenty,
all fastened at the wrists to long iron rods; the next were fettered
in the same way, with their feet chained in addition, but the women,
as far as I could judge, did not wear any irons. On both sides of the
gang marched soldiers with loaded arms, while some Cossacks rode up and
down. After the prisoners, and in the first carriage, one might see the
officer in charge with his head down, and smoking his pipe; the other
carriages brought the baggage and the sick, who wore a collar by which
they could be chained to a pole fixed in the vehicle.
My heart felt ready to break every time that I met a company of the
sort, and the sight of the women was most trying. A mournful silence
reigned in their groups, and it was only broken by the dull noise of
their chains. No doubt these men were in general real malefactors, the
off-scourings of any society; but who could say that among them there
were none that were innocent, no political criminals, no countrymen
of my own? Later, and when sojourning on the banks of the Irtiche, I
had for my companions two political exiles like myself, Siesieki and
Syezewski: these men had done the whole distance on foot and in a gang,
and they furnished me with every detail of their march. Thus, they told
me that none of these unhappy creatures can stir in his sleep without
awaking companions fastened to the same bar, and indeed without causing
them sharp pain, if the movement should happen to be a rough one, as
often is the case in sleep. At the times for halting and eating the
prisoners are huddled together in a circle, while the foot soldiers
watch them, and the Cossacks stray round them on horseback. The column
walks for two days and rests on the third; and for this purpose, beyond
Nijni-Novgorod, where the villages are few and far between, houses have
been constructed to shelter the gangs at distances calculated to suit
the recurrence of these days of rest. These buildings, long and low
(for they are only one story high), extending in the middle of wide
and desert plains, and only inhabited at intervals, are calculated to
leave a strange impression. Military stations are also established at
unequal distances along the route from Kiow to Smolensk, and even to
Nertchinsk. In each of these stations is to be found an officer with
a number of soldiers sufficient to replace the escort which arrives.
The officer is in all cases responsible for the prisoners, and has
over them a perfectly discretional power. He may punish them with
the bastinado, the rods, and the _plète_; and abuses are, as may be
supposed, inevitable, though, to the honour of humanity, it must be
said that very many of these officers, far from making a cruel use of
their dictatorship, often show themselves full of care and compassion
for the unhappy beings whom they are obliged to conduct. At times of
severe cold or of any great flood, the columns are obliged to stop at
any station where they may happen to be. These expeditions are sent off
in such a way that every week one gang enters Tobolsk as another leaves
it to continue its march. At Tobolsk sits what is called the Commission
of Deportation, whose business is to assign a definitive destination
to each man, according to local convenience, or the necessities of the
public works. It has been calculated that the number of transported
persons amounts every year to little short of ten thousand.
I must give one more detail, supplied to me by the same Siesieki whom
I have already mentioned. The train of which he formed a part was met
near Moscow by the Duke of Leuchtenberg and his wife, Grand-Duchess
Marie. The daughter of Nicholas, on learning that many Poles, condemned
for political offences, were to be found in the column, had them
pointed out to her, and remained for an hour in contemplation of the
body; no word escaped her lips, but she dried continually the big
tears which fell from her eyes. The Duke of Leuchtenberg approached
Siesieki, asked him his name, and said that he should seek for his
pardon at the hands of the Emperor. Did the Duke forget it, or did he
not dare to ask? Nothing can be known; but this I know for certain,
that, many a long day afterwards, I found Siesieki in Siberia, and that
I was one day to leave him there.
Were not these strange meetings? Carried away in my _kibitka_ towards
the land from which no man returns, a convict on his way to work out
his bitter sentence, I yet saw many shapes of misfortune worse than my
own. I could see faces of men in such gangs as I have described, who,
looking into mine, counted me as happy. Nay, I could say to myself,
I too had only escaped this, the last and lowest stage of misery
and shame, by means of the privilege which attached to my birth--a
privilege which my own convictions disallowed, but which the Tzar
himself maintained. Compared with the lot of this herd of the lost my
state certainly was more endurable. I was sure to arrive soon, only
too soon, at the place for which I was bound; I was not rivetted to
any parricide, or to a malefactor, and my hands at least were free.
