So, one of the biggest complaints I get in my games, well, the current ones that are out in the store, such as Compacto and Crypto Clickers, is the fact that the fonts are not MonoSpace. If you don't know what MonoSpace is, it's basically every character is evenly spaced between each other. So the top example here, this font is MonoSpace, however, this one is not. A lot of the cool looking fonts they can find out on the internet don't look very nice if they are MonoSpace. So what if we want to take a good looking font like I have in idle research and we want to make it MonoSpace? Well, that's what I'm about to show you in today's video. So this is my scene I have set up, I have two sample text, and these are text mesh pro text by the ways. Do not use the legacy text, and if you haven't installed it, then make sure you go to window, text mesh pro, import TMP essential resources, and you're good from there. But anyways, we can turn any font into a MonoSpace font. So let's start with this first example. So in order to apply MonoSpace to our font, in order to evenly space everything out, we have to use this hdml tag called mspace. So we just set it equal to our pixel amount, which is like the amount of pixels they're going to spread apart. If you were set to 0.1, everything's just going to be on top of each other. While if you have it set to 100 pixels, or maybe even 1000, everything's just going to be spaced apart, and it looks kind of funny. So you could see it doesn't look great. However, it reduces the shaking if we were to have fast increasing numbers. And our goal would be to use this for numbers only, because that's generally the number that's always going to be changing. So that's where our second example comes into play. So instead, we have our mspace opening hdml tag and then our closing one around our number. So this label isn't affected, and it's just a number. And this looks more natural. And if you wanted to, you could change this number to whatever may look best. I think 55 pixels will look best in this situation. Let's implement it in our script. So I have one script called a UI manager. So this is where I'm going to update my text. And I'm going to create another script called utilities.  It does not need to go onto your scene. Since this script won't be going into our scene, we can delete this mono behavior. And we don't need start and update. So in our utilities class, we're going to be creating something called an extension method. So if you don't know what that is, let me briefly explain. Let's just say we have some integer variable called some int. And it's equal to 40. So let's say we have a string variable called some string, and we want to set our some string to whatever some int is. So we can just set it to this. When we do this, again, this is an integer, we're going to get an error saying that we cannot convert type int to a type string. So we have to use an extension method that all ints have called to string. And this basically just converts it to a string. So this is an extension method. And we're going to be creating something like this. So this will be a public static string method. And it's static because we need to use this outside of this utility script and other scripts. And it must be static in order to create an extension method. All right. So as of right now, it's just a normal static method, it's not going to do anything. And this will not work as an extension method. And it returns an empty string. So to make this an extension method, we have to pass in our first parameter as this string original. So when we say this back to the original example, this refers to the variable it's being extended from. However, in order to do this, we have to make this class static. And let's say we want to apply this to every string or number we have. But we want to make a setting for it. So this can be controlled outside of this class and method, but we'll just make a variable called bool enabled. And by default, we'll set it to true. So if we want to disable this monospace, we can just set the enable to false and it will just return the normal string. If the enabled is false, then we're just going to return the original string. However, we want to return our M space tag equal to however many pixels you want. So in my case, it looks good with 55. So I'll use 55 and then original and closing M space. So this dollar sign allows us to do string interpolation where we can add variables inside of the string like we did here. So let's say we have one string called one. And let's just say some random number 4567. And we have another string and we want to convert this into a monospace string. So it would be one dot monospace. And we're all done here. So if you want to disable this, we would just type in false. And it would return the original string. So we'll do testing in a bit. But let's just say we have an integer, right? So let's change this one into an int or maybe double to double. We would see that we cannot resolve symbol, monospace. What we can do here is accept any kind of variable that isn't just a string. So we're going to convert this into a generic method by adding the carrot and the T here where T represents a generic. And a generic is just any type of variable we get it. So it could be a string int double or any form of object. And we'll change this original string into a T. So it's just a generic. And additionally, when we're returning our original string, if this was disabled, we would have to use the two string extension method. And we can simplify things by using the ternary operator. So what we can do is that if it's enabled, we use question marks. So this is our true statement. So it's going to return this. If it's false, it's going to return the original like that. We can get rid of this if statement. So now it's a one liner and you can convert this to expression body if you'd like. So then it really looks like a one liner and it looks like that. So now we can accept any form of variable. So it can be a double. It could be an int, a float, heck, even a bytes if we wanted to. Now we can test this inside of our actual game. This will be a very basic script. So I'm going to create two text variables for our sample texts. Additionally, I'm going to create a double variable. And we're going to increment this so we can see that there's no more text shaking. So for a sample one, the mono space tag is going to be around the entire text while our sample text to is just going to be the number. So let me code that up real quick. All right, so here's our little script here. And let me briefly explain what's going on here. So I have string interpolation for both of these and it just says mono space and then our number. And this N zero here is the equivalent of two string with the N zero string parameter. And this basically tells us that this is going to be a decimal number with zero decimals. And once it's greater than a thousand, we're going to add commas. And so for sample one, we have our entire string and we apply the mono space extension method while for the second one, we just apply it to our number. And at the bottom, we increment this number by 250 per second. So that's what this time dot dot the time is. So this is going to be adding to number 250 per second. So let's save and apply our text to our script and hit the play button. So it looks very clean. There's no shaking whatsoever. And clearly the one on the bottom looks much better because of the label looking kind of funky with mono space. So this is good for numbers. I highly recommend using it regardless of how big this number is. There is no tech shaking whatsoever. So for sample one, let's turn off the mono space and leave the second one enabled. So you can kind of see the difference. All right, so you can see that this top one shakes just a little bit. All right, so here's the font from CryptoClickers. As you can see, this is a major yikes. You can see how badly that is shaking. So you can see there's no shaking whatsoever in the mono space. It's kind of starting to irritate me. So I'm just going to stop playing. So that is it for this video. Hopefully you've learned something new. By the end of this video, you should be good with extension methods, static methods and text mesh pro. If you enjoyed the video and you indeed learned something new, please smash that like button as it really helps out the video. And the daily question for today is what is your favorite Gatorade flavor? Comment that down below. And I'd say mine is either lemon lime or I mean, I do have lemon lime most, but I'd have to think about that one. 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The Steadfast Defender is a large-scale live exercise that's testing NATO's defense plan. So Gunson Hall is participating with the amphibious operations with Steadfast Defender, where we have embarked Swedish, Finnish and French landing force in order to help them practice doing amphibious operations in an arctic environment. The amphibious operations now during peacetime allows us to work through interoperability issues, language issues, and help build our efficiency and our resilience so that when a crisis actually does happen that we are prepared. The amphibious operations are inherently complex because we're talking about aircraft, small boats, ships, troops, all coordinating and syncing together, and if you're not communicating if you're not interconnected between C4I systems and where you are in the battle space, you may not necessarily be able to conduct an amphibious operation. And the arctic environment is a different environment than where we normally operate because we're dealing with temperatures and beaches that we don't normally work with. We are happy to be here in Hardstand, Norway, and we're proud to be part of the U.S. contingent for Steadfast Defenders.


