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Updated: June 15, 2025
The educational programme has been worked out by people not more stupid than you and me, so that you and I needn't spend our time philosophizing about programmes. That's what I think, batenka!" But, notwithstanding all his respect for educational programmes, Shabalov knew the educational business badly. It would be truer to say that he did not know it at all. He was hardly interested in it.
When he visited the schools he limited himself to a superficial examination and gave the pupils several stupid questions, mostly on matters of piety, of "love towards the Fatherland and national pride." Above all, Shabalov loved to collect rumours and gossip. He did this with great ability and zeal. Every one knew this weakness of his.
Consequently there were many eager to gossip and to inform against some one. There were even a number of informers among the instructors and instructresses who wished to gain favour and promotion. Once it was reported to Shabalov that teachers of both sexes in some of the neighbouring schools had gathered one holiday eve in one of the schools and sang songs there.
Our business is to execute orders." "Come here yourselves if it is absolutely necessary to hold an examination," said Trirodov coldly. "Very well," said Shabalov upon reflection. "I will report your wish to the Headmaster of the National Schools. I don't know how he will look upon the matter, but I will make my report." Then he reflected again briefly.
Doulebov, red with agitation, rose from his chair and, going up to Trirodov, said to him: "It is absolutely necessary that I should have a talk with you." "At your service," said Trirodov, not without some astonishment. "Please continue," said Doulebov to Shabalov. Doulebov and Trirodov went into the next room. Their conversation soon assumed a very sharp character.
"What a blockhead!" said Shabalov with conviction. Trirodov looked at him in astonishment. He said quietly: "The sincerity of religious mood is surely the best indication of a saving faith." "We'll discuss that later," piped out Doulebov sternly. "This is not a convenient moment." "As you like," said Trirodov with a smile. "It is all the same to me when you discuss it."
"They will remain pupils here," said Trirodov, "until they are ready for practical work or for scientific and artistic occupations. Then some of them will go to technical schools, others to universities. Why, then, should they have certificates for a course in a Primary School?" Shabalov repeated dully and stubbornly: "Things are not done that way. Your school is counted among the Primary Schools.
Then she related about the suicide of another inspector's mistress; she drowned herself because she was about to have a child. Then she told about a third inspector who got drunk in a bath-house and got into a tussle there with the mayor of the town. Shabalov was riding in a trap with Zherbenev. "It would be good to have a tasty snack," he said.
Shabalov wanted to discharge the audacious ones. The District School Council did not agree with him. Then followed a long and unpleasant discussion, out of which Shabalov did not issue as conqueror. Trirodov found it painful and difficult to talk with Shabalov. Shabalov said in a slow, creaking voice: "Giorgiy Sergeyevitch, you will have to send your wards to town for examination."
The birds are making a noise, and the wind too; it is impossible to do anything." Trirodov looked at her in astonishment. He said quietly to Nadezhda: "Close the windows. Our guests can't stand fresh air." The windows were shut. The children looked with melancholy tedium at the depressing window-panes. Writing exercises were given. A little tale was read aloud from a reader brought by Shabalov.
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