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Nasanski stopped and spat with withering contempt.
âGo on, go on,â exclaimed Romashov eagerly.
âBut other times are coming, indeed have come. Yes, tremendous surprises and changes are about to take place. You remember my saying on one occasion that for a thousand years there has existed a genius of humanity that seldom reveals itself, but whose laws are as inexorable as they are ruthless; but the wiser men become, so much more deeply do they penetrate the spirit of those laws. And I am convinced that, sooner or later, everything in this world must be brought into equilibrium in accordance with these immutable laws. Justice will then be dispensed. The longer and more cruel the slavery has been, so much more terrible will be the day of reckoning for tyrants. The greater the violence, injustice, and brutality, so much more bloody will be the retribution. Oh, I am firmly convinced that the day will dawn when we âsuperior officers,â we âalmighty swells,â darlings of the women, drones and brainless swaggerers, will have our ears boxed with impunity in streets and lanes, in vestibules and corridors, when women will turn their backs on us in contempt, and when our own affectionate soldiers will cease to obey us. And all this will happen, not because we have brutally ill-treated men deprived of every possibility of self-defence; not because we have, for the âhonourâ of the uniform, insulted women; not because we have committed, when in a state of intoxication, scandalous acts in public-houses and public places; and not even because we, the privileged lick-spittles of the State, have, in innumerable battlefields and in pretty nearly every country, covered our standards with shame, and been driven by our own soldiers out of the maize-fields in which we had taken shelter. Well, of course, we shall also be punished for that. No, our most monstrous and unpardonable sin consists in our being blind and deaf to everything. For long, long periods pastâ âand, naturally, far away from our polluted garrisonsâ âpeople have discerned the dawn of a new life resplendent with light and freedom. Farseeing, high-minded, and noble spirits, free from prejudices and human fear, have arisen to sow among the nations burning words of liberation and enlightenment. These heroes remind one of the last scene in a melodrama, when the dark castles and prison towers of tyranny fall down and are buried, in order, as it were, by magic, to be succeeded by freedomâs dazzling light and hailed by exultant throngs. We aloneâ âcrass idiots, irredeemable victims of pride and blindnessâ âstill stick up our tail-feathers, like angry turkey-cocks, and yell in savage wrath, âWhat? Where? Silence! Obey! Shoot!â etc., etc. And itâs just this turkey-cockâs contempt for the fight for freedom by awakening humanity that shall never, never be forgiven us.â
The boat glided gently over the calm, open, mirroring surface of the river, which was garlanded round by the tall, dark green, motionless reeds. The little vessel was, as it were, hidden from the whole world. Over it hovered, now and then uttering a scream, the white gulls, occasionally so closely that, as they almost brushed Romashov with the tips of their wings, they made him feel the breeze arising from their strong, swift flights. Nasanski lay on his back in the stern of the boat and kept staring, for a long time, at the bright sky, where a few golden clouds sailing gently by had already begun to change to rose colour.
Romashov said in a shy tone:
âAre you tired? Oh, keep on talking.â
It seemed as if Nasanski continued to think and dream aloud when he once more picked up the threads of his monologue.
âYes, a new, glorious, and wonderful time is at hand. I venture to say this, for I myself have lived a good deal in the world, read, seen, experienced, and suffered much. When I was a schoolboy, the old crows and jackdaws croaked into our ears: âLove your neighbour as yourself, and know that gentleness, obedience, and the fear of God are manâs fairest adornments.â Then came certain strong, honest, fanatical men who said: âCome and join us, and weâll throw ourselves into the abyss so that the coming race shall live in light and freedom.â But I never understood a word of this. Who do you suppose is going to show me, in a convincing way, in what manner I am linked to this âneighbourâ of mineâ âdamn him! who, you know, may be a miserable slave, a Hottentot, a leper, or an idiot? Of all the holy legends there is none which I hate and despise
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