Book 2, CHAPTER XII Why the peasants flocked to town? The prison was a long way off, and it was getting late, so Neklodov took an Esvostchik. The Esvostchik, a middle-aged man with an intelligent and kind face, turned round towards Neklodov as they were driving along one of the streets, and pointed to a huge house that was being built there. Let's see what a tremendous house they have begun to build, he said, as if he was partly responsible for the building of the house and proud of it. The house was really immense, and was being built in a very original style. The strong pine beams of the scaffolding were firmly fixed together with iron bands, and a plank wall separated the building from the street. On the boards of the scaffolding, workmen, all bespattered with plaster, moved hither and hither, like ants. Some were laying bricks, some hewing stones, some carrying up the heavy hods and pales, and bringing them down empty. A fat and finely dressed gentleman, probably the architect, stood by the scaffolding, pointing upward and explaining something to a contractor, a peasant from the Vladimir government, who was respectful listening to him. City carts were coming out of the gate, by which the architect and the contractor were standing, and loaded ones were going in.     But the work is useless. It can't be useless, or why should it be done, said the Izvoschik. The people get bread by it. Necklid off was silent, and it would have been difficult to talk, because of the clatter the wheels made. When they came nearer the prison, and the Izvoschik turned off the paved onto the Macadamia's road, it became easier to talk, and he again turned to Necklid off, and what a lot of these people are flocking to the town nowadays. It's awful, he said, turning round on the box, and pointing to a party of peasant workmen who were coming towards them, carrying sores, axes, sheepskins, coats, and bags strapped to their shoulders. More than in other years, Necklid off asked. By far. This year every place is crowded, so that it's just terrible. The employers just fling the workmen about like chaff. Not a job to be got. Why is that? They've increased, there's no room for them. Well, what if they have increased? Why do not they stay in the village? There's nothing for them to do in the village. No land to be had. Necklid off felt as one does when touching a sore place. It feels as if the bruised part were always being hit, yet it is only because the place is sore that the touch is felt. Is it possible that the same thing is happening everywhere, he thought, and began questioning his Voschik about the quantity of land in his village, how much land the man himself had, and why he had left the country. We have a desiatin per man, sir, he said. Our family have three men's shares of the land, my father and a brother at home, and manage the land, and another brother is serving in the army. But there's nothing to manage. My brother has had thoughts of coming to Moscow, too. And cannot land be rented? How's one to rent it nowadays? The gentry, such as they were, have squandered all theirs. Men of business have got it all into their own hands. One can't rent it from them. They farm it themselves. We have a Frenchman ruling in our place. He bought the estate from our former landlord and won't let it. And there's an end of it. Who's that Frenchman? Dufort is the Frenchman's name. Perhaps you've heard of him. He makes wigs for the actors in the big theatre. It is a good business, so he's prospering. He bought it from our lady, the whole of the estate, and now he has us in his power. He just rides on us as he pleases. The Lord be thanked. He is a good man himself. And his wife, a Russian, is such a brute that—God have mercy on us. She robs the people. It's awful. Well, here's the prison. Am I to drive you to the entrance? I'm afraid they'll not let us do it, though. End of CHAPTER XII. Book II CHAPTER XIII of Resurrection. This is a LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by David Cole Medway, Massachusetts. Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Louise Maud. Book II CHAPTER XIII. Nurse Maslova. When he rang the bell at the front entrance, Nekladov's heart stood still with horror as he thought of the state he might find Maslova in today, and at the mystery that he felt to be in her, and in the people that were collected in the prison. He asked the jailer who opened the door for Maslova. After making the necessary inquiry, the jailer informed him that she was in the hospital. Nekladov went there. A kindly old man, the hospital doorkeeper, let him in at once, and, after asking Nekladov whom he wanted, directed him to the children's ward. A young doctor, saturated with carboly acid, met Nekladov in the passage, and asked him severely what he wanted. This doctor was always making all sorts of concessions to the prisoners, and was therefore continually coming into conflict with the prison authorities, and even with the head doctor. Fearing lest Nekladov should demand something unlawful, and wishing to show that he made no exceptions for anyone he pretended to be cross, there are no women here. It is the children's ward, he said. Yes, I know, but a prisoner has been removed here to be an assistant nurse. Yes, there are two such here, then whom do you want? I am closely connected with one of them, named Maslova, Nekladov answered, and should like to speak to her. I am going to Petersburg to hand in an appeal to the Senate about her case, and should like to give her this. It is only a photo," Nekladov said, taking an envelope out of his pocket. All right, you may do that," said the doctor, relenting, and turning to an old woman with a white apron he told her to call the prisoner, nurse Maslova. Will you take a seat or go into the waiting room? Thanks said Nekladov, and profiting by the favourable change in the manner of the doctor towards him asked how they were satisfied with Maslova in the hospital. Oh, she is all right! She works fairly well, if you take the conditions of her former life into account, but here she is. The old nurse came in at one of the doors, followed Maslova, who wore a blue striped dress, a white apron, a kerchief that quite covered her hair. When she saw Nekladov her face flushed, and she stopped as if hesitating, then frowned, and with downcast eyes went quickly towards him along the strip of carpet in the middle of the passage. When she came up to Nekladov she did not wish to give him her hand, and then gave it, growing redder still. Nekladov had not seen her since the day when she begged forgiveness for having been in a passion, and he expected to find her the same as she was then. But today she was quite different. There was something new in the expression of her face, reserve and shyness, and, as it seemed to him, animosity towards him. He told her what he had already said to the doctor, i.e., that he was going to Petersburg, and he handed her the envelope with a photograph which he had brought from Penovo. I found this in Penovo. It's an old photograph. Perhaps you would like it, take it. Seeing her dark eyebrows she looked at him with surprise in her squinting eyes as if asking, what is this for? Took the photo silently, and put it in the bib of her apron. I saw your aunt there, said Nekladov. Did you, she said, indifferently? Are you all right here? Nekladov asked. Oh, yes, it's all right, she said. Not too difficult? Oh, no. But I am not used to it yet. I am glad, for your sake. Anyhow, it is better than there. Then where there, she asked, her face flushing again. There in the prison, Nekladov horribly answered. Why better, she asked. I think the people are better. Here are none such as there must be there. There are many good ones there, she said. I have been seeing about the men-shofs, and hope they will be liberated, said Nekladov. God grant they may, such a splendid old woman, she said, again repeating her opinion of the old woman, and slightly smiling. I am going to Petersburg today. Your case will come on soon, and I hope the sentence will be repealed. Whether it is repealed or not won't matter now, she said. Why not now? So she said, looking with a quick questioning glance into his eyes. Nekladov understood the word, and the look to mean that she wished to know whether he still kept firm to his decision, or had accepted her refusal. I do not know why it does not matter to you, he said. It certainly does not matter, as far as I am concerned, whether you are acquitted or not. I am ready to do what I told you in any case, he said decidedly. She lifted her head, and her black-squinting eyes remained fixed on him and beyond him, and her face beamed with joy. But the words she spoke were very different from what her eyes said. You should not speak like that, she said. I am saying it so that you should know. Everything has been said about that, and there is no use speaking, she said, with difficulty repressing a smile. A sudden noise came from the hospital ward and the sound of a child crying. I think they are calling me, she said, and looked around uneasily. Well, good-bye, then, he said. She pretended not to see his extended hand, and, without taking it, turned away and hastily walked along the strip of carpet, trying to hide the triumph she felt. What is going on in her? What is she thinking? What does she feel? Does she mean to prove me, or can she really not forgive me? Is it that she cannot, or that she will not, express what she feels and thinks? Has she softened or hardened, he asked himself, and could find no answer. He only knew that she had altered, and that an important change was going on in her soul, and this change united him not only to her, but also to him for whose sake that change was being brought. And this union brought on a state of joyful animation and tenderness. When she returned to the ward, in which there stood eight small beds, Maslova began, in obedience to the nurse's order, to arrange one of the beds, and bending over too far with a sheet, she slipped and nearly fell down. A little convalescent boy with a bandage-nick, who was looking at her, laughed. Maslova could no longer contain herself, and burst into loud laughter, and such contagious laughter that several of the children also burst out laughing, and one of the sisters rebuked her angrily. What are you giggling at? Do you think you are where you used to be, going fetch the food? Maslova obeyed, and went where she was sent. But catching the eye of the bandage boy, who was not allowed to laugh, she again burst out laughing. Whenever she was alone, Maslova again and again pulled the photograph partly out of the envelope, and looked at it admiringly. But only in the evening, when she was off duty, and alone in the bedroom, which she shared with the nurse, did she take it quite out of the envelope, and gaze long at the faded yellow photograph, caressing with her eyes every detail of faces and clothing, the steps of the rander, and the bushes which served as a black ground, to hears and hears in her aunt's faces, and could not cease from admiring especially herself. A pretty young face, with a curly hair round the forehead. She was so absorbed, that she did not hear her fellow nurse come into the room.  Who's this, you? Who else, said Maslova, looking into a companion's face with a smile? And who's this, himself? And is this his mother? So he's aunt. Would you not have known me? Never. The whole face is altered. Why, it must be ten years since then. Not years, but a lifetime, said Maslova. And certainly her animation went, her face grew gloomy, and a deep lion appeared between her brows. Why so? Your way of life must have been an easy one.  