Chapter 660 True Love for Sincerity

To understand what happened to prisons, courts and police in Russia, you have to be a farmer, a servant, a craftsman or a petty citizen. Most political prisoners belong to nobles, and they will be subject to strict imprisonment and barbaric punishment, but their fate cannot be compared with the unshaven pauper. The police are never polite to those people. Who can a farmer or a craftsman complain to afterwards and where can he go to find justice?

The lawlessness, cruelty, tyranny and corruption of the Russian court and the Russian police are so hard to describe, that the people who enter the court are not afraid of punishment according to law, but the trial process. He hopes to send it to Siberia as soon as possible—the day when the punishment begins is the end of the torture. We will not forget that three-quarters of the suspects arrested by the police were released after interrogation, but they were tortured like those who were guilty.

Peter III abolished the torture room and the secret interrogation office, Caterina II abolished the torture, and Alexander I abolished it again. The Tsar repeatedly ordered the "abolition" of torture, which just shows that torture has never stopped. Throughout Russia, from the Bering Strait to Taurugen, people are being tortured. If you are inconvenient to whip with tree sticks, you can use unbearable heat and use thirsty and salty food instead of torture.

In a climate of more than ten degrees below zero, the Moscow police forced the trial to stand barefoot on the iron plate, causing the person to dying and died in the hospital. At that time, Duke Messelski was in charge of the hospital, and this was revealed in his anger. The chiefs knew all this, the governors covered it up, the Supreme Court, with great power, tolerated it, and the ministers accused it all. The emperor and the church, the landlords and the police officers all agreed with Xie Lifan’s opinion—why not whip farmers, sometimes farmers need to whip them!

——Alexander Herzen, "Past and Memories"

If you catch a gangster who once entered the police station on the streets of Moscow, they will definitely pour you into the class room.

If you don’t wear shoes in the middle of winter, you will be stripped of only one piece of clothing in the middle of winter, and you will be punished to stand in the snow.

I deliberately prevent you from eating a bite of hot food. After drying the food, I have to grab a handful of dirty snow and cover it with you.

Even sleeping doesn’t allow you to sleep soundly. As soon as you squint your eyes, someone will slap you to wake you up.

The wishes of ordinary people are to live well, but as long as you get into the situation, okay, then you can change your wishes to die happily.

Compared with ordinary people, Hercen, the son of the noble, was treated much better.

Not only did no one come to peel his clothes, because there was no room specifically detaining him in the police station, the police chief also ordered him to sleep in the director's office tonight.

After the military police took Herzen to the police station, the director personally took him to the office.

At the end, Colonel Miller, the director, sat on the easy chair, yawning and muttering, "This ghost man, has been running around since three o'clock in the afternoon, and has been grinding here for a long time with you--now I'm afraid it's almost 11 or 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and I'll have to report to the boss tomorrow at 9 o'clock..."

The director sat and chatted with Hercen for a while, said "goodbye", and left.

The sergeant who was watching the night locked the door and did not forget to instruct Herzen, "If you have any trouble, you can knock on the door a few times."

After the director left, the office immediately became deserted, and the surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all.

Herzen stared at the starry sky outside the window, feeling an indescribable smell in his heart.

It may be a bit scared, but there is not a lot of fear, because the fear has passed, and now his heart is more of a feeling of guilt.

He was very worried about his mother at home. When the military police broke into the house this evening, the poor German woman who was taking a nap was woken up by a panicked servant and rushed out of the bedroom to see her son.

But she was stopped by a Cossack at the door between the living room and the hall. She called out in fear, attracting the attention of the police chief Colonel Miller. Colonel Miller scolded Cossack and expressed his apology to his mother, but the mother who saw her son surrounded by a military police could no longer stop her crying.

Seeing his mother crying, Herzen's nose was a little sore, but he was unwilling to cry because he didn't want the police and military police to be secretly proud after seeing it.

But he was worried that he would not be able to hold it in for too long, so he took the initiative to pull the director's sleeve and said calmly, "Let's go."

Before leaving, his mother brought a statue of John the Baptist and hung it on Herzen's neck. Herzen knelt on both knees and accepted his mother's blessing.

Before walking out of the house, he turned his head to look at his good mother. The German woman who was no longer young was almost fainting.

Herzen held the small statue in his hand, and felt his heart empty.

He looked at the pillows and quilts beside him. They were delivered by the butler not long ago.

But at this time, how could he sleep?

In the past, he always heard the word exile from others, but it was the first time he was so close to the word.

