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1. To the editor of "The Daily News" (Sir, — A telegram which appeared...) - Издателю "The Daily News" (Сэр, в телеграмме, напечатанной...)
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1. To the editor of "The Daily News" (Sir, — A telegram which appeared...) - Издателю "The Daily News" (Сэр, в телеграмме, напечатанной...)
Сайт: http://gertsen.lit-info.ru Размер: 10кб.
Часть текста: of a few lines translated from Russian, and published in the last number of the «Kolokol» (№ 96, April 15). It is necessary to explain that on the 10th of April we had designed to celebrate with our fellow-labourers in the Russian printing-office, and our friends, the event of the emancipation of the peasants in Russia, and on the morning of that day arrived by telegraph the account of the massacres at Warsaw. We quote from the article referred to: Our fête was sombre, sinister: we have known few days more heavy, when the mind has been more painfully oppressed by conflicting sentiments; never before did lampions hang so close to tears. The time is still far distant when a Russian may hold a fête for any event whatever in gaiety of heart, with no sad thought behind, with no anxious care. We had grown young again at the great news of the emancipation of the peasants; we looked forward with hope and anticipated with emotion our proposed meeting, prepared to drink, for the first time in our lives, the health of the emperor Alexander II, liberator of the peasants. We knew perfectly well to what obloquy we should expose ourselves by this act on the part of a narrow-minded political puritanism and mean jealousies. But we also knew that this toast, pronounced by us at our table, would have an echo in the heart of the emperor Alexander, very different from that of an enthusiasm under censure of the gendarmes and warmed by the police. But our hand fell, our toast was chocked in the blood at Warsaw. The crime was too recent, the wounds still bled, the corpses had not had time to become stiff. The name of the czar expired on our lips; without speeches and without noise, with the religious S olemnity that fits the approach to another cup,...

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