It is hell. Why what makes it so? What makes it so? From eight till four in the morning and every night the same. Then why don't they give it up? They can't give it up if they want to. But what's the use of talking, Maslova said, jumping up and throwing the photograph into the drawer of the table, and with difficulty repressing angry tears, she ran out into the passage and slammed the door. While looking at the group, she imagined herself, such as she was there, and dreamt of her happiness then, and of the possibility of happiness with him now. But her companion's words reminded her of what she was now and what she had been, and brought back all the horrors of that life which she had felt but dimly, and not allowed herself to realize. It was only now that the memory of all those terrible nights came vividly back to her, especially one during the carnival when she was expecting a student who had promised to buy her out. She remembered how she, wearing her low-necked silk dress stained with wine, a red bow in her untidy hair, wearied weak, half tipsy, having seen her visitors off, sat down during an interval in the dancing by the piano beside the bonnie pianiste with the blotchy face, who played the accompaniment to the violin, and began complaining of her hard fate, and how this pianiste said that she, too, was feeling how heavy her position was and would like to change it, and how Clara suddenly came up to them, and how they all three decided to change their life. They thought that the night was over, and were about to go away, when suddenly the noise of tipsy voices was heard in the ante-room. The violinist played a tune, and the pianiste began hammering the first figure of a quadril on the piano to the tune of a most merry Russian song, a small perspiring man, smelling of spirits, with a white tie and swallowtail coat, which she took off after the first figure, came up to her, hiccuping, and caught her up, while another fat man with a beard, and also wearing a dress-coat, they had come straight from Bohr, caught Clara up, and for a long time they turned, danced, screamed, drank. And so it went on for another year, and another, and a third. How could she help changing? And he was the cause of it all. And suddenly all her former bitterness against him reawoke. She wished to scold to reproach him. She regretted having neglected the opportunity of repeating to him once more that she knew him, and would not give in to him, would not let him make use of her spiritually, as he had done physically. And she lunged for drink in order to stifle the feeling of pity to herself, and the useless feeling of reproach to him. And she would have broken her word if she had been inside the prison. Here she could not get any spirits except by applying to the medical assistant, and she was afraid of him, because he made up to her, and intimate relations with men were disgusting to her now. After sitting a while on a form in the passage, she returned to her little room, and without paying any heed to her companion's words, she wept for a long time over her direct life. Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy, translated by Louise Maud, Book II, Chapter XIV An Aristocratic Circle Neklodov had four matters to attend to in Petersburg. The first was the appeal to the senate in Maslova's case. The second to hand in Theodosia Birikov's petition to the committee. The third to comply with Viriddukova's requests, i.e., to get her friend Shostova released from prison, and get permission for a mother to visit her son in prison. Viriddukova had written him about this, and he was going to the gendarmerie office to attend to these two matters, which he counted as one. The fourth matter he meant to attend to was the case of some sectarians who had been separated from their families and exiled to the Caucasus because they read and discussed the Gospels. It was not so much to them as to himself, he had promised to do all he could to clear up this affair. Since his last visit to Maslenikov, and especially since he had been in the country, Neklodov had not exactly formed a resolution, but felt with his whole nature a loathing for that society in which he had lived till then. That society which so carefully hides the sufferings of millions in order to assure ease and pleasure to a small number of people, that the people belonging to this society do not and cannot see these sufferings, nor the cruelty and wickedness of their life. Neklodov could no longer move in this society without feeling illidease and reproaching himself. And yet all the ties of relationship and friendship and his own habits were drawing him back into this society, besides that which alone interested him now, his desire to help Maslova and the other sufferers, made it necessary to ask for help and service from persons belonging to that society, persons whom he not only could not respect, but who often aroused in him indignation and a feeling of contempt. When he came to Petersburg and stopped at his aunt's, his mother's sister, the Countess Tarsky, wife of a former minister, Neklodov at once found himself in the very midst of that aristocratic circle which had grown so foreign to him. This was very unpleasant, but there was no possibility of getting out of it. To put up at a hotel, instead of at his aunt's house, would have been to offend his aunt, and besides, his aunt had important connections, and might be extremely useful in all these matters he meant to attend to. What is this I hear about you? All sorts of marvels, said the Countess Katarina Ivanova Tarsky, as she gave him his coffee immediately after his arrival. Vupose poor an houred, helping criminals, going the round of prisons, setting things right. Oh no, I never thought of it. Why not? It is a good thing. Surely there seems to be some romantic story connected with it. Let us hear all about it. Neklodov told her the whole truth about his relations to Maslova. Yes, yes, I remember your poor mother telling me about it. That was when you were staying with those old women. I believe they wished to marry you to the award. The Countess Katarina Ivanova had always despised Neklodov's aunt's on his father's side. So it she, her uncle Jolie, Katarina Ivanova, was a strong, bright, energetic, talkative woman of sixty. She was tall and very stout, and at the decidedly black moustache on her lip. Neklodov was fond of her, and at, even as a child, being infected by her energy and mercy. No, my aunt, that is at an end. I only wish to help her, because she is innocently accused. I am the cause of it, and the cause of her fate being what it is. I feel it my duty to do all I can for her. What is this I have heard about your intention of marrying her? Yes, it was my intention, but she does not wish it. Katarina Ivanovna looked at her nephew with raised brows and drooping eyeballs in silent amazement. Suddenly her face changed, and with the look of pleasure she said, Well, she is wiser than you.  Most certainly. After her having been what she was, all the more, since I was the cause of it.  A terrible simpleton. But it is just because you are such a terrible simpleton that I love you. She repeated the word, evidently liking it, as it seemed to correctly convey to her mind the idea of her nephew's moral state.  Alayn has a wonderful home, the Magdalena home. I went there once. They are terribly disgusting. After that I had to pray continually. But Alayn is devoted to it, body and soul.  But she is condemned to Siberia. I have come on purpose to appeal about it. This is one of my requests to you. Dear me, and where do you appeal to in this case? To the Senate. Ah, the Senate! Yes, my dear cousin Leo is in the Senate. He is in the Heraldry department, and I don't know any of the real ones. They are all some kind of Germans. Gay, fae, dey, tulal, fae, bet, or else all kinds of Ivanov's, Semenov's, Nikitin's, or else Ivanenko's, Semenenko's, Nikitenko's, Puavariye, Lejean de Lothra-Mond. Well it is all the same. I'll tell my husband he knows them. He knows all sorts of people. I'll tell him, but you will have to explain. He never understands me. Whatever I may say, he always maintains he does not understand it. Say Anpati Pri. Everyone understands, but only not he. At this moment a footman with stocking legs came in with a note on a silver platter. There now, from Marlene herself, you will have a chance of hearing Kizaveta. Who is Kizaveta? Kizaveta? Come this evening, and you will find out who he is. He speaks in such a way that the most hardened criminals sink on their knees and weep and repent. The Countess Katerina Ivanovna, however strange it may seem, and however little it seemed in keeping with the rest of her character, was a staunch adherent of that teaching which holds that the essence of Christianity lies in the belief in redemption. She went to meetings where this teaching, then in fashion, was being preached, and assembled the faithful in her own house. Though this teaching repudiated all ceremonies, icons and sacraments, Katerina Ivanovna had icons in every room, and one on the wall above her bed, and she kept all that the church prescribed without noticing any contradiction in that. There now, if your Magdalena could hear him, she would be converted to the Countess. Do stay at home to-night. You will hear him. He is a wonderful man. It does not interest me, Matant. Why do I tell you that it is interesting, and you must come home? Now you may go. What else do you want of me? Vide votre sec. The next is in the Fortress. In the Fortress? I can give you a note for that to the Baron Kreegsmouth. Say entree, brave arm. Oh! But you know him. He was a comrade of your fathers. No dawn, dala spiritism. But that does not matter. He is a good fellow. What do you want there? I want to get leave for a mother to visit her son, who is in prison there. But I was told that this did not depend on Kreegsmouth, but on Chevianski. I do not like Chevianski, but he is Mariette's husband. We might ask her. She will do it for me. Eletrae gentile. I have also to petition for a woman who is in prison there without knowing what for. No fear. She knows well enough. They all know it very well, and it serves them right, those short-haired. Many advanced women wear their hair short like men, ones. We do not know whether it serves them right or not, but they suffer.  It has nothing to do with it.  