Chapter 110 Part Three - Six

Nekhludoff was particularly fond of a consumptive young man named Kryltzov.Kryltzov was in the same regiment as Maslova, and was exiled to hard labor.Nekhludoff had known him already in Yekaterinburg, met him several times on the way, and talked to him.Once in the summer, while resting at the station, Nekhludoff spent almost the whole day with him.Kryltzov told him with great interest his own history, and how he had become a revolutionary.His pre-prison history was simple: his father was a wealthy southern landowner who died when he was a child.He was an only son and was raised by his mother.He went to middle school and university very easily. When he graduated from the mathematics department of the university, he ranked first and got a master's degree.The school wants him to stay in school, and will send him abroad for further studies in the future.He hesitated.He fell in love with a girl, wanted to marry her, and work for the Zemstvo.He wanted to do everything, but he just couldn't make up his mind.At this time, several classmates asked him to donate some money to public works.He knew that this kind of public cause was a revolutionary cause, but at that time he had no interest in it. He just donated money out of the friendship and self-esteem of his classmates, lest people say that he was timid.The person who received the money was arrested, and a note was found showing that the money had been donated by Kryltzoff.He too was arrested for this, first in a police station and then in prison.

"The prison I'm in," said Kryltzov to Nekhludoff (who sat on a high plank with his chest sunken and his elbows on his knees, look at Nekhludoff with kind, good-looking shining eyes), "That prison is not too strict. We can not only knock on the walls to communicate with each other, but also walk up and down the corridors, chat casually, and distribute food and drinks to each other. Tobacco, and at night I can even sing in unison. I used to have a good voice. Really, if my mother hadn't been too sad, I was in prison well, even happily. Here I met the famous Pietro husband (who later committed suicide by slitting his throat with broken glass in the fortress), and others. But I was not a revolutionary then. I also knew two men in the cell next door. Manifesto 1 was arrested, and later tried to escape on the way to the station. One was a Pole, whose surname was Lozinsky; Boy. He said he was seventeen, but he looked fifteen. He was small and thin, with bright black eyes, and a quick wit, and musical talent like all Jews. He was still changing his voice, but It's very nice to sing. Yes! I saw them being interrogated. They were taken out in the morning and returned in the evening, and they were said to be sentenced to death. No one expected this. Their case is really very light. , only tried to escape from the escort, and no one was hurt. Besides, it is very unreasonable to sentence a child like Rozovsky to death. All of us in the prison thought it was just Threatening and scaring them, the superiors will not approve. At first everyone was agitated for a while, then calmed down, and lived as before. Yes! Unexpectedly, one night, the guard came to my door and told me furtively, , some carpenters came, and they were setting up the gallows. At first I didn't understand what was going on, what kind of gallows was not a gallows. But the old guard was very excited, and I glanced at him, and then I realized that it was for the two of us Yes. I wanted to knock on the wall and tell them all, but I was afraid of being overheard by those two. Everyone was silent, obviously knowing all about it. There was a deathly silence in the passage and in the cell that night. We No knocking on the wall, no singing. About ten o'clock the guard came again and told me that an executioner had been sent from Moscow. He went away after speaking. I called him and asked him to come back. Suddenly I heard Rozov From his cell across the aisle, Sky called to me: 'What's the matter with you? What's the matter with him?' I faltered that he had brought me tobacco, but Rozovsky seemed to guess what's the matter, just ask me why we don't sing, don't knock on the walls. I don't remember what I said to him, but I walked away before he asked me anything. Yeah! It was a terrible night I listened to all kinds of voices all night. Early the next morning, I suddenly heard the door of the corridor open, and several people came in. I stood by the window. A lamp was lit in the corridor. The prisoner was the first to come in. Long. He is a fat man, and he usually looks good,He acted decisively, but now his face was pale and his head was downcast, as if he was scared out of his wits.Behind him came the Deputy Warden, frowning and stern; and behind him a guard.They passed my door and stopped at the door of the next cell.I heard the deputy warden shout in a strange voice: 'Lodzinsky, get up and put on clean clothes! 