The tight rings of my fetters alone caused me any suffering, and now
I almost blushed to speak of them; but the pain was really great, and
by dint of entreaties I prevailed on the soldiers to have the luckless
rings let out at one of the halting places, which after all was only
in accordance with the orders they had received at Kiow. At first,
these guardians of mine had obstinately refused to meet any of my
attempts at conversation with them, replying that they were forbidden
to address me. However, I kept up with them, and I ended in humanising
them. We soon talked freely, and drank together some glasses of that
Russian brandy of which I was learning to appreciate the salutary and
strengthening qualities. Neither of the men seemed to be bad-hearted in
any way, and they were more distressed than pleased by the business in
hand. One day, when, from sufferings of mind and bodily fatigue I fell
sick, and was lying down at one of the posting-houses, I overheard the
following conversation between them:
‘Well, we are very unlucky: if we do not arrive at Omsk on the day
appointed, we shall be beaten with rods; and if we hurry him too much,
and he dies of it, we shall be beaten all the same; we are in very bad
luck!’
They were continually haunted by the fear of my dying or committing
suicide. When we had a river to cross, they sat by me in the boat, and
held me by both arms, in case I should leap into the water; and at our
meals they gave me meat cut into little squares, from which the bones
had been carefully removed, and which I had to eat with a spoon.
Thus, without being positively cruel, these soldiers showed an
astonishing indifference to my sad position. In the conversation, for
instance, which I have just cited, it will be seen that they made an
abstraction of me: I ceased to be a man, a creature of God, suffering
in body and in misery of mind; I was only a dangerous charge, to be
got rid of as quickly as possible; and the only thing they could find
pity for was for themselves. But it was not in them alone that I had
to remark a charity so nicely restricted, or such indifference to the
pains of other men. At one of the places where we changed horses, the
new postilion, a great rough fellow, came up to me and asked me:
‘Are you a Pole? How many _kibitkas_ are following you, then?’
‘None.’
‘What! none? As soon as you see a _kibitka_ with a Pole, one may always
bet that there will be no end to them; these Poles must be in swarms,
and yet I can’t think how we are not come to the last of them by this
time.’
At the same time I should be singularly ungrateful and unjust if I did
not declare that such speeches as these were rare and exceptional, and
that they stood out in contrast with the general manner of the country
people towards me. These showed themselves full of compassion, and
even of solicitude; and after entering Russia Proper, as I advanced
by degrees into the interior, I never ceased to receive from them
unequivocal marks of their sympathy and pity. How often was I not
followed by travellers, especially by ladies, who pressed gifts of
money on my acceptance! How often have I not seen at our halting places
young girls stop and look at me with sadness, even with tearful eyes!
One rich merchant, who was returning from the fair at Nijni-Novgorod,
pressed upon me with real eagerness the sum of two hundred roubles,
saying it was nothing for him to lose, and might be of the greatest
use to me. If I always thought it right to refuse such presents, of
which, moreover, I should have been doubtless deprived by the Russian
authorities, I accepted without hesitation and with much gratitude
the articles of food and drink brought to me on all sides by the
inhabitants. It was rarely that the master of any posting-house failed
to offer me either tea or brandy at the stations where we stopped;
his wife or his daughters presented me with cakes, dried fish, or
fruits, while the neighbours would hasten to do the same. At one of
these stations, not far from Toula, I saw an official in a uniform
arrive, and I was timidly offered by him a little parcel wrapped in
a silk handkerchief. As he gave it me, he said, ‘Accept this from my
patron saint.’ I could not make out his meaning; and as the sight of an
uniform did not predispose me in his favour, I made a sign of refusing
it.
‘You are a Pole,’ he said, colouring a little; ‘and you are not
acquainted with our customs. This is my birthday, and on such a day it
is our bounden duty to share our goods with those who are in adversity;
accept this then I beseech you, in the name of my saint.’