It would be worse if I pretended to love nihilists, especially short-haired women. Nihilists when I cannot bear them? Why can you not bear them? You ask why after the 1st of March? The emperor Alexander II was killed on the 1st of March, old style. Did it not all take part in it on the 1st of March? Never mind. They should not meddle with what is no business of theirs. It's not women's business. But you consider that Mariette may take part in business? Mariette? Mariette is Mariette, and these are goodness-dose what? Want to teach everybody? Not to teach, but simply to help the people. One knows whom to help and whom not to help without them. But the peasants are in great need. I have just returned from the country. Is it necessary that the peasants should work to the very limits of their strength and never have sufficient to eat, while we are living in the greatest luxury? said Neclerdorff, involuntarily led on by his aunt's good nature into telling her what was in his thoughts. What do you want, then, that I should work and not eat anything? No, I do not wish you not to eat. I only wish that we should all work and all eat. He could not help smiling, as he said it. Again raising her brow and drooping her eyeballs, his aunt looked at him curiously. Mon cher, vous finirez, mal, she said. Since then, the general and former minister, Countess Chasky's husband, a tall, broad-shouldered man, came into the room. Ah, Dimitri, how do you do, he said, turning his freshly-saved cheek to Neclerdorff to be kissed. When did you get here? And he silently kissed his wife on the forehead. Nourn, il est impeable, the Countess said, turning to her husband. He wants me to go and wash clothes and live on potatoes. He is an awful fool, but all the same, do what he is going to ask of you. A terrible simpleton, she added. Have you heard? Kamenskaya is in such despair that they fear for her life, she said to her husband. You should go and call there. Yes, it is dreadful, said her husband. Go along, then, and talk to him. I must write some letters. Dimitri had Neclerdorff, stepped into the room next to the drawing-room, then she called him back. Shall I write to Mariette, then? Please, Matant, I shall leave a blank for what you want to say about the short-haired one, and she will give her husband his orders, and he'll do it. Do not think me wicked, they are all so disgusting, your prologues. But Je ne l'avais pas de mal, bothered them. Well go, but be sure to stay at home this evening, to hear Kizaveta. And we shall have some prayers. And if only you do not resist, s'il vous ferait beaucoup de bien. I know you are poor mother, and all of you were always very backward in these things. End of Book 2, Chapter 14, Book 2, Chapter 15 of Resurrection. This is a LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by David Cole, Medway, Massachusetts. Conviction by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Louise Mort. Book 2, Chapter 15. An average statesman. Count Ivan Mikhailovich had been a minister, and was a man of strong convictions. The convictions of Count Ivan Mikhailovich consisted in the belief that, just as it was natural for a bird to feed on worms, to be clothed in feathers and down, and to fly in the air. So it was natural for him to feed on the choicest and most expensive food, prepared by highly paid cooks, to wear the most comfortable and most expensive clothing, to drive with the best and fastest horses, and that therefore all these things should be ready found for him. Besides this, Count Ivan Mikhailovich considered that the more money he could get out of the treasury by all sorts of means, the more orders he had, including different diamond insignia of something or other, and the oftener he spoke to highly placed individuals of both sexes, so much the better it was. All the rest, Count Ivan Mikhailovich, considered insignificant and uninteresting beside these dogmas. All the rest might be as it was, or just the reverse. Count Ivan Mikhailovich lived and acted according to these lights for forty years, and at the end of forty years reached the position of a minister of state. The chief qualities that enabled Count Ivan Mikhailovich to reach this position were his capacity of understanding the meaning of documents and laws, and of drawing up, though clumsily, intelligible state papers, and of spelling them correctly. Secondly, his very stately appearance, which enabled him, when necessary, to seem not only extremely proud, but unapproachable and majestic, while at other times he could be abjectly and almost passionately servile. Thirdly, the absence of any general principles or rules, either of personal or administrative morality, which made it possible for him either to agree or disagree with anybody, according to what was wanted at the time. When acting thus, his only endeavour was to sustain the appearance of good-breeding and not to seem too plainly inconsistent, as for his actions being moral or not in themselves, or whether they were going to result in the highest welfare or greatest evil for the whole of the Russian Empire or even the entire world. That was quite indifferent to him. When he became minister, not only those dependent on him, and there were a great many of them, and people connected with him, but many strangers, and even he himself, were convinced that he was a very clever statesman. But after some time had elapsed, and he had done nothing, and had nothing to show, and when in accordance with the law of the struggle for existence others, like himself, who had learnt to write and understand documents, stately and unprincipled officials, had displaced him, he turned out to be not only far from clever, but very limited and badly educated. Though self-assured, his views hardly reaching the level of those in the leading articles of the Conservative papers, it became apparent that there was nothing in him to distinguish him from those other badly educated and self-assured officials who had pushed him out, and he himself saw it. But this did not shake his conviction that he had to receive a great deal of money out of the treasury every year, and new decorations for his dress clothes. This conviction was so firm that no one had the pluck to refuse these things to him, and he received yearly, partly in form of a pension, partly as a salary for being a member in a government institution and chairman of all sorts of committees and councils, several tens of thousands of roubles, besides the right, highly prized by him, of sewing all sorts of new cords to his shoulders and trousers, and ribbons to wear under and enamel stars to fix on to his dress coat. In consequence of this, Count Ivan Mikhailovich had very high connections. Count Ivan Mikhailovich listened to Nekledov as he was wont to listen to the reports of the permanent secretary of his department, and, having heard him, said he would give him two notes, one to the senator Wolf of the Appeal Department. All sorts of things are reported of him, but Don Tulekas Seyounam Trecomil IV, he said. He is indebted to me, and will do all that is possible. The other note, Count Ivan Mikhailovich gave Nekledov, was to an influential member of the Petition Committee. The story of Theodosia Birikov, as told by Nekledov, interested him very much. When Nekledov said that he thought of writing to the Empress, the Count replied that it certainly was a very touching story, and might, if occasion presented itself, he told her. But he could not promise. Let the Petition be handed in in due form. Should there be an opportunity, and if a petty comete was called on Thursday, he thought he would tell her the story. As soon as Nekledov had received these two notes, and a note to Mariette from his aunt, he had once set off to these different places. First he went to Mariette's. He had known her as a half-grown girl, the daughter of an aristocratic but not wealthy family, and had heard how she had married a man who was making a career, whom Nekledov had heard badly spoken of. And as usual, he felt it hard to ask a favour of a man he did not esteem. In these cases he always felt an inner dissension and dissatisfaction, and wavered whether to ask the favour or not, and always resolved to ask. Besides feeding himself in a false position, among those to whose set he no longer regarded himself as belonging, who yet regarded him as belonging to them, he felt himself getting into the old accustomed rut, and in spite of himself fell into the thoughtless enimoral toon that reigned in that circle. He felt that, from the first with his aunt, he involuntarily fell into a bantering toon while talking about serious matters. Petersburg in general affected him with its usual physically invigorating and mentally dulling effect. Everything so clean, so comfortably well arranged, and the people so lenient in moral matters that life seemed very easy. A fine, clean and polite is Voschik, drove him past fine, clean, polite policeman, along the fine, clean, watered streets, past fine, clean houses to the house in which Mariette lived.  The doorkeeper, dressed in a wonderfully clean livery, opened the door into the hall, where instilled cleaner livery, with gold cords, stood the footman, with his splendid whiskers well combed out, and the orderly on duty, in a brand new uniform. The General does not receive, and the General S. does not receive either. She is just going to drive out. Necladoff took out Caterina Ivanovna's letter, and going up to a table on which lay a visitor's book, began to write that he was sorry not to have been able to see any one.   Her face was covered by a veil. When she saw Necladoff, she lifted the veil off a very pretty face, with bright eyes, that looked inquiringly at him. Ah! Prince Dmitry Ivanovitch Necladoff, she said, with a soft pleasant voice, I should have known. What? You even remember my name? I should think so. Why I and my sisters have even been in love with you, she said in French. But dear me, how you have altered!  But let us go up again, she said, and stopped hesitatingly. Then she looked at the clock. No, I can't. I am going to Kamen Skyers, to attend a mass for the dead. She is terribly afflicted. Who is this Kamen Skyer? Have you not heard? Her son was killed in a duel. He fought Posen. He was the only son. Terrible! The mother is very much afflicted. Yes, I have heard of it. No, I had better go, and you must come again, to-night or tomorrow, she said, and went to the door with quick light steps. I cannot come to-night, he said, going out after her. But I have a request to make you. And he looked at the pair of bays that were drawing up to the front door. What is this? This is a letter from aunt to you, said Neklodoth, handing her a narrow envelope with a large crest. You'll find all about it in there. I now countess Katerina Ivanovna thinks I have some influence from my husband in business matters. She is mistaken. I can do nothing, and do not like to interfere. But of course, for you I am willing to be forced to my principle. What is this business about, she said, searching in vain for her pocket with her little black gloved hand. There is a girl imprisoned in the fortress, and she is ill and innocent. What is her name? Lidae Shostova. It's in the note. All right, I'll see what I can do, she said, and lightly jumped into her little, softly upholstered, open carriage. It's brightly varnished splash-guards glistening in the sunshine and open to her parasol. The footman got on the box and gave the coachman a sign. The carriage moved, but at that moment she touched the coachman with her parasol, and the slim-legged beauties, the bay mares, stopped, bending their beautiful necks and stepping from foot to foot. But you must come only please, without interested motives, and she looked at him with a smile, the force of which she well knew, and as if the performance over, and she were drawing the curtain, she dropped the veil over her face again. All right, and she again touched the coachman. Neckled off raised his hat, and the well-bred bays, slightly snorting, set off, their shoes clattering on the pavement, and the carriage rolled quickly and smoothly on its new rubber tires, giving a jump only now and then over some unevenness of the road. Book 2 Chapter 15 Book 2, Chapter 16 of Resurrection. