In the town of Vladimir lived a young merchant named Ivan Dmitritch Aksyonof, He had two shops and a house of
his own.
Aksyonof was a handsome, fair-haired, curly-headed fellow, full of fun, and very fond of singing. When quite a young
man he had been given to drink, and was riotous when he had had too much, but after he married he gave up drinking,
except now and then.
One summer Aksyonof was going to the Nizhny Fair, and as he bade good-bye to his family his wife said to him, 'Ivan
Dmitritch, do not start to-day; I have had a bad dream about you.'
Aksyonof laughed, and said, "You are afraid that when I get to the fair I shall go on the spree.1
His wife replied: 'I do not know what I am afraid of; all I know is that I had a bad dream. I dreamt you returned from
the town, and when you took off your cap I saw that your hair was quite grey.'
Aksyonof laughed. That's a lucky sign,1 said he. 'See if I don't sell out all my goods, and bring you some presents from
the fair.'
So he said good-bye to his family, and drove away.
When he had travelled half-way, he met a merchant whom he knew, and they puf up at the same inn for the night.
They had some tea together, and then went to bed in adjoining rooms.
It was not Aksyonof s habit to sleep late, and, wishing to travel while it was still cool, he aroused his driver before
dawn, and told him to put in the horses.
Then he made his way across to the landlord of the inn (who lived in a cottage at the back), paid his bill, and
continued his journey.
When he had gone about twenty-five miles, he stopped for the horses to be fed. Aksyonof rested awhile in the passage
of the inn, then he stepped out into the porch and, ordering a samovar Jo be heated got out his guitar and began to
play.
Suddenly a troyka drove up with tinkling bells, and an official alighted, followed by two soldiers. He came to
Aksyonof and began to question him, asking him who he was and whence he came. Aksyonof answered him fully, and
said, 'Won't you have some tea with me?' But the official went on cross-questioning him and asking him, 'Where did
you spend last night? Were you alone, or with a fellow-merchant? Did you see the other merchant this morning? Why
did you leave the inn before dawn?'
Aksyonof wondered why he was asked all these questions, but he described all that had happened, and then added,
'Why do you cross-question me as if I were a thief or a robber? I am travelling on business of my own, and there is no
need to question me.'
Then the official, calling the soldiers, said, 'I am the police-officer of this district, and I question you because the
merchant with whom you spent last night has been found with his throat cut. We must search your things.'
They entered the house. The soldiers and the police-officer unstrapped Aksyonof s luggage and searched it. Suddenly
the officer drew a knife out of a bag, crying, 'Whose knife is this?'
Aksyonof looked, and seeing a blood-stained knife taken from his bag, he was frightened.
'How is it there is blood on this knife?'
Aksyonof tried to answer, but could hardly utter a word, and only stammered: !I ~ I don't know — not mine.'
Then the police-officer said, This morning the merchant was found in bed with his throat cut. You are the only person
who could have done it. The house was locked from inside, and no one else was there. Here is this bloodstained knife
in your bag, and your face and manner betray you! Tell me how you killed him, and how much money you stole?'
Aksyonof swore he had not done it; that he had not seen the merchant after they had had tea together; that he had no
money except eight thousand roublesS of his own, and that the knife was not his. But his voice was broken, his face
pale, and he trembled with fear as though he were guilty.
The police-officer ordered the soldiers to bind Aksyonof and to put him in the cart. As they tied his feet together and
flung him into the cart, Aksyonof crossed himself and wept. His money and goods were taken from him, and he was
sent to the nearest town and imprisoned there. Enquiries as to his character were made in Vladimir. The merchants
and other inhabitants of that town said that in former days he used to drink and waste his time, but that he was a good
man. Then the trial came on: he was charged with murdering a merchant from Ryazan, and robbing him of twenty
thousand roubles.
His wife was in despair, and did not know what to believe. Her children were all quite small; one was a baby at her
breast. Taking them all with her, she went to the town where her husband was in gaol. At first she was not allowed to
see him; but, after much begging, she obtained permission from the officials, and was taken to him. When she saw her
husband in prison-dress and in chains, shut up with thieves and criminals, she fell down, and did not come to her
senses for a long time. Then she drew her children to her, and sat down near him. She told him of things at home, and
asked about what had happened to him. He told her all, and she asked, 'What can we do now?'
"We must petition the Tsar not to let an innocent man perish.'
His wife told him that she had sent a petition to the Tsar, but that it had not been accepted.
Aksyonof did not reply, but only looked downcast.
Then his wife said, It was not for nothing I dreamt your hair had turned grey. You remember? You should not have
started that day.' And passing her fingers through his hair, she said: 'Vanya dearest, tell your wife the truth; was it not
you who did it?'
