When I Was a Boy in Russia
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When I Was a Boy in Russia is the story of a Russian man's life, written around the turn of the 20th century.
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When I Was a Boy in Russia - Vladimir De Bogory Mokrievich
WHEN I WAS A BOY IN RUSSIA
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Vladimir De Bogory Mokrievich
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
When I Was a Boy in Russia
THE BATTLES OF THE CHERRY ORCHARD
FAIRED WINTER IN THE UKRAINE
THE WITCH-EVE OF ST. JOHN
THE DAYS OF THE SCHOOL TYRANT
SETTING THE SLAVES FREE
CHOOSING A CAREER
THE THUNDERBOLT OF TERRORISM
MY ESCAPE FROM SIBERIA
WHEN I WAS A BOY IN RUSSIA
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By
Vladimir De Bogory Mokrievich
THE BATTLES OF THE CHERRY ORCHARD
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I HAD MORE PLAY, WHEN I was a little boy in Russia, than most American boys have, and my play was altogether different. I didn’t go to school until I was ten years old, and until that day of wonder—the first day at school—I studied at home and played all over our estates.
My father was a Colonel of Hussars in one of the Tsar’s regiments, and he was so fond of horses that even after he had retired from active duty in the army, our stables were never empty of the fleet Arabian steeds he loved so well.
I can’t imagine home without horses,
he said one day to Mother, when she suggested that he reduce their numbers, and his stern face, with its long, flowing beard, softened as he thought of his stable favorites.
Father was a noble, of course, for in that time no one could be an officer in the Russian army unless he belonged to the nobility. He also came of warrior stock, and as far back as Russian records go (and they are very old) there was always one of my ancestors an officer in the army. As I remember Father, he was already grey; he had a stern face, with strong lines on each side of the mouth; his soft white hair was long and his flowing white beard reached halfway down to his waist. In public he wore a gorgeous uniform consisting of a brilliant blue tunic, so heavily braided with gold across the chest that it shone like a cuirass, red riding-breeches and black, Russian leather boots, reaching just below his knee. In the house Father wore civilian dress, but both when he went out and when people came to see him, he always wore the dashing Hussar uniform. He never smiled or laughed, and my daughter is always telling me that I, too, seldom smile and never laugh.
Pahpa,
I said one day, climbing on his knees, if I tickle you, won’t you laugh?
whereupon I tickled him, and his brown eyes lit up with humorous twinkles and sparks almost flew from them. But his mouth remained stern and set, although, like all Little Russians, he loved fun and jokes.
There were five of us children. Piotr was the eldest; then Ivan, than whom I, Vladimir, was two years younger; my sister Aniuta; and another sister, who was still younger. In the evenings Father often told us stories of the Russian wars, in which the nobles of Little Russia and of the Cossack country nearby had always participated. I often heard the tales of the cavalry charges of the Hussars and of the Cossacks. We boys were so familiar with the Crimean War that we often enacted in our play the campaigns Father had described so graphically, and he taught us that to be men we had to be brave and stoical.
As I remember Father, he was actively engaged in the management of the estate, which, though it would not have been considered a large one then, stretched over several coombes or small hills of the undulating country of the Podol government.
In Russia the word government
corresponds to the American word state
; the Podol government being about the size of Illinois. We had serfs on our estates, so it was necessary to keep them all employed, and although they were given their freedom when I was still at school, I can well remember the numerous families of serfs living and working on our land.
My mother also was a noblewoman, and like all women of high rank she had great responsibilities and took her duties as mistress of an estate very seriously. It was for her to superintend all the work of the women serfs: the weaving of the cloth of which our clothing was sewn, the growing of the flax and the preparing of the linen fibers, for all our linen also was made on the estate.
I remember very well that, according to custom, although Mother had dozens of domestic slaves, the making of jam was never left to them, but was the special concern of the lady of the house. Mother was very generous and hospitable, and, consequently, the amount of jam and preserves that was made in the huge home kitchen was enormous. I always took care to know when jam was being made, and, together with Ivan and Piotr, never failed to get my share of the penka or sweet skimmings.
Volodia,
my mother used to say reprovingly, using the diminutive for my name, you’ll turn into sugar if you eat so much!
Even this threat did not frighten me away, and I am still just as fond of sweet things, although it is half a century since that time.
The Podol government was famous for the embroidery which was done first by the serfs, and now by the peasants. It was a part of Mother’s duties to superintend the embroidering of both clothing and household linens, which were richly decorated, usually with black and red or blue embroidery. Nothing we had was machine-made.
In addition to this constant urgency of household duties, Mother entertained largely, and in the Russia of that time hospitality implied the invitation of twenty or thirty persons at a time, most of whom stayed for two or three days, sometimes for weeks, and all of whom generally remained overnight. During the shooting season our neighbors came to shoot over our preserves, and Father would visit other estates. Hospitality was profuse all over the country, for the estates of the nobles were large and far apart and they had no one but themselves with whom to associate.
In those days—that was sixty years ago—the houses of the nobles carried out the patriarchal life of early Russia. Our house, like most of them, was only one story high, but it covered a large area, spreading itself out in the shape of a hook, containing many rooms, how many I do not remember. The rooms were large, with stained floors, and they were heated by Russian stoves which were built into the house, and in which we burned the wood cut from the forests on the estate. Although the Podol government is in Little Russia, or toward the southwest corner of the great Russian empire, in winter it was so cold