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Updated: June 26, 2025
Every policeman in Moscow knew of the destruction done, only six days before, by just such weapons. The foremost men halted instantly. The impetus of those behind brought all together in a bunch nine expectants of instant death. Verbitzsky spoke again: "If any man moves hand or foot, I'll throw these," he cried. "Listen!" "Why, you fool," said Nolenki, a rather slow-witted man, "you can't escape.
We were now standing in the walled-in excavation for a new locomotive turn-table. This pit was still free from its machinery and platform. "We are done now!" I said, staring around as Verbitzsky stopped in the middle of the circular pit, which was some forty feet wide. Just as the police came crowding to the edge, Verbitzsky fell on his knees as if in surrender.
"Yes. We're lost, of course?" "No. Keep still. Let them pass." The police ran past us down the middle aisle left between high walls of wool bales. They did not notice the narrow side lane in which we were crouching. "Come. I know a way out," said Verbitzsky. "I was all over here this morning, looking round, in case we should be surprised to-night." "What's this?"
That would have placed my comrade and me in a dreadful dilemma, but quite a different one from what you may suppose. As if to make Nolenki reflect, Verbitzsky spoke more slowly: "If Dmitry Nolenki jumps down into this pit before I say five, do not throw the bomb at him. You understand, Michael, do not throw if he jumps down instantly.
That silence was a bad thing for Verbitzsky and me, because the police heard the opening of the small side door through which Alexander next moment led. In a moment we dashed out into the clear night, over the tracks, toward the Petrovsky Gardens. As we reached the railway yard the police ran round their end of the wool-shed in pursuit ten of them. The others stayed with the prisoners.
"He's killed!" cried another. "Oh, if we had the bombs!" "He gave them to Verbitzsky." "Verbitzsky, where are you? Throw them! Let us all die together!" "Yes, it's death to be taken!" Then we heard shots, blows, and shrieks, all in confusion. After a little there was clatter of grounded arms, and then no sound but the heavy breathing of men who had been struggling hard.
The tyrant and his staff shall all plunge with us down to death in the river." "The bombs have you them here?" asked Verbitzsky in the dark. "I have them in my hands," said Boris, tapping them lightly together. "I have carried them in my inner clothing for a week. They give me warmth at my heart as I think how they shall free Holy Russia." There was a stir of dismay in the dark office.
"Infernal villains!" gasped the chief; but we could see his pistol wavering. "Michael," resumed Verbitzsky, "we will give Nolenki a chance for his life. Obey me exactly! Listen! If Dmitry Nolenki does not jump down into this pit before I say five, throw your bomb straight at him! I will, at the moment I say five, throw mine at these rascals." "Madman!" cried Nolenki. "Do you think to "
If any man moves to get out, all will suffer together. You understand?" "Yes! yes! yes!" came in an agony of abasement from their lips. "March!" When they were all kneeling in a row, Verbitzsky said to me clearly: "Michael, you can easily get to the top of that wall from any one of their backs. No man will dare to move. Go! Wait on the edge! Take your bomb with you!" I obeyed.
The comrades, though willing to risk death at the Volga Bridge, were horrified by Kojukhov's tapping of the iron bombs together, and all rose in fear of their explosion, all except Verbitzsky and me. "For God's sake, be more careful, Boris!" said my friend. "Oh, you're afraid, too?" said Kojukhov. "Pah! you cowards of the Peace Section!" He tapped the bombs together again.
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