'So you, too, suspect me!' said Aksyonof, and hiding his face in his hands, he began to weep. Then a soldier came to
say that the wife and children must go away; and Aksyonof said good-bye to his family for the last time.
When they were gone, Aksyonof recalled what had been said, and when he remembered that his wife also had
suspected him, he said to himself, 'It seems that only God can know the truth, it is to Him alone we must appeal, and
from Him alone expect mercy.'
And Aksyonof wrote no more petitions; gave up all hope, and only prayed to God,
Aksyonof was condemned to be flogged and sent to the mines. So he was flogged with a knout, and when the wounds
made by the knout were healed, he was driven to Siberia with other convicts.
For twenty-six years Aksyonof lived as a convict in Siberia. His hair turned white as snow and his beard grew long,
thin, and grey. All his mirth went, he stooped; he walked slowly, spoke little, and never laughed, but he often prayed.
In prison Aksyonof learnt to make boots, and earned a little money, with which he bought The Lives of the Saints. He
read this book when there was light enough in the prison; and on Sundays in the prison-church he read the lessons and
sang in the choir; for his voice was still good.
The prison authorities liked Aksyonof for his meekness, and his fellow-prisoners respected him: they called him
'Grandfather,' and The Saint.' When they wanted to petition the prison authorities about anything, they always made
Aksyonof their spokesman, and when there were quarrels among the prisoners they came to him to put things right,
and to judge the matter.
No news reached Aksyonof from his home, and he did not even know if his wife and children were still alive.
One day a fresh gang of convicts came to the prison. In the evening the old prisoners collected round the new ones
and asked them what towns or villages they came from, and what they were sentenced for. Among the rest Aksyonof
sat down near the new-comers, and listened with downcast air to what was said.
One of the new convicts, a tall, strong man of sixty, with a closely-cropped grey beard, was telling the others what he
had been arrested for.
'Well, friends,' he said, 'I only took a horse that was tied to a sledge, and I was arrested and accused of stealing. I said
I had only taken it to get home quicker, and had then let it go; besides, the driver was a personal friend of mine. So I
said, "It's all right." "No," said they, "you stole it." But how or where I stole it they could not say. I once really did
something wrong, and ought by rights to have come here long ago, but that time I was not found out. Now I have
been sent here for nothing at a l l . . . . Eh, but it's lies I'm telling you; I've been to Siberia before, but I did not stay
long.'
Where are you from?' asked some one.
"From Vladimir. My family are of that town. My name is Makar, and they also call me Semyonitch.'
Aksyonof raised his head and said: Tell me, Semyonitch, do you know anything of the merchants Aksyonof, of
Vladimir? Are they still alive?'
"Know them? Of course I do. The Aksyonofs are rich, though their father is in Siberia: a sinner like ourselves, it
seems! As for you, Gran'dad, how did you come here9'
Aksyonof did not like to speak of his misfortune. He only sighed, and said, Tor my sins I have been in prison these
twenty-six years.'
'What sins?' asked Makar Semyonitch.
But Aksyonof only said, Well, well — I must have deserved it!' He would have said no more, but his companions told
the new-comer how Aksyonof came to be in Siberia, how some one had killed a merchant and had put a knife among
Aksyonofs things, and Aksyonof had been unjustly condemned.
When Makar Semyonitch heard this, he looked at Aksyonof, slapped his own knee, and exclaimed, 'Well this is
wonderful! Really wonderful! But how old youVe grown, Gran'dad!'
The others asked him why he was so surprised, and where he had seen Aksyonof before; but Makar Semyonitch did
not reply. He only said: 'It's wonderful that we should meet here, lads!'
These words made Aksyonof wonder whether this man knew who had killed the merchant: so he said "Perhaps,
Semyonitch, you have heard of that affair or maybe you've seen me before?'
'How could I help hearing? The world's fiill of rumours. But it's long ago, and I've forgotten what I heard.'
'Perhaps you heard who killed the merchant?1 asked Aksyonof
Makar Semyonitch laughed, and replied, 'It must have been him in whose bag the knife was found! If some one else
hid the knife there, "He's not a thief till he's caught," as the saying is. How could any one put a knife into your bag
while it was under your head? It would surely have woke you up?'
When Aksyonof heard these words, he felt sure this was the man who had killed the merchant. He rose and went
away. All that night Aksyonof lay awake.