I could not resist a petition so touching and so Christian in its
spirit. The parcel contained bread, salt, and a few coins; the money I
gave to the guards, and I broke bread with the official, who asked me:
‘Why are they taking you to Siberia?’
‘Because I have thought and felt as a Pole.’
‘You were right to do so, because you were in Poland; but why do the
Poles wish to plant their ways of thinking in Russia? In the garrison
of our town, there were about ten Poles incorporated into our army
after the revolution of 1831. Will you believe it, Sir, these Poles
excited our soldiers, persuaded them that they were very unhappy, that
the Tzar was the cause of it, and that his authority was not lawful?
Now what was the consequence of all this? They only made their own case
worse, and they drew upon themselves all the severities of the Russian
law. These Poles never reflected that every nation has, and ought to
have, a government suited to its nature. Now the Russian people are
rude, ignorant, and uncultivated; why think, when in such a state as
this, of any other authority or of any political reforms whatever?
However little we were to depart from the severity of our laws, we
should see the life and fortunes of our citizens seriously endangered,
and that before very long; we should have murders, fires, and rapine
of all sorts. I know my nation too well. In time we may proceed to some
changes, but it will not be very soon; and it is vain to think of it at
the present moment.’
Very different was a scene which was acted not far from Kazan. There,
on going into a station, I saw, to my great surprise, that with the
character of post-master my landlord combined that of priest (_pope_).
Surrounded by convivial peasants, the _batiouchka_ was delivering a
long peroration, while he swallowed great potations from a monstrous
bottle of brandy which was on the table by which he was seated. I do
not know by what sign he perceived that I was a Pole, but he rose
immediately and turned the torrent of his eloquence upon me, deploring
the seditious spirit of the Poles, their disobedience to the Tzar, and
the misfortunes which they drew upon themselves and upon Russia. All
these considerations did not however prevent his offering me a glass. I
drank and prudently beat a retreat, while the _pope_ made over my head
an infinite number of signs of the cross. I really do not know whether
a benediction was intended, or whether he hoped to drive out of me the
evil spirit of revolt.
Although thus an object of a general commiseration, which showed itself
by the touching offerings of the poor, and even in the enigmatical
benedictions of a tipsy priest, I nevertheless could practise charity
in my turn, for many begged from me. One day in particular I can
recall. It was, if I mistake not, at Saransk, as, with fetters on my
feet, I stood waiting for a relay of horses, that I saw a man stretch
out his hand towards me and ask for alms. He had on a military cap,
and the many medals on his coat showed that he had served in several
campaigns. He was, in fact, a soldier discharged from the service, and
even I could recognise that he had once been in the Imperial Guard.
What a strange contrast was here! A faithful and deserving servant of
the Tzar begging his bread from a man who, a rebel to this same Tzar,
was condemned by him to labour as a felon among felons! Without doubt,
the most hapless being in the universe, more unhappy than even the
convicts of Siberia, is the soldier of the Emperor of all the Russias.
I do not speak of those twenty or five-and-twenty years of service
which try his health and wear out his strength; I speak not either of
the thousands of blows which he receives during his long martyrdom;
but if, at the end of so many years passed under arms and under the
rod, he were in his old age protected from want and misery, it would
be well. At the most, however, the Russian government grants to some
decrepid and attenuated victim of military discipline permission to
settle upon the crown lands at some thousands of _verstes_ from his
family, and from the place of his birth, without even giving him what
is wanted for reclaiming the fields from which he is to scrape a
living. If he marries he is obliged to remit to the Emperor every male
child who attains the age of ten years; and thus he has the assurance
that there is prepared for his son a life and an old age as miserable
as his own. But it must not be supposed that all veterans are provided
for even after this fashion. By far the greater number are told off to
the fortresses or to the prisons of the government, or else sent back
to their old homes, where they survive, old, poor, and unfit for work,
as burdens upon families to whom they have become all but strangers;
though the government, in giving them their discharge, has taken care
to stipulate that there they shall neither be permitted to beg, nor
allow their beards to grow. Unfortunately, this last order is more
easily carried out than the first.