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Reading by Philip Griffiths Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy Translated by Louise Mould Book 2, Chapter 16 An up-to-date senator When Neckledove remembered the smiles that passed between him and Mariette, he shook his head. You have hardly time to turn round before you are again drawn into this life, he thought, feeling that discord and those doubts which the necessity to curry favour from people he did not esteem caused. After considering where to go first, so as not to have to retrace his steps, Neckledove set off for the Senate. There he was shown into the office, where he found a great many, very polite and very clean officials in the midst of a magnificent apartment. Maslova's petition was received and handed on to that wolf to whom Neckledove had a letter from his uncle to be examined and reported on. There will be a meeting of the Senate this week, the official said to Neckledove, but Maslova's case will hardly come before that meeting. It might come before the meeting on Wednesday by special request, one of the officials remarked. During the time Neckledove waited in the office, while some information was being taken, he heard that the conversation in the Senate was all about the Jewel, and he heard a detailed account of how a young man, Kaminsky, had been killed. It was here he first heard all the facts of the case which was exciting the interest of all Petersburg. The story was this. Some officers were eating oysters, and as usual drinking very much, when one of them said something ill-natured about the regiment to which Kaminsky belonged, and Kaminsky called him a liar. The other hit Kaminsky. The next day they fought, Kaminsky was wounded in the stomach and died two hours later. The murderer and the second were arrested, but it was said that though they were arrested and in the guardhouse they would be set free in a fortnight. On the Senate Neckledove drove to see an influential member of the Petition Committee, Baron Vorobyov, who lived in a splendid house belonging to the crown. The doorkeeper told Neckledove in a severe tone that the Baron could not be seen except on his reception days, that he was with his Majesty the Emperor today, and the next day he would again have to deliver a report. Neckledove left his uncle's letter with the doorkeeper, and went on to see the Senator Wolfe. Wolfe had just had his lunch, and was as usual helping digestion by smoking a cigar and pacing up and down the room when Neckledove came in. Vladimir Vasilievich Wolfe was certainly on home Trichom Ilfeu, and prized this quality very highly, and from that elevation he looked down at everybody else. He could not but esteem this quality of his very highly, because it was thanks to it alone that he had made a brilliant career, the very career he desired, i.e., by marriage he obtained a fortune which brought him in eighteen thousand rubles a year, and by his own exertions the post of a Senator. He considered himself not only unhom Trichom Ilfeu, but also a man of nightly honour. By honour he understood not accepting secret bribes from private persons, but he did not consider it dishonest to beg money for payment of fares and all sorts of travelling expenses from the crown, and to do anything the government might require of him in return, to ruin hundreds of innocent people, to cause them to be imprisoned, to be exiled because of their love for their people, and the religion of their fathers, as he had done in one of the governments of Poland when he was governor there. He did not consider it dishonourable, but even thought it a noble, manly and patriotic action. Nor did he consider it dishonest to rob his wife and sister-in-law as he had done, but thought it a wise way of arranging his family life. His family consisted of his commonplace wife, his sister-in-law, whose fortune he had appropriated by selling her estate and putting the money into his account, and his meek, frightened a plain daughter who lived a lonely, weary life, from which she had lately begun to look for relaxation in evangelicism, attending meetings at day-lines, and the Countess Katrina Ivanovna, Wolf's son who had grown a beard at the age of fifteen, and had, at that age, begun to drink and lead a depraved life, which he continued to do until the age of twenty, when he was turned out by his father, because he never finished his studies, moved in a low set, and made debts which committed the father. The father had once paid a debt of two hundred and fifty rubles for his son, then another of six hundred rubles, but warned the son that he did it for the last time, and that if the son did not reform he would be turned out of the house, and all further intercourse between him and his family would he put a stop to. The son did not reform, but made a debt of a thousand rubles, and took the liberty of telling his father that life at home was a torment anyhow. Then Wolf declared to his son that he might go where he pleased, that he was no son of his any longer. Since then Wolf pretended he had no son, and no one at home dared speak to him about his son, and Vladimir Vasilievich Wolf was firmly convinced that he had arranged his family life in the best way. Wolf stopped pacing up and down his study, and greeted Nekladov with a friendly, though slightly ironical, smile. This was his way of showing how comical foe he was, and how superior to the majority of men. He read the note which Nekladov handed to him. Please, take a seat, and excuse me if I continue to walk up and down, with your permission, he said, putting his hands into his coat pockets, and began again to walk, with light, soft steps across his large, quietly and stylishly furnished study. Very pleased to make your acquaintance, and of course very glad to do anything that Count Ivan Mikhailovich wishes, he said, blowing the fragrant blue smoke out of his mouth, and removing his cigar carefully, so as not to drop the ash. I should only like to ask that the case might come on soon, so that if the prisoner has to go to Siberia, she might set off early, said Nekladov. Yes, yes, with one of the first steamers from Nijni, I know, said Wolf, with his patronising smile, always knowing in advance whatever one wanted to tell him. What is the prisoner's name? Maslova. Wolf went up to the table, and looked at the paper that lay on a piece of cardboard among other business papers. Yes, yes, Maslova, all right, I will ask the others. We shall hear the case on Wednesday. Then may I telegraph to the Advocate? The Advocate? What's that for? But if you like, why not? The causes for appeal may be insufficient, said Nekladov, but I think the case will show that the sentence was passed owing to a misunderstanding. Yes, yes, it may be so, but the Senate cannot decide the case on its merits, said Wolf, looking seriously at the ash of his cigar. The Senate only considers the exactness of the application of the laws and their right interpretation. But this seems to me to be an exceptional case. I know, I know, all cases are exceptional, we shall do our duty, that's all. The ash was still holding on, but had begun breaking and was in danger of falling. Do you often come to Petersburg, said Wolf, holding his cigar so that the ash should not fall, but the ash began to shake, and Wolf carefully carried it to the ash-pan into which it fell. What a terrible thing this is with regard to Kaminsky, he said, a splendid young man, the only son, especially the mother's position. He went on, repeating almost word for word what everyone in Petersburg was at that time saying about Kaminsky. Wolf spoke a little about the Countess Katarina Ivanovna and her enthusiasm for the new religious teaching, which he neither approved nor disapproved of, but which was evidently needless to him, who was so comel-feau, and then rang the bell. If it is convenient, come and dine on Wednesday, and I will give you a decisive answer, said Wolf, extending his hand. It was late, and Netladov returned to his aunt's. CHAPTER XVI. Book II. CHAPTER XVII. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Philip Griffiths. Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Louise Mould. Book II. CHAPTER XVII. Countess Katarina Ivanovna's dinner party. Countess Katarina Ivanovna's dinner hour was half past seven, and the dinner was served in a new manner that Netladov had not yet seen anywhere. After they had placed the dishes on the table, the waiters left the room and the diners helped themselves. The men would not let the ladies take the trouble of moving, and, as befitted the stronger sex they manfully took upon themselves the burden of putting the food in his plates and of filling their glasses. When one course was finished the countess pressed the button of an electric bell fitted to the table, and the waiters stepped in noiselessly and quickly carried away the dishes, changed the plates and brought in the next course. The dinner was very refined. The wines very costly. A French chef was working in the large, light kitchens with two white clad assistants. There were six persons at dinner. The count and countess, their son, a surly officer in the guards who sat with his elbows on the table. Netladov, a French lady-reader, and the Count's chief steward who had come up from the country. Here, too, the conversation was about the jewel, and opinions were given as to how the emperor regarded the case. It was known that the emperor was very much grieved for the mother's sake, and all were grieved for her. And, as it was also known, that the emperor did not mean to be very severe to the murderer who defended the honour of his uniform. All were also lenient to the officer who had defended the honour of his uniform. Only the countess, Katarina Ivanovna, with her free thoughtlessness expressed her disapproval.  