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"
Bachmatoff
saw
me
home
after
the
dinner
and
we
crossed
the
Nicolai
bridge
.
We
were
both
a
little
drunk
.
He
told
me
of
his
joy
,
the
joyful
feeling
of
having
done
a
good
action
;
he
said
that
it
was
all
thanks
to
myself
that
he
could
feel
this
satisfaction
;
and
held
forth
about
the
foolishness
of
the
theory
that
individual
charity
is
useless
.
"
I
,
too
,
was
burning
to
have
my
say
!
"'
In
Moscow
,
'
I
said
,
'
there
was
an
old
state
counsellor
,
a
civil
general
,
who
,
all
his
life
,
had
been
in
the
habit
of
visiting
the
prisons
and
speaking
to
criminals
.
Every
party
of
convicts
on
its
way
to
Siberia
knew
beforehand
that
on
the
Vorobeef
Hills
the
"
old
general
"
would
pay
them
a
visit
.
He
did
all
he
undertook
seriously
and
devotedly
.
He
would
walk
down
the
rows
of
the
unfortunate
prisoners
,
stop
before
each
individual
and
ask
after
his
needs
--
he
never
sermonized
them
;
he
spoke
kindly
to
them
--
he
gave
them
money
;
he
brought
them
all
sorts
of
necessaries
for
the
journey
,
and
gave
them
devotional
books
,
choosing
those
who
could
read
,
under
the
firm
conviction
that
they
would
read
to
those
who
could
not
,
as
they
went
along
.
"'
He
scarcely
ever
talked
about
the
particular
crimes
of
any
of
them
,
but
listened
if
any
volunteered
information
on
that
point
.
All
the
convicts
were
equal
for
him
,
and
he
made
no
distinction
.
He
spoke
to
all
as
to
brothers
,
and
every
one
of
them
looked
upon
him
as
a
father
.
When
he
observed
among
the
exiles
some
poor
woman
with
a
child
,
he
would
always
come
forward
and
fondle
the
little
one
,
and
make
it
laugh
.
He
continued
these
acts
of
mercy
up
to
his
very
death
;
and
by
that
time
all
the
criminals
,
all
over
Russia
and
Siberia
,
knew
him
!
"'
A
man
I
knew
who
had
been
to
Siberia
and
returned
,
told
me
that
he
himself
had
been
a
witness
of
how
the
very
most
hardened
criminals
remembered
the
old
general
,
though
,
in
point
of
fact
,
he
could
never
,
of
course
,
have
distributed
more
than
a
few
pence
to
each
member
of
a
party
.
Their
recollection
of
him
was
not
sentimental
or
particularly
devoted
.
Some
wretch
,
for
instance
,
who
had
been
a
murderer
--
cutting
the
throat
of
a
dozen
fellow-creatures
,
for
instance
;
or
stabbing
six
little
children
for
his
own
amusement
(
there
have
been
such
men
!
)
--
would
perhaps
,
without
rhyme
or
reason
,
suddenly
give
a
sigh
and
say
,
"
I
wonder
whether
that
old
general
is
alive
still
!
"
Although
perhaps
he
had
not
thought
of
mentioning
him
for
a
dozen
years
before
!
How
can
one
say
what
seed
of
good
may
have
been
dropped
into
his
soul
,
never
to
die
?
'
"
I
continued
in
that
strain
for
a
long
while
,
pointing
out
to
Bachmatoff
how
impossible
it
is
to
follow
up
the
effects
of
any
isolated
good
deed
one
may
do
,
in
all
its
influences
and
subtle
workings
upon
the
heart
and
after-actions
of
others
.
"'
And
to
think
that
you
are
to
be
cut
off
from
life
!
'
remarked
Bachmatoff
,
in
a
tone
of
reproach
,
as
though
he
would
like
to
find
someone
to
pitch
into
on
my
account
.
"
We
were
leaning
over
the
balustrade
of
the
bridge
,
looking
into
the
Neva
at
this
moment
.
"'
Do
you
know
what
has
suddenly
come
into
my
head
?
'
said
I
,
suddenly
--
leaning
further
and
further
over
the
rail
.