He felt terribly unhappy, and all sorts of images rose in his mind. There was the image of his wife as she was when he
parted from her to go to the fair. He saw her as if she were present; her face and her eyes rose before him; he heard
her speak and laugh. Then he saw his children, quite little, as they were at that time: one with a little cloak on, another
at his mother's breast. And then he remembered himself as he used to be - young and merry. He remembered how he
sat playing the guitar in the porch of the inn where he was arrested, and how free from care he had been. He saw, in
his mind, the place where he was flogged, the executioner, and the people standing around; the chains, the convicts,
all the twenty-six years of his prison life, and his premature old age. The thought of it all made him so wretched that
he was ready to kill himself.
'And it's all that villain's doing!' thought Aksyonof. And his anger was so great against Makar Semyonitch that he
longed for vengeance, even if he himself should perish for it. He kept repeating prayers all night, but could get no
peace. During the day he did not go near Makar Semyonitch, nor even look at him,
A fortnight passed in this way. Aksyonof could not sleep at nights, and was so miserable that he did not know what to
do.
One night as he was walking about the prison he noticed some earth that came rolling out from under one of the
shelves on which the prisoners slept. He stopped to see what it was. Suddenly Makar Semyonitch crept out from
under the shelf, and looked up at Aksyonof with frightened face. Aksyonof tried to pass without looking at him, but
Makar seized his hand and told him that he had dug a hole under the wall, getting rid of the earth by putting it into his
high-boots, and emptying it out every day on the road when the prisoners were driven to their work.
'Just you keep quiet, old man, and you shall get out too. If you blab they'll flog the life out of me, but I will kill you
first.'
Aksyonof trembled with anger as he looked at his enemy. He drew his hand away, saying, 'I have no wish to escape,
and you have no need to kill me; you killed me long ago! As to telling of you — I may do so or not, as God shall
direct.'
Next day, when the convicts were led out to work, the convoy soldiers noticed that one or other of the prisoners
emptied some earth out of his boots. The prison was searched, and the tunnel found. The Governor came and
questioned all the prisoners to find out who had dug the hole. They all denied any knowledge of it. Those who knew,
would not betray Makar Semyonitch, knowing he would be flogged almost to death. At last the Governor turned to
Aksyonof, whom he knew to be a just man, and said:
'You are a truthful old man; tell me, before God, who dug the hole?'
Makar Semydnitch stood as if he were quite unconcerned, looking at the Governor and not so much as glancing at
Aksyonof. Aksyonof s lips and hands trembled, and for a long time he could not utter a word. He thought, 'Why
should I screen him who ruined my life? Let him pay for what I have suffered. But if I tell, they will probably flog the
life out of him and maybe I suspect him wrongly. And, after all, what good would it be to me?'
"Well, old man,' repeated the Governor, 'tell us the truth: who has been digging under the wall?'
Aksyonof glanced at Makar Semyonitch, and said 'I cannot say, your honour. It is not God's will that I should tell! Do
what you like with me; I am in your hands.'
However much the Governor tried, Aksyonof would say no more, and so the matter had to be left.
That night, when Aksyonof was lying on his bed and just beginning to doze, some one came quietly and sat down on
his bed. He peered through the darkness and recognized Makar.
"What more do you want of me?' asked Aksyonof. Why have you come here?1
Makar Semyonitch was silent. So Aksyonof sat up and said, 'What do you want? Go away, or I will call the guard!'
Makar Semyonitch bent close over Aksyonof, and whispered, 'Ivan Dmitritch, forgive me!'
*What for?' asked Aksyonof.
'It was I who killed the merchant and hid the knife among your things. I meant to kill you too, but I heard a noise
outside; so I hid the knife in your bag and escaped out of the window.'
Aksyonof was silent, and did not know what to say. Makar Semyonitch slid off the bed-shelf and knelt upon the
ground. 'Ivan Dmitritch,' said he, 'forgive me! For the love of God, forgive me! I will confess that it was I who killed
the merchant, and you will be released and can go to your home,'
'It is easy for you to talk,' said Aksyonof, 'but I have suffered for you these twenty-six years. Where couJd I go to
now? . . . My wife is dead, and my children have forgotten me. I have nowhere to go. . . .'
Makar Semyonitch did not rise, but beat his head on the floor. 'Ivan Dmitritch, forgive me!' he cried. "When they
flogged me with the knout it was not so hard to bear as it is to see you now . . . yet you had pity on me, and did not
tell. For Christ's sake forgive me, wretch that I am!' And he began to sob.
When Aksyonof heard him sobbing he, too, began to weep.
'God will forgive you!' said he. 'Maybe I am a hundred times worse than you,' And at these words Ms heart grew light,
and the longing for home left him. He no longer had any desire to leave the prison, but only hoped for his last hour to
come.
In spite of what Aksyonof had said, Maker Semyonitch confessed his guilt. But when the order for his release came,
Aksyonof was already dead.
(Written in 1872.)
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