I should not forgive them on any account, she said. No, that's a thing I cannot understand, said the count. I know that you can never understand what I say, the countess began, and turning to Netladov she added. Everybody understands except my husband. I say I am sorry for the mother, and I do not wish him to be contented having killed a man. Then her son, who had been silent up to then, took the murderer's part and rudely attacked his mother, arguing that an officer could not behave in any other way, because his fellow officers would condemn him and turn him out of the regiment. Netladov listened to the conversation without joining in. Having been an officer himself he understood, though he did not agree with young Charsky's arguments, and at the same time he could not help contrasting the fate of the officer with that of a beautiful young convict whom he had seen in the prison, and who was condemned to the mines for having killed another in a fight. Both had turned murderers through drunkenness. The peasant had killed a man in a moment of irritation, and he was parted from his wife and family, had chains on his legs and his head shaved, and was going to hard labour in Siberia, while the officer was sitting in a fine room in the guardhouse, eating a good dinner, drinking good wine and reading books, and would be set free in a day or two to live as he had done before, having only become more interesting by the affair. Netladov said what he had been thinking, and at first his aunt, Katarina Ivanovna, seemed to agree with him. But at last she became silent as the rest had done, and Netladov felt that he had committed something akin to an impropriety. In the evening, soon after dinner, the large hall with high-backed carved chairs arranged in rows as for a meeting, and an armchair next to a little table with a bottle of water for the speaker, began to fill with people come to hear the foreigner, Kaizveta, preach. Elegant equippages stopped at the front entrance. In the hall sat richly dressed ladies in silks and velvets and lace, with false hair and false busts and drawn-in waists, and among the men in uniform an evening dress, and about five persons of the common class, i.e. two men's servants, a shopkeeper, a footman, and a coachman. Kaizveta, a thick-set, grisly man, spoke English, and a thin young girl with pinsnade translated it into Russian promptly and well. He was saying that our sins were so great, the punishment for them so great and so unavoidable, that it was impossible to live anticipating such punishment. Beloved brothers and sisters, let us for a moment consider what we are doing, how we are living, how we have offended against the all-loving Lord, and how we make Christ suffer. And we cannot but understand that there is no forgiveness possible for us, no escape possible, that we are all doomed to perish. A terrible fate awaits us. Everlasting torment, he said, with tears in his trembling voice. Oh, how can we be saved, brothers? How can we be saved from this terrible, unquenchable fire? The house is in flames, there is no escape. He was silent for a while, and real tears flow down his cheeks. It was for about eight years that each time when he got to this part of his speech, which he himself liked so well, he felt choking in his throat and an irritation in his nose, and the tears came in his eyes, and these tears touched him still more. Sobs were heard in the room. The Countess Katarina Ivanovna sat with her elbows on an inlaid table, leaning her head on her hands, and her shoulders were shaking. The coachman looked with fear and surprise at the foreigner, feeling as if he was about to run him down with the pole of his carriage, and the foreigner would not move out of his way. All sat in positions similar to that Katarina Ivanovna had assumed.  The orator suddenly uncovered his face and smiled, a very real-looking smile, such as actors expressed joy with, and began again with a sweet, gentle voice. Yet there is a way to be saved. Here it is, a joyful, easy way. The salvation is the blood shed for us by the only Son of God, who gave himself up to torments for our sake.  Let us praise the Lord, who has given his only begotten Son for the redemption of mankind, his holy blood. Necladov felt so deeply disgusted that he rose silently, and frowning and keeping back a groan of shame, he left on tiptoe and went to his room. End of Chapter 17 Book 2 Chapter 18 of Resurrection This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Chapter 18 Officialdom Hardly had Necladov finished dressing the next morning. Just as he was about to go down, the footman bought him a card from the Moscow Advocate. The Advocate had come to St. Petersburg, on business of his own, and was going to be present when Maslova's case was examined in the Senate, if that would be soon. The telegram sent by Necladov crossed him on the way. Having found out from Necladov when the case was going to be heard, and which Senators were to be present, he smiled. Exactly all the three types of Senators, he said. Wolf is a Petersburg official, Skoverodnikov is a theoretical and bay a practical lawyer, and therefore the most alive of them all, said the Advocate. There is most hope of him. Well, and how about the Petition Committee? Oh, I'm going to Baron Vorobyev today. I could not get an audience with him yesterday. Do you know why he is Baron Vorobyev? said the Advocate, noticing the slightly ironical stress that Necladov put on this foreign title, followed by a very rational surname. That was because the Emperor Paul rewarded the grandfather. I think he was one of the court footmen. By giving him this title, he managed to please him in some way, so he made him a Baron. It's my wish, so don't gain sane me. And so there's a Baron Vorobyev, and very proud of the title. He is a dreadful old humbug. Well, I'm going to see him, said Necladov. That's good. We can go together. I shall give you a lift. As they were going to start, a footman met Necladov in the anti-room, and handed him a note from Mariette.  He found out that this person could be relaxed immediately. My husband said to the Commander, So come to St. Louis, I'm waiting for you. M. Just fancy, said Necladov to the Advocate. Is this not dreadful? A woman whom they are keeping in solitary confinement for seven months turns out to be quite innocent, and only a word was needed to get her released. That's always so. Well, anyhow, you have succeeded in getting what you wanted. Yes, but this success grieves me. Just think what must be going on there. Why have they been keeping her? Oh, it's best not to look too deeply into it. Well, then, I shall give you a lift if I may, said the Advocate, as they left the house, and a fine carriage that the Advocate had hired drove up to the door. Is Baron Varroby off your going to see? The Advocate gave the driver his directions, and the two good horses quickly brought Necladov to the house in which the Baron lived. The Baron was at home. A young official in uniform, with a long, thin neck, and much protruding Adam's apple, and an extremely light walk, and two ladies were in the first room. Your name, please? The young man with the Adam's apple asked, stepping with extreme lightness and grace across from the ladies to Necladov. Necladov gave his name. The Baron was just mentioning you, said the young man, the Baron's adjutant, and went out through and in her door. He returned, leading a weeping lady dressed in mourning.  Come in, please? said the young man to Necladov, lightly stepping up to the door of the study and holding it open. When Necladov came in, he saw before him a thick-set man of medium height with short hair and a frocked coat, who was sitting in an armchair, opposite a large writing table, and looking gaily in front of himself. The kindly, rosy red face, striking by its contrast with the white hair, mustaches and beard, turned towards Necladov with a friendly smile. Very glad to see you. Your mother and I were old acquaintances and friends. I have seen you as a boy, and later on as an officer. Sit down and tell me what I can do for you. Yes, yes, he said, shaking his cropped white head while Necladov was telling him Theodosius' story.  It is certainly very touching. And have you handed in the petition? I've got the petition ready, Necladov said, getting it out of his pocket. But I thought of speaking to you first in hopes that the case would then get special attention paid to it. You have done very well. I shall certainly report it myself," said the Baron, unsuccessfully trying to put an expression of pity on his merry face. Very touching. It is clear she was but a child. The husband treated her roughly. This repelled her. But as time went on they fell in love with each other. Yes, I will report the case. Count Ivan Mikhailovich was also going to speak about it. Necladov had hardly got these words out when the Baron's face changed. You had better hand in the petition into the office after all, and I shall do what I can," he said. At this moment the young official again entered the room, evidently showing off his elegant manner of walking. That lady is asking if she may say a few words more. Well, ask her in. Ah, Montsheer, how many tears we have to see shed. If only we could dry them all. One does all that lies within one's power. The lady entered. I forgot to ask you that he should not be allowed to give up the daughter because he is ready. But I have already told you that I should do all I can. Baron, for the love of God, you will save the mother? She seized his hand and began kissing it. Everything shall be done. When the lady went out, Necladov also began to take leave. We shall do what we can. I shall speak about it at the Ministry of Justice. And when we get their answer, we shall do what we can. Necladov left the study and went into the office again. Just as in the Senate office he saw in a splendid apartment a number of very elegant officials clean, polite, severely correct and distinguished in dress and in speech how many there are of them, how very many and how well fed they all look and what clean shirts and hands they all have and how well all their boots have polished. Who does it for them? How comfortable they all are as compared not only with the prisoners but even with the peasants. These thoughts, again, involuntarily came to Necladov's mind. End of Book 2, Chapter 18 Book 2, Chapter 19 of Resurrection This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Philip Griffiths Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy Translated by Louise Mould Book 2, Chapter 19 An Old General of Repute The man on whom depended the easing of the fate of the Petersburg prisoners was an Old General of Repute, a baron of German descent, who, as it were said of him, had outlived his wits. He had received a profusion of orders but only wore one of them, the Order of the White Cross. He had received this order, which he greatly valued, while serving in the Caucasus, because a number of Russian peasants with their hair cropped and dressed in uniform and armed with guns and bayonets had killed, at his command, more than a thousand men who were defending their liberty, and their families. Later on he served in Poland and there also made Russian peasants commit many different crimes and got more orders and decorations for his uniform. Then he served somewhere else and now that he was a weak old man he had this position which ensured him a good house, an income and respect. He strictly observed all the regulations which were prescribed from above and was very zealous in the fulfilment of these regulations, to which he ascribed a special importance, considering that everything else in the world might be changed, except the regulations prescribed from above. His duty was to keep political prisoners, men and women in solitary confinement in such a way that half of them perished in ten years time, some going out of their minds, some dying of consumption, some committing suicide by starving themselves to death, cutting their veins with bits of glass, hanging or burning themselves to death. The old general was not ignorant of this, it all happened within his knowledge, but these cases no more touched his conscience than accidents brought on by thunderstorms, floods, etc. These cases occurred as a consequence of the fulfilment of regulations prescribed from above by his Imperial Majesty. These regulations had to be carried out without fail and therefore it was absolutely useless to think of the consequences of their fulfilment. The old general did not even allow himself to think of such things, counting it his patriotic duty as a soldier not to think of them, for fear of getting weak in the carrying out of these, according to his opinion, very