He had dreamed of exile. To be honest, although this was a nightmare, Herzen didn't think it was much worse than dreaming of a college exam.

But he couldn't stand the scene after his parents knew about him.

His father is a character. Although the bad-tempered stubborn old man has the highest military rank in his life and has reached the captain, he has seen big scenes and experienced strong storms. So, Herzen was not very worried about his father's reaction.

However, his mother, this miserable woman, caught up with the Patriotic War of 1812 when she gave birth to Herzen. While his father was delivering his letter to Petersburg, the seventeen-year-old girl was arranged to live in a small village in the countryside of Yaroslavl.

The mother and son live in a small black farmhouse surrounded by these unshaven "semi-barbarian" people. They wear old fur coats and speak a language she doesn't understand, and all this was terrible in 1812. winter in November. The only listener who stayed by her was unfortunately dying of illness during this period, so she had to cry day and night.

Fortunately, these "barbarians" sincerely pity the mother and son and treated her kindly with the simplest feelings. The village chief also sent his son to the city several times to buy raisins, honey biscuits, apples and buns for her.

Fortunately, those days have passed. To this day, the kind-hearted bearded village chief occasionally comes to Moscow. His appearance is still so rough, but his beard turns white and his head becomes bald.

Every time he went to Moscow, Herzen's mother would always entertain him for tea and talk to the old man about interesting things about the past: how she was afraid of him back then, how they didn't know each other.

The old man also called Herzen's mother Yulisa Ivanovna as she was like back then, instead of calling her Louisa according to German custom. If Herzen was next to him, he would definitely joke about the little baby who had been burying into his big beard back then.

After everything is over, the hard days of that year can also become beautiful memories.

Herzen always felt that a simple farmer like the village chief was far more worthy of being friends with the nobles who claimed to be the upper class in Moscow.

He liked to make friends with these inconspicuous little people since he was a child. Perhaps because of his illegitimate child, he felt that he did not look like a nobleman, and from the nobles he felt more indifferent feelings.

On the contrary, he felt sincere feelings from the servants and peasants who were looked down upon by the nobles.

He likes to watch her two nannies knit socks and tease each other, and his best and only friend is his uncle's miserable listener, Carlo, the German.

Carlo has no relatives in Russia, and he cannot speak Russian well, and is very shy and shy.

Unfortunately, besides the nobles, the German-speaking nanny of Herzen was the only German nanny Provo.

Alas, poor Carlo, it is probably difficult to find someone more kind, kind and easy-going than him. He can indulge the naughty little devil to mess up his residence and tolerate this naughty guy to bother him for hours , but he didn't have the courage to talk to the woman.

Herzen's habit of reading books was also cultivated by Carlo. Every night, he would bring some picture books from the library upstairs and show them to Herzen. He would not understand something. He gave Herzen patient explanation, and sometimes he could even talk about several paintings for an hour or two.

When Herzen thought of this, he felt his chest was blocked.

If he was a single person like Carlo, then exile was exiled, what's the big deal.

Even if he died in the Caucasus or Siberia, he could not let the snow bend his waist.

But, in this way, his poor mother, Carlo, who took him to study, dressed him, arranged him to sleep, bathed him, took him for a walk, taught him to speak German Mrs. Provo, they will be sad, right?

Herzen couldn't help but remember the gossip that two nannies were knitting sweaters when they were knitting sweaters when they were young.

Mrs. Provo often said, "Really, if I were a wife, I might as well leave and go back to Stuttgart. The couple always make trouble, argue and get tired of it. What's the fun?"

Vera Aldamonovna continued, "That's right, but I'm bound by this."

She pointed at Hercen with a sock knitting needle: "If you take it away, where will you go? What should I do in the future? Leave him alone here. This family looks like this, and others can't help but feel sad when they see it! ”

well……

The good news is that my mother doesn't have to worry about me now.

The bad news is that I probably can’t take it away, and I don’t need to lose it to me in Moscow. As for where to go? Go to the Caucasus, or go to Siberia!

Of course, these two places are definitely not as good as my mother's hometown Stuttgart.

When Herzen thought of this, he wanted to give himself a mouth.

How could I get the gendarmerie to arrest him?

If I don't...

When Herzen thought of this, his thinking suddenly stopped for a moment, and he murmured to himself, "That's right, why am I arrested?"

He scratched his head, puzzled.

It was not until this time that he suddenly realized that he seemed to be like Ogalov, and he had no reason to arrest him.