'yes!Then they heard the creaking of the cell door, they came up to him, and then they heard Lozinsky's steps.He walked down the aisle.I could only see the warden alone.He stood there, pale, unbuttoning his chest, buttoning it again, shrugging his shoulders.yes!Suddenly he moved away as if afraid of something.It was Lozinsky who passed him and came to my door.He was a handsome young man with a handsome Polish face: a broad, straight forehead, a head of fine fair hair, and beautiful sky-blue eyes.He was a strong, vigorous young man.He stood in front of my window, so I could see his whole face.His face was thin and gray and hideous.He asked me: 'Kryltzoff, do you have a cigarette? 'I was about to take out the cigarettes for him, but the deputy warden seemed afraid of wasting time, so he took out the cigarette case and handed it to him.He took a cigarette, and the deputy warden struck a match for him and lit it.He smoked, as if thinking of something.Later, as if thinking of something, he said, "It's too cruel and unreasonable!"I am not guilty of anything.I...' My eyes kept fixed on his white and tender neck, and I saw something quivering in his throat, and he couldn't continue.yes!At that moment, I heard Rozovsky yelling something in the corridor in a thin Jewish voice.Lozinsky threw away his cigarette butt and walked away from my cell door.And so Rozovsky appeared at my window opening.His boyish face was flushed and sweating, and his eyes were watery.He also wore a clean shirt, but his trousers were too big, and he kept pulling them up with both hands, shaking all over his body.He brought his pitiful face close to my window, and said: 'Kryltzoff, the doctor prescribed me lung soup, didn't he?I don't feel well, so I have to drink some lung-nourishing soup. 'No one paid attention to him, he just looked at me and the warden with questioning eyes.What he meant by saying this, I never understood.yes!The deputy warden straightened his face immediately, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Are you kidding me?"go quickly. ' Rozovsky, obviously not understanding what was waiting for him, hurried down the aisle, just ahead of everyone else.But then he stopped and wouldn't go, and I heard him screaming and howling.There was a commotion and a stamping of feet.He howled harshly and wept bitterly.Later, the sound became farther and farther away, the door of the corridor slammed, and then there was silence... Yes!So they were hanged.Both were strangled with ropes.One of the guards, who saw this, told me that Lozinsky did not resist, but Rozovsky struggled so long that they had to drag him to the gallows and force his head into a noose.yes!The guard was stupid.He said to me: 'Sir, people say it's a terrible thing.It's not scary at all.When they were hanged, they only shrugged their shoulders like this twice,' he pretended to shrug his shoulders up suddenly, and then slumped down again,'then the executioner pulled the rope, well, that is, to tighten the noose Some, it's over, they don't move anymore. 'Well, 'it's not terrible at all,'" Kryltzoff repeated what the guard had said, and he wanted to laugh, but when he failed, he burst into tears.

-------- ① Refers to the manifesto of the movement against the tsarist autocracy in Poland since the 1860s. Then he was silent for a while, panting with difficulty, suppressing the choked sobs welling up in his throat. "I've been a revolutionary ever since. Yeah," he said calmly, finishing his story briefly. He joined the Democratic People's Will Party and became the leader of the sabotage team, using terror methods against government officials to force them to give up power and let the people take power.He traveled around for this purpose, going to Petersburg for a while, going abroad for a while, going to Kyiv for a while, and Odessa for a while, and succeeded again and again.Later, he was betrayed by someone he trusted very much.He was arrested, tried, and spent two years in prison, where he was sentenced to death, which was later commuted to hard labor for life.

He fell ill with consumption in prison.Under the present conditions, it seems that he has only a few more months to live.He knows this, but has no regrets about his actions.He said that if he had been given another life, he would still do what he did, which meant destroying the criminal social system he had seen. Kryltzov's background and contact with him made Nekhludoff understand many things that he did not understand before.