With the exception of that enforced halt which was occasioned by the
illness I have mentioned, we continued our course without stopping
anywhere except for our meals and to change horses. Day and night we
drove, sleeping as we sat in the _kibitka_, only that my slumbers
there were less profound than those of my keepers, for at each jolt
of the carriage (and such jolts were incessant) my chains were shaken
and knocked against my feet, so that I was obliged to draw them up and
hold them always in my hands. Often in this plight and tormented by
sleeplessness I sat alongside of my guardians, who slept so heavily
that more than once I caught their caps for them when they were on
the point of losing them from the wind; and I could not help smiling
as I looked at them, and thought that I might be fairly said to be
outwatching my watchers. The journey was monotonous, in spite of its
giddy and headlong pace, or rather this very pace made it monotonous
by confounding all impressions and preventing any contemplation of
the outside world. Going at the rate of about sixty-six _verstes_ or
_kilometres_ a day, I had traversed in succession the governments of
Tchernigov, Orel, Toula, Riazan, Vladimir, Nijni-Novgorod, Kazan,
Viatka and Perm; I had passed the mountain chains of Oural and Tobolsk,
and I found myself, at the end of twenty days, transported from the
fertile plains of Poland to the very centre of Siberia-West; and that
without, so to speak, any remembrance of the people or of the country
which I left behind me. At one of the last stations short of Omsk,
while a relay was being procured, a soldier passed, and stopping in
front of me began to whistle an air which made me quiver--Dombrowski’s
air, ‘No, never shall Poland perish!’ The man was a compatriot of
Mazovia, a soldier of 1831, an old brother in arms, now incorporated
into the army of Siberia. He stole furtively up to me and had only time
to say, ‘What are our people about? What do they think of us in France?’
At last, late in the night of August 20, 1844, we stopped before a
sort of castle. ‘Who goes there?’ cried the sentry from the top of the
bastion. ‘An unhappy one,’ replied the postillion of our _kibitka_.
Immediately the gates swung wide, and we were in Omsk. After the lapse
of about twenty minutes, and with all the feverish promptitude which
distinguishes the public service of Russia, a report of my arrival
reached the commandant of the fortress, and Prince Gortchakov, the
Governor-General of Western Siberia. The order was sent back to have me
conveyed to the station of the guard, close to the prince’s residence,
and there I was installed, having for my companion an officer under
arrest in this room, for some infraction of discipline. He was quite
a young man of good family, hardly twenty, good looking, pleasant and
gay, speaking French, and communicating something of his own good
humour to all who came near him. When I said that I was a Pole, he
gave me a more than hearty reception, pressing tea on me, and putting
himself to inconvenience in order to prepare a bed for me. In spite of
the fatigue of the long journey, I spent the greater part of that night
in talking with him, for I found much pleasure in his gay and natural
conversation. He knew the country well, and could give me information
which was at once precise in itself and of the greatest use to me; but
what most enchanted me was his unrolling before me a first-rate map of
Siberia. This I examined with feverish curiosity; I had all the marks
explained to me, I studied and strove to fix in my memory the different
routes and watersheds of the country. My heart beat violently, and I
could not take my eyes off the map. At last the officer noticed my
agitation. ‘Ah!’ he said, ‘I fear you meditate an evasion! pray, pray
do not think of it, it is perfectly impossible. Many of your countrymen
have tried it, and those may be said to have been happy who, tracked on
every side, tortured by hunger, and maddened by despair, have yet been
able to escape the consequences of their crazy undertaking by a timely
suicide. The consequences are certain to be the knout and a life of
misery such as I have no words to describe to you. For God’s sake, put
all such thoughts out of your mind!’
I asked my companion what was the cause of his detention.