Herzen turned his eyes to the documents like a hill on the big table and the case files piled on the small table in the corner of the wall. He sat down on the director's easy chair without hesitation, lit the small oil lamp on the table and began to read them one by one. .

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Perhaps because there was no fun to find, or because he suddenly awakened the same perverted fun as Sir Arthur Hastings, even the boring security files and police regulations, Herzen could read it with relish.

After looking at it for a while, Herzen felt a little thirsty, so he knocked on the door and asked the sergeant at the door for a glass of water.

He just took a sip of water and read a file, and read it for several hours.

Until the sky turned white, Hercen suddenly heard someone gently knocking on the window.

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Herzen looked up and saw several familiar faces standing outside the window.

It was an old groom in his family, as well as Carlo and his nanny.

Several people had tears in their eyes and were muttering all kinds of concern.

The soldiers outside the door heard the movement and hurried into the door to check. When he found this situation, he was immediately panicked, so he shouted in a rough voice, wanting to drive the group of people away.

They dared not stop, so they retreated to the other end of the road. Herzen saw through the window that both the old groom and Carlo took off their hats and kept bowing to him.

As for Vera Aldamonovna and Mrs. Provo, the two women couldn't help but wiped their tears. They were not willing to believe that the children they raised were going to suffer such injustice. What a great guy that was! He has been smart, clever, gentle and kind since he was a child. Even if he doesn't leave his father's relationship, he can still get into Moscow University and writes profound articles that they can't understand.

They still remember the naughty boy's praise for his childhood, saying that he wanted to become a general and a senator, and gave them a big house each.

How could such a good child be captured by the police and military police?

Herzen stayed in the police station all night without crying, but now his eyes were red without realizing it, and tears were pouring out.

He raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, but no matter how he wiped it, there were always tears in his eyes.

He turned his head and deliberately refused to look, but just waved his hand to them and signaled them to go back.

Seeing the sergeant coming out of the police station, the coachman who wanted to stay for a while had to whip the horse, take off his hat, rub his eyes, and call everyone to get in. The carriage finally drove away.

On the corner of the street where they were invisible, under the black top hat, there was a smoked pipe horizontally.

Arthur just wanted to visit this young friend today, but unexpectedly, he happened to encounter this scene.

Looking at the scene in front of me, even if it is a heart-stirring, it is still quite uncomfortable.

Although this matter had little to do with him, he even planned to incite these young men to cause trouble to cause them to be exiled to the Caucasus.

These things are always light and light when you talk about them.

But who really falls on to witness the breakdown of these young people's families, how many people are really cruel?

Therefore, if you want to be a big shot, you must stay away from grassroots affairs, because if you can't see it, you can think that it hasn't happened.

But in other words, if you see it and want to turn a blind eye, Arthur is not so cruel yet.

At this moment, he no longer has any need to persecute young people.

In other words, his methods can be more flexible and do something with conscience.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding streets. Early in the morning, all kinds of clerks who had not yet woken up were already yawning on the streets of Moscow.

The police station reopened, and Moscow citizens also quarreled and filed a complaint.

Just as Arthur was about to leave, he suddenly heard a fierce noise erupting across the street.

The woman wrapped in a mink-skinned collar was waving her peacock fur fan, and the powder fell on the front of the sheriff's uniform stained with vodka.

"That Ivan Petrovic who was killed by a thousand swords!" The woman sprayed white breath in her lipstick: "Do you believe it? He scolded me for being a pheasant raised by the madam in front of more than twenty drunks! ”

She painted Kodan's nails and almost poked the sheriff's face: "Do you hear this? I have a regular business license there!"

"Malfa Vasilievna." The sheriff used the tip of a pen to pick the grease in the cracks of his nails: "You have not paid the security management fee you owed last month..."

Before he finished speaking, the bulging suede money bag had already smashed on the oak table.

Immediately afterwards, the boss's wife pulled out a yellowed note from her bra. The rich musk smell made the sheriff sneeze: "This is the twenty rubles of wine he had on credit three years ago! The interest is calculated at a monthly profit of five cents. …”

"Fart!" The hotel owner suddenly burst out, and the other short knife on his waist fell to the ground: "It was you who wanted me to supply the wine from the brothel for free!"

He pulled open his collar and exposed the scratches on his neck: "Look! This is the good thing that the Polish bitch you raised!"

At the end, he did not forget to whisper to the sheriff, "Look at my neck, you must not believe this bitch's lies. You know, what's the matter with them, what's true in your mouth Words?”