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COMRADE KROPOTKIN
BY VICTOR ROBINSON
"To liberate one's country!" she
said. "It is terrible even to utter
those words, they are so grand."
Turgenev: "On the Eve."
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1908
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CONTENTS
| Dedication | |
| Foreword | PAGE |
| Under Nicholas I. | 7 |
| Scenes from Serfdom | 15 |
| Explorations | 23 |
| The Nihilists | 29 |
| The Terrorists | 36 |
| Sophia Perovskaya | 43 |
| The Fortress of Peter and Paul | 54 |
| Brothers | 62 |
| The Open Gate | 71 |
| From the Printing Press | 82 |
| In Later Life | 106 |
| The Historian of the Revolution | 120 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Peter Kropotkin Frontispiece | FACING PAGE |
| The Scaffold's Bride | 32 |
| Nicholas Chaykovsky | 44 |
| Sophia Perovskaya | 52 |
| Before the Search | 66 |
| The Cossacks | 112 |
FOREWORD
Bernard Shaw calls us a nation of villagers. To a large extent this appellation holds good. We are so self-sufficient unto ourselves that the most important events in the world leave us cold if they take place outside of the realm of the star-spangled banner.
A wonderful and terrible thing is happening in the largest empire on earth; a downtrodden people is engaged in a death-grapple with its merciless rulers; and never were masters so inhuman, and never were people so heroic. In comparison with this titanic struggle the French Revolution itself sinks into insignificance. But what do we know about it? And what do we care? Russia is far away.... Once in a while the report of a particularly atrocious massacre, or a particularly cruel torture inflicted upon a young girl revolutionist will shock our sensibilities, will cause a pang in our hearts, will perhaps make our hair stand on end,—but in a day or two we forget all about it. We are so busy!
No wonder that this battle-drama appeals with special force, and exerts a special charm on the young of all lands,—the young who worship Freedom, and whose breasts beat warmly for Ideals. No wonder therefore that it appeals to Victor Robinson.
This essay was written at the age of twenty, and the youth of the author will serve as an apology, if apology be needed, for the sharpness of some of the expressions found in these pages. But is excuse really necessary? I hardly think so. No