important obligations. Once a week the old general made the round of the cells one of the duties of his position and asked the prisoners if they had any requests to make. The prisoners had all sorts of requests. He listened to them quietly in impenetrable silence and never fulfilled any of their requests, because they were all in discord with the regulations. Just as Necladov drove up to the old general's house the high notes of the bells on the bell-free clock chimed the Lord and then struck two. The sound of these chimes brought back to Necladov's mind what he had read in the notes of the Decemberists. The Decemberists were a group who attempted, but failed, to put an end to absolutism in Russia at the time of the accession of Nicholas I. About the way this sweet music repeated every hour, re-echoes in the hearts of those imprisoned for life. While the old general was sitting in his darkened drawing-room at an inlaid table turning a saucer on a piece of paper with the aid of a young artist, the brother of one of his subordinates. The thin, weak, moist fingers of the artist were pressed against the wrinkled and stiff-jointed fingers of the old general and the hands joined in this manner were moving together with the saucer over a paper that had all the letters of the alphabet written on it. The saucer was answering the questions put by the general as to how souls will recognize each other after death. When Neclydov sent in his card by an orderly acting as footmen, the soul of Joan of Arc was speaking by the aid of the saucer. The soul of Joan of Arc had already spelt, letter by letter, the words, they well knew each other, and these words had been written down. When the orderly came in the saucer had stopped first on B, then on Y and began jerking hither and thither. This jerking was caused by the general's opinion that the next letter should be B, i.e. Joan of Arc ought to say that the souls will know each other by being cleansed of all that is earthly or something of the kind, clashing with the opinion of the artist who thought the next letter should be L, i.e. that the soul should know each other by light emanating from their astral bodies. The general, with his bushy grey eyebrows, gravely contracted sat gazing at the hands on the saucer and imagining that it was moving of its own accord kept pulling the saucer towards B. The pale-faced young artist with his thin hair combed back behind his ears was looking with his lifeless blue eyes into a dark corner of the drawing room nervously moving his lips and pulling the saucer towards L. The general made a rye face at the interruption but after a moment's pause he took the card, put on his pants' knee and uttering a groan, rose in spite of the pain in his back to his full height rubbing his numb fingers. Ask him into the study. With your excellence's permission I will finish it alone, said the artist rising. I feel the presence. All right, finish alone, the general said, severely and decidedly and stepped quickly with big, firm and measured strides into his study. Very pleased to see you, said the general to Necladov, uttering the friendly words in a gruff tone and pointing to an armchair by the side of the writing table. Have you been in Petersburg long? Necladov replied that he the only lately arrived. Is the princess your mother well?  Forgive me, I am very sorry.  The general's son was making the same kind of career for himself that the father had done and having passed the military academy was now serving in the inquiry office and was very proud of his duties there. His occupation was the management of government spies. Why, I served with your father. We were friends, comrades and you. Are you also in the service? No, I am not. The general bent his head disapprovingly. I have a request to make, general. Very pleased. In what way can I be of service to you? If my request is out of place pray pardon me, but I am obliged to make it. What is it? There is a certain Gorkovich imprisoned in the fortress. His mother asks for an interview with him, or at least to be allowed to send him some books. The general expressed neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction at Necladov's request. But bending his head on one side he closed his eyes as if considering. In reality he was not considering anything and was not even interested in Necladov's questions well knowing that he would answer them according to the law. He was simply resting mentally and not thinking at all. You see, he said at last this does not depend on me. There is a regulation confirmed by his majesty confirming interviews and as to books we have a library and they may have what is permitted. Yes, but he wants scientific books. He wishes to study. Don't you believe it? growled the general. It's not study he wants. It is just only restlessness. But what is to be done? They must occupy their time somehow in their hard condition said Necladov. They are always complaining said the general. We know them. He spoke of them in a general way as if they were all especially bad race of men. They have conveniences here which can be found in few places of confinement said the general and he began to enumerate the comforts the prisoners enjoyed as if the aim of the institution was to give the people in prison there a comfortable home. It is true it used to be rather rough but now they are very well kept here he continued. They have three courses for dinner and one of them meat, cutlets or risoles and on Sundays they get a fourth a sweet dish God grant every Russian mate as well as they do. Like all old people the general having once got on to a familiar topic enumerated the various proofs he had often given before of the prisoners being exacting they get books on spiritual subjects and old journals we have a library only they rarely read at first they seem interested later on the new books remain uncut and the old ones with their leaves unturned we tried them said the old general with a dim likeness of a smile we put bits of paper in on purpose which remained just as they had been placed writing is also not forbidden he continued a slate is provided and a slate pencil so that they can write as a pastime they can wipe the slate and write again but they don't write either oh they very soon get quite tranquil at first they seem restless but later on they even grow fat and become very quiet thus spoke the general never suspecting the terrible meaning of his words nekladov listened to the horse old voice looked at the stiff limbs the swollen eyelids under the grey brows at the old clean-shaved flabby jaw supported by the collar of the military uniform at the white cross that this man was so proud of chiefly because he had gained it by exceptionally cruel and extensive slaughter and knew that it was useless to reply to the old man or to explain the meaning of his own words to him he made another effort and asked about the prisoner Shostova for whose release as he had been informed that morning orders were given Shostova I cannot remember all their names there are so many of them as if reproaching them because there were so many he rang the secretary to be called while waiting for the latter he began persuading nekladov to serve saying that honest nobleman counting himself among the number were particularly needed by the Tsar and the country he added, evidently only to round off his sentence I am old yet I am serving still as well as my strength allows the secretary, a dry, emaciated man with restless, intelligent eyes came in and reported that Shostova was imprisoned in some queer fortified place and that he had received no orders concerning her when we get the order we shall let her out the same day we do not keep them we do not value their visits much said the general with another attempt at the playful smile which only distorted his old face nekladov rose trying to keep from expressing the mixed feelings of repugnance and pity which he felt towards this terrible old man the old man, on his part considered that he should not be too severe on the thoughtless and evidently misguided son of his old comrade and should not leave him without advice goodbye, my dear fellow do not take it amiss it is my affection that makes me say it do not keep company with such people as we have at our place here there are no innocent ones among them all these people are most immoral we know them, he said in a tone that omitted no possibility of doubt and he did not doubt not because the thing was so but because if it was not so he would have to admit himself to be not a noble hero living out the last days of a good life but a scoundrel who sold and still continued in his old age to sell his conscience best of all go and serve he continued the czar needs honest men and the country, he added well, supposing I and the others refuse to serve as you are doing who would be left here we are finding fault with the order of things and yet not wishing to help the government with a deep sigh Nekladov made a low bow shook the large bony hand condescendingly stretched out to him and left the room the general shook his head reprovingly and rubbing his back he again went into the drawing room where the artist was waiting for him he had already written down the answer given by the soul of Joan of Arc the general put on his pants and read we'll know one another by light emanating from their astral bodies ah said the general with approval and closed his eyes but how is one to know if the light of all is alike he asked and again crossed fingers with the artist on the saucer the asvoshchik drove Nekladov out of the gate it is dull here sir he said turning to Nekladov I almost wished to drive off without waiting for you Nekladov agreed yes it is dull and he took a deep breath and looked up with a sense of relief at the grey clouds that were floating in the sky and at the glistening ripples made by the boats and steamers on the neva end of book 2 chapter 19 book 2 chapter 20 of resurrection this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Philip Griffiths resurrection by Leo Tolstoy translated by Louise Mould book 2 chapter 20 the next day Maslova's case was to be examined at the senate and Nekladov and the advocate met at the majestic portal of the building where several carriages were waiting ascending the magnificent and imposing staircase to the first floor the advocate who knew all the ins and outs of the place turned to the left and entered through a door which had the date of the introduction of the code of laws above it taking off his overcoat in the first narrow room he found out from the attendant that the senators had all arrived and that the last had just come in Fannarin in his swallowtail coat a white tie above the white shirt front and a self-confident smile on his lips passed into the next room in this room there were to the right a large cupboard and a table and to the left a winding staircase which an elegant official in uniform was descending with a portfolio under his arm in this room an old man with long white hair and a patriarchal appearance attracted everyone's attention he wore a short coat and grey trousers