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Updated: May 29, 2025
I suspect that Miss Haldin lived the heaviest hours of her life by that silent death-bed. I confess I was angry with the broken-hearted old woman passing away in the obstinacy of her mute distrust of her daughter. When it was all over I stood aside. Miss Haldin had her compatriots round her then. A great number of them attended the funeral.
Yet it was likely that Haldin had said very little. The fellow's casual utterances were caught up and treasured and pondered over by all these imbeciles. And was not all secret revolutionary action based upon folly, self-deception, and lies? "Impossible to think of anything else," muttered Razumov to himself. "I'll become an idiot if this goes on.
She glanced rapidly over her shoulder at Miss Haldin, who remained within the hall. "Failed to escape," she repeated absently. "Didn't he make the sacrifice of his life? Wasn't he just simply inspired? Wasn't it an act of abnegation? Aren't you certain?" "What I am certain of," said Miss Haldin, "is that it was not an act of despair.
The bearded bureaucrat sat at his post, mysteriously self-possessed like an idol with dim, unreadable eyes. Razumov's voice changed involuntarily. "If you were to ask me where is the necessity of my hate for such as Haldin, I would answer you there is nothing sentimental in it. I did not hate him because he had committed the crime of murder. Abhorrence is not hate.
The silence in there seemed to call aloud for vengeance against an historical fact and the modern instances of its working. That view flashed through my mind, but I could not doubt that Miss Haldin had had an atrocious time of it. I quite understood when she said that she could not face the night upon the impression of that scene. Mrs.
"No, only to you. Our circle thought that as Haldin had been often heard expressing a warm appreciation of your character...." Razumov could not restrain a gesture of angry despair which the other must have misunderstood in some way, because he ceased speaking and turned away his black, lack-lustre eyes. They moved side by side in silence.
He continued to stare till the match burnt itself out; then struck another and lit the lamp in silence without looking towards the bed any more. He had turned his back on it and was hanging his coat on a peg when he heard Haldin sigh profoundly, then ask in a tired voice "Well! And what have you arranged?" The emotion was so great that Razumov was glad to put his hands against the wall.
Haldin was better. The middle-aged servant remarked that a lot of people Russians had called that day, but Miss Haldin bad not seen anybody. A fortnight later, when making my daily call, I was asked in and found Mrs. Haldin sitting in her usual place by the window. At first one would have thought that nothing was changed.
I did not remark that very possibly she was familiar with both on occasions when no one was by. Miss Haldin walked by my side, her head up in scornful and angry silence. "Great men have their surprising peculiarities," I observed inanely. "Exactly like men who are not great. But that sort of thing cannot be kept up for ever. How did the great feminist wind up this very characteristic episode?"
"That's right. That's right. I haven't obtained your full confidence as yet, Natalia Victorovna, but that will come. All in good time. The sister of Viktor Haldin cannot be without importance.... It's simply impossible. And no woman can remain sitting on the steps. Flowers, tears, applause that has had its time; it's a mediaeval conception. The arena, the arena itself is the place for women!"
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