‘Far be it from me to know,’ he replied. ‘This is not the first time
that I take off my hat to these walls. It is a pleasure that comes my
way at least twice a month. We have a colonel of the old school, quite
a martinet in discipline; and then, as you see, I have the luck, or the
bad luck, to be always in the most giddy spirits, and he puts me very
often under arrest, to see if it will make a wise man of me. What makes
him more angry is that I never ask him about anything, and he says,
that that is insolence, and that I have too much liberty of thought
(_volnodoumstoo_).’
He spoke to me afterwards of his intention to change his regiment,
because his colonel had decidedly taken a dislike to him. He expected
to be sent among the subjugated tribes of the Kirghis, whose language
he was learning, by talking with those of the natives who happened to
be prisoners in this castle. The next morning he had one of these sons
of the desert, a Khan, to breakfast with me; and thus I had for the
first time an opportunity of seeing a representative of those warlike
and nomadic races which occupy the steppes beyond Orenbourg.
The next day, at eight o’clock in the morning, I was visited by the
commandant, Colonel De Grawe, a worthy old gentleman of alarming
corpulence but very obliging manners, and who was of Swedish
extraction. ‘What a pity, what a pity,’ he never ceased repeating,
‘that once free, and in a foreign country, you ever took it into your
head to come back!’ After him came the prefect of police in Omsk, M.
Nalabardine--tall, thin, dry, straight as an arrow, tight as a cord,
with a long face and little eyes, which were piercing and sunk. He
seemed a mixture of the Cossack, Kirghis and Tartar races. There was
something of a vulture in his physiognomy; and, indeed, I learnt
afterwards that he really was cruel and rapacious in the extreme. Yet
this man had some involuntary feeling. He asked me how it was that I
had dared to return to Poland without the permission of the Tzar; and
when I replied that I had yielded only to the pangs of home sickness,
he cried, with a voice which was unsteady with emotion, ‘Ah! native
country, native land, thou art indeed a beloved thing!’
At midday I was desired to wait on Prince Gortchakov, and shown into
a large waiting-room, where a number of persons in his employment sat
writing. After some minutes, several of them rose, and, holding out
their hands to me, addressed me in Polish. They were young Poles,
political prisoners, who worked at desks in the government offices.
Encouraged by their example, the Russians present also had the courage
to approach me, and to ask me about my lot; and from them I learnt that
this was a very decisive moment for me. I have stated before that the
Commission of Deportation held its permanent sittings at Tobolsk; that
it received the gangs, and assigned to each of the condemned his future
and final destination; but as I had not made the journey in a gang, it
was not the commission at Tobolsk, but the Governor-General of Siberia,
residing at Omsk, who was to point out my _settlement_. Now this was a
very important matter to me, because he might, for example, order me to
work out my sentence of penal servitude in any of the government works
or factories of the neighbourhood; or else he might send me to dig in
the mines of Nertchinsk. The hell of a Siberian convict has, alas! many
circles; and the question of determining which of them should be my
fate was precisely the one which was being discussed in the adjoining
room, where the Governor-General’s Council was sitting. They told
me I might pin my hopes chiefly on the presence at the board of M.
Kapoustine, an official of the highest rank and greatest influence
about the Prince--a man of generous instincts, and who always pleaded
in favour of deported persons convicted on political grounds. All of
a sudden, a sound was heard, everybody looked hard at the page before
him, and Prince Gortchakov appeared at the door of the room. He came
forward a step or two, fixed his eyes on me for some seconds, then
turning his back, he returned to his own apartments, without having
addressed me. An hour passed away in waiting in this cruel suspense.
At last we saw M. Kapoustine of the Council leave the inner room. He
announced to me, with a polite and kindly manner, that I was to be
sent to the works at the government distilleries, at Ekaterinski-Zavod
(established by the Empress Catherine), in the district of Tara, on
the banks of the Irtiche, at the distance of rather more than 300
kilometres from Omsk. Hardly had he ceased speaking and departed, than
the clerks began to offer me their congratulations. I bade farewell
to them, as well as to the two poor gendarmes who had brought me from
Kiow; then, stepping into a _kibitka_ which waited at the gate, I was
whirled away to the final term of my travels.