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Table of Contents
R. Review
1. Equations and Inequalities
2. Graphs
3. Functions and Their Graphs
4. Linear and Quadratic Functions
5. Polynomial and Rational Functions
6. Exponential and Logarithmic Functions
7. Analytic Geometry
8. Systems of Equations and Inequalities
9. Sequences; Induction; the Binomial Theorem
10. Counting and Probability
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Language: English
BY
MAURICE BARING
AUTHOR OF “WITH THE RUSSIANS IN MANCHURIA,” ETC.
DEDICATED
TO
Dr. Johnson
PREFACE
St. Petersburg
CONTENTS
PAGE
PREFACE ix
INTRODUCTION xiii
CHAPTER
I. ST. PETERSBURG TO GODZIADAN 1
II. JEN-TZEN-TUNG 11
III. THE STRIKE AND THE MANIFESTO OF OCTOBER 21
(30TH) 17TH
IV. MOSCOW AFTER THE MANIFESTO 31
V. ST. PETERSBURG BEFORE THE SECOND STRIKE 39
VI. MOSCOW—THE DECEMBER RISING 43
VII. MOSCOW—AFTER THE RISING 63
VIII. THE “INTELLIGENZIA” 75
IX. THE BEGINNING OF THE REACTION 84
X. CURRENT IDEAS IN ST. PETERSBURG 97
XI. DOSTOIEVSKI’S ANNIVERSARY 121
XII. THE POLITICAL PARTIES 128
XIII. IN THE COUNTRY 137
XIV. THE ELECTIONS 152
XV. EASTER AT MOSCOW—THE FOREIGN LOAN 162
XVI. THE AGRARIAN QUESTION—ON THE EVE OF THE 178
DUMA
XVII. THE OPENING OF THE DUMA 191
XVIII. FURTHER IMPRESSIONS OF THE DUMA 202
XIX. THE DEADLOCK 212
XX. CURRENT IDEAS ON THE DUMA 225
XXI. THE BEGINNING OF DISORDER 233
XXII. PRINCE URUSSOFF’S SPEECH 250
XXIII. NAZARENKO, AND OTHER PEASANT MEMBERS 258
XXIV. THE DISSOLUTION OF THE DUMA 281
XXV. IN THE COUNTRY AFTER THE DISSOLUTION 288
INDEX 309
INTRODUCTION
August 8, 1905.
I left St. Petersburg this evening for Manchuria. The one absorbing
discussion in St. Petersburg is the question of the peace negotiations.
Will there be peace or not?
August 11th.
I started for Irkutsk on the 9th from Moscow. The train is crowded
with people—officers going to the war, men of business going to
Siberia, women and children. It is exceedingly hot. The last time I
travelled in this Trans-Siberian express the winter had just given way
to the leafless and bare aspect of early spring. Now we travel through
great stretches of green plains, past huge fir-woods which are burnt
and browned by the heat. The topic of the peace negotiations
continues to prevail above all other topics. I am constantly asked my
opinion. We have just received the latest telegrams from Portsmouth.
A man of business asked me if I thought there would be peace. I said
“Yes.” “There won’t be,” he replied. The railway line is fringed all the
way with pink flowers, which, not being a botanist, I take to be
ragged robin. At night the full moon shines spectral and large over
the dark trees and marshes, and every now and then over stretches of
shining water. The officers discuss the war from morning till night.
They abuse their generals mercilessly. They say that it is impossible
for Russians to look foreigners in the face. In my compartment there
is an army doctor. He assisted at the battle of Mukden and is now
returning for the second time to the war. He tells me that he wrote a
diary of his experiences during the battle and that he is unable to re-
read it now, so poignantly painful is the record. He trusts there will
not be peace. He is sanguine as to the future. He loathes the liberal
tendencies in Russia and detests Maxim Gorki. Yet he is no Jingo.
A gentleman from Moscow, and his wife, on the contrary, inveigh
bitterly against the Government and the war. (I saw these same
people again at Moscow after the December rising. Their house was
situated in a street where the firing had been heavy and abundant.
They had had enough of revolution and blamed the revolutionaries
as severely then as they now blamed the Government.) We
constantly pass trains full of troops going to the war. The men all ask
the same question: “When is peace going to be?” They ask for
newspapers and cigarettes. I gave some of them some bottles of
whisky, which they drank off then and there out of the bottle. An
amusing incident happened last evening. We had stopped at a siding.
Everybody had got out of the train. I was walking up and down the
platform with one of the passengers. We saw a soldier throwing big
stones at the window of the washing compartment.
“What are you doing that for?” we asked.
“I want to speak to his Honour,” the soldier said; “he is washing
his face in the washing-room.” And through the window of the
compartment, lit by electric light, we could see the silhouette of an
officer washing his face.
“Why don’t you go and knock at the door?” we asked.
“They are” (to speak of a person in the third person plural is
respectful in Russian, and is always done by inferiors of their
superiors)—“they are ‘having taken drink’ (Oni Vipimshi),” he
replied, and then he added, lest we should receive a false impression,
“His Honour is very good.”
As we passed train after train of troops I reflected on the rashness
of prophecy. How often I had heard it said in London, when the war
broke out, that the line would break down immediately. Even when I
reached Mukden I heard people say that the line could not possibly
last through the summer, and here it is supporting gaily train after
train in the second year of the war.
We arrived at Irkutsk on the morning of the 17th and took the train
for Baikal. At Irkutsk station there was a train of sick soldiers
returning from the war. They begged for newspapers. The tedium of
their long journey is, they say, intolerable. They say there has been a
good deal of typhus in Manchuria.
We crossed the lake in the steamer. Its summer aspect is far less
striking than the strange glory which it wears when it is frozen, and
the distant mountains seem like “a sunny pleasure dome with caves
of ice.” In summer the waters are blue, the nearer hills grey and the
distant mountains blue, but with nothing strange or unreal about
them. Yet when the sunset silvered the grey tints and spread a ragged
golden banner in the sky, the lake was extremely beautiful in another
way. At Baikal station there was the usual struggle for places in the
train. How well I remembered the desperate struggle I had gone
through to get a seat in a third-class carriage at this same place last
year! This time it was in the first-class carriage that the conflict took
place. An engineer got into the same carriage as I did. He occupied
one of the lower berths and I the other. Presently a lady arrived,
bound for Chita, and looking for a place. She came into our carriage
and asked to be allowed to have one of the lower berths. The
engineer flatly refused and said that he had occupied his seat and
had a right to keep it. I told her I would let her have mine with
pleasure. She occupied it and went out. I moved my things into the
upper berth. “Why on earth did you give up your seat?” the engineer
asked. “You had a right to keep it.” When the lady came back she
said to me: “Ah! you are evidently not a Russian; no Russian would
have given up his place.” The engineer turned out to be quite a good-
natured sort of person, but there is something about trains which
makes people who are by nature mild and good-natured turn into
savages, and instils into them a passionate determination to cleave to
their rights. The next morning another man arrived in our carriage,
with a large basket and a second-class ticket. This upset the engineer,
who complained to the “Controller” of the train, and the poor man
was turned out. The engineer snorted and said: “There’s an insolent
fellow for you.” The lady was the wife of an engineer who was
employed at Chita; and she told me much about life in Chita: how
hard times were, owing to the war, how scarce food was getting—
“Und wie so teuer der Kaffee,
Und wie so rar das Geld!”