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In the Track of the Russian Famine

In the Track of the Russian Famine

Hodgetts, Edward Arthur Brayley

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ISBN10: 1151418773
ISBN13: 9781151418777
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 90
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.21 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...unrefined. From whom is the unfortunate peasant to get. his ideals? The gentleman, he distrusts; the priest, he hates; and neither the one nor the other is capable of exerting the proper sort of influence over him. The village priest lived in a onestorey house, furnished very plainly. It was something better than a peasant's hut, and it was scrupulously clean. The priest himself was a consumptive-looking young man, with restless, cunning eyes, and a nervous manner; his wife was a stolidlooking person, little above the level of a peasant woman. The priest received us with marked courtesy. A visit from the Zemski Natchalnik was an honour indeed. We were offered tea and home-made biscuits, and remained some time. The priest came from Voronesh, and had but a poor opinion of Tamboff. They are a self-indulgent, vain, and foolish people here, he said. Some of them have nothing to eat, but they will wear red shirts and leather boots, and they keep their huts ridiculously clean. This was quite a new view of social ethics. The Zemski Natchalnik, in the course of conversation, told how a peasant had implored him for help. As usual, he said, the fellow had not tasted food for three days. I asked him where he was going. 1 To the bazaar, ' he answered. What are you going to do there? I asked. 'I want to buy bark to make shoes, ' the fellow replied. And yet he had not tasted food for three days! There is no relying upon anything they say. Oh! your honour, said the priest, I wanted to ask you about some corn that I have. I have a few hundred pounds. Do you think the Zemstvo would buy it of me? I will see about it, said the Zemski Natchalnik. Here was a curious revelation! Before me...

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