student. "Merezhkovsky, for instance, has written a brilliant article against him in the Russian Word, and he says, 'Yes, Gorky is keenly sensitive, but in Italy or Greece, where he lives,[1] he is too far away to feel what Russia is now. Russia has changed much in the last eight years. Her wounds have healed up, many of them; she has the great hope of the convalescent. If Gorky breathed Russian air he would understand that there was now in Russia a strong religious movement.'"
"And what do you think?" I asked. "Do you possibly agree with Gorky?"
"No. I don't think it is right to steal an instrument from the other side's box of tricks. The Censorship is one of their weapons, not one of ours. The people have loved Dostoieffsky more than they have loved any other Russian author; he is still beloved. We Russians are a religious and loving people. We will never sacrifice humanity for ideas. . . ."
We talked a long time. When I lay down on my shelf to sleep I felt only gladness that I was coming back to Russia, coming to live with her and for her once more, after a year in England and America. It seemed to me a pity that Gorky had not come back the year before when so many exiles took advantage of the Tsar's manifesto, and returned to the open arms of a loving, astonishingly patriotic people!
- ↑ He had not then returned to Russia.
