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They seem to have rushed upon him with the greater freedom because his thinking powers were no longer crushed by Haldin's presence the appalling presence of a great crime and the stunning force of a great fanaticism. On looking through the pages of Mr. Razumov's diary I own that a "rush of thoughts" is not an adequate image.
"That man, Haldin, believed in God." "Ah! You are aware," breathed out Councillor Mikulin, making the point softly, as if with discretion, but making it nevertheless plainly enough, as if he too were put off his guard by Razumov's remark.
It is hard to think I shall never look any more into the trustful eyes of that girl wedded to an invincible belief in the advent of loving concord springing like a heavenly flower from the soil of men's earth, soaked in blood, torn by struggles, watered with tears. It must be understood that at that time I didn't know anything of Mr. Razumov's confession to the assembled revolutionists.
Razumov's record is connected with an event characteristic of modern Russia in the actual fact: the assassination of a prominent statesman and still more characteristic of the moral corruption of an oppressed society where the noblest aspirations of humanity, the desire of freedom, an ardent patriotism, the love of justice, the sense of pity, and even the fidelity of simple minds are prostituted to the lusts of hate and fear, the inseparable companions of an uneasy despotism.
"That's patriotism," he observed mentally, and added, "There's no stopping midway on that road," and then remarked to himself, "I am not a coward." And again there was a dead silence in Razumov's breast. He walked with lowered head, making room for no one. He walked slowly and his thoughts returning spoke within him with solemn slowness. "What is this Haldin?
There was nothing strange in the student Razumov's wish for distinction. A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love. Returning home on the day of the attempt on Mr. de P -'s life Razumov resolved to have a good try for the silver medal.
But when Razumov arrived at the Secretariat he discovered that he would have nothing to do with General T . It is evident from Mr. Razumov's diary that this dreaded personality was to remain in the background. A civilian of superior rank received him in a private room after a period of waiting in outer offices where a lot of scribbling went on at many tables in a heated and stuffy atmosphere.
Am I going mad?" he asked himself in a fright. The great man was heard musing in an undertone. "H'm, yes! That no doubt in a certain sense...." He raised his voice. "There is a deal of pride about you...." The intonation of Peter Ivanovitch took on a homely, familiar ring, acknowledging, in a way, Razumov's claim to peasant descent. "A great deal of pride, brother Kirylo.
"But pardon me, Victor Victorovitch. We know each other so little.... I don't see why you...." "Confidence," said Haldin. This word sealed Razumov's lips as if a hand had been clapped on his mouth. His brain seethed with arguments. "And so here you are," he muttered through his teeth. The other did not detect the tone of anger. Never suspected it. "Yes. And nobody knows I am here.
But you know yourself the reason why I refrained from telling her at once of Mr. Razumov's arrival here. You understand, don't you? Owing to her unhappy state. And there I am no actress. My own feelings being strongly engaged, I somehow.... I don't know. She noticed something in my manner. She thought I was concealing something from her.
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