two attendants stood respectfully beside him the old man with white hair entered the cupboard and shut himself in Fannarin noticed a fellow advocate dressed in the same way as himself with a white tie and dress coat and at once entered into an animated conversation with him Nekladov was meanwhile examining the people in the room the public consisted of about fifteen persons of whom two were ladies a young one with a pants nae and an old grey haired one a case of libel was to be heard that day and therefore the public were more numerous than usual chiefly persons belonging to the journalistic world the usher a red cheeked handsome man in a fine uniform came up to Fannarin and asked him what his business was when he heard that it was the case of Maslova he noted something down and walked away then the cupboard door opened and the old man with the patriarchal appearance stepped out no longer in a short coat but in a gold trimmed attire which made him look like a bird and with metal plates on his breast this funny costume seemed to make the old man himself feel uncomfortable and walking faster than his want he hurried out of the door opposite the entrance that is Bey a most estimable man Fannarin said to Nekladov and then having introduced him to his colleague he explained the case that was about to be heard which he considered very interesting the hearing of the case soon commenced and Nekladov with the public entered the left side of the senate chamber they all including Fannarin took their places behind a grating only the Petersburg advocates went up to a desk in front of the grating the senate chamber was not so big as the criminal court and was more simply furnished only the table in front of the senators was covered with crimson gold trimmed velvet instead of green cloth but the attributes of all places of judgment i.e. the mirror of justice the icon, the emblem of hypocrisy and the emperor's portrait the emblem of civility were there the usher announced in the same solemn manner the court is coming everyone rose in the same way and the senators entered in their uniforms and sat down on high back chairs and lent on the table trying to appear natural just in the same way as the judges in the court of law there were four senators present Nikitin who took the chair a clean shaved man with a narrow face and steely eyes Wolf would significantly compress the lips and little white hands with which he kept turning over the pages of the business papers Skovorodnikov a heavy, fat, pockmarked man the learned lawyer and Bay the patriarchal looking man who had arrived last with the advocates entered the chief secretary and public prosecutor a lean, clean-shaven young man of medium height a very dark complexion and sad black eyes Nekladov knew him at once in spite of his curious uniform and the fact that he had not seen him for six years he had been one of his best friends in Nekladov's student days the public prosecutor Selenin Nekladov asked turning to the advocate yes, why? I know him well he is a fine fellow and a good public prosecutor business like now he is the man you should have interested he will act according to his conscience in any case, said Nekladov recalling the intimate relations and friendship between himself and Selenin and the attractive qualities of the latter purity honesty and good breeding in its best sense yes, there is no time now whispered Vanirin who was listening to the report of the case that had commenced the court of justice was accused of having left a decision of the court of law unaltered Nekladov listened and tried to make out the meaning of what was going on but, just as in the criminal court his chief difficulty was that not the evidently chief point but some side issues were being discussed the case was that of a newspaper which had published the account of a swindle arranged by a director of a limited liability company it seemed that the only important question was whether the director of the company really abused his trust and how to stop him from doing it but the questions under consideration were whether the editor had a right to publish this article of his contributor and what he had been guilty of in publishing it slander or libel and in what way slander included libel or libel included slander and something rather incomprehensible to ordinary people about all sorts of statutes and resolutions passed by some general department the only thing clear to Nekladov was that in spite of what Wolf had so strenuously insisted on the day before i.e. that the senate could not try a case on its merits in this case he was evidently strongly in favour of repealing the decision of the court of justice and that Selenin in spite of his characteristic reticence stated the opposite opinion with quite unexpected warmth the warmth which surprised Nekladov evinced by the usually self-controlled Selenin was due to his knowledge of the director's shabbiness in money matters and the fact which had accidentally made his ears that Wolf had been to a swell dinner party at the swindler's house only a few days before now that Wolf spoke on the case guardedly enough but with evident bias Selenin became excited and expressed his opinion with too much nervous irritation for an ordinary business transaction it was clear that Selenin's speech had offended Wolf he grew red, moved in his chair made silent gestures of surprise and at last rose with a very dignified and injured look together with the other senators and went out into the debating room what particular case have you come about? the usher asked again addressing Fannerin I have already told you Maslova's case yes quite so it is to be heard today but but what the advocate asked well you see this case was to be examined without taking sides so that the senators will hardly come out again after passing the resolution but I will inform them what do you mean? I'll inform them I'll inform them and the usher again put something down on his paper the senators really meant to pronounce their decision concerning the libel case and then to finish the other business Maslova's case among it over their tea and cigarettes without leaving the debating room end of book 2 chapter 20 book 2 chapter 21 of Resurrection this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Philip Griffiths Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy translated by Louise Maud book 2 chapter 21 the appeal dismissed as soon as the senators were seated round the table in the debating room Wolf began to bring forward with great animation all the motives in favour of repeal the chairman an ill-natured man at best was in a particularly bad humour that day his thoughts were concentrated on the words he had written down in his memoranda on the occasion when not he but Viglinoff was appointed to the important post he had long coveted it was the chairman Nicotin's honest conviction that his opinions of the officials of the two upper classes with which he was in connection would furnish valuable material for the historians he had written the chapter the day before in which the officials of the upper classes got it hot for preventing him as he expressed it from averting the ruin towards which the present rulers of Russia were driving it which simply meant that they had prevented his getting a better salary and now he was considering what a new light to posterity this chapter would shed on events yes certainly he said in reply to the words addressed to him by Wolf without listening to them Bay was listening to Wolf with a sad face and drawing a garland on the paper that lay before him Bay was a liberal of the very first water he held sacred the liberal traditions of the sixth decade of this century and if he ever overstepped the limits of strict neutrality it was always in the direction of liberalism so in this case beside the fact that the swindling director who was prosecuting for libel was a bad lot the prosecution of a journalist for libel in itself tending as it did to restrict the freedom of the press inclined Bay to reject the appeal when Wolf concluded his arguments Bay stopped drawing his garland and began in a sad and gentle voice he was sad because he was obliged to demonstrate such truisms concisely, simply and convincingly to show how unfounded the accusation was in bending his white head he continued drawing his garland Skovorodnikov who sat opposite Wolf and with his fat fingers kept shoving his beard and mustaches into his mouth stopped chewing his beard as soon as Bay was silent and said with a loud grating voice that notwithstanding the fact of the director being a terrible scoundrel he would have been for the repeal of the sentence if there were any legal reasons for it because there were none he was of Bay's opinion he was glad to put this spoke in Wolf's wheel the chairman agreed with Skovorodnikov and the appeal was rejected Wolf was dissatisfied especially because it was like being caught acting with dishonest partiality so he pretended to be indifferent and unfolding the document which contained Maslova's case he became engrossed in it meanwhile the senators rang and ordered tea and began talking about the event that together with the duel was occupying the Petersburgers it was the case of the chief of a government department who was accused of the crime provided for in statute 995 what nastiness at Bay would disgust why? where is the harm of it? I can show you a Russian book containing the project of a German writer who proposes that it should not be considered a crime said Skovorodnikov drawing in greedily the fumes of the crumpled cigarette which he held between his fingers close to the palm and he laughed boisterously impossible said Bay I shall show it to you given the full title of the book and even its date and the name of its editor I hear he has been appointed governor to some town in Siberia that's fine the Archdeacon will meet him with a crucifix they ought to appoint an Archdeacon of the same sort said Skovorodnikov I could recommend them one and he threw the end of his cigarette into his saucer and again shoved as much of his beard and moustaches as he could into his mouth and began chewing them the usher came in and reported the advocates and Nekladov's desire to be present at the examination of Maslerov's case this case Wolf said is quite romantic and he told them what he knew about Nekladov's relations with Maslova when they had spoken a little about it and finished their tea and cigarettes the senators returned into the senate chamber and proclaimed their decision in the libel case and began to hear Maslova's case Wolf in his thin voice reported Maslova's appeal very fully but again not without some bias and an evident wish for the repeal of the sentence have you anything to add the chairman said turning to Fannerin Fannerin rose and standing with his broad wide chest expanded proved point by point with wonderful exactness and persuasiveness how the court had in six points strayed from the exact meaning of the law and besides this he touched though briefly on the merits of the case and on the crying injustice of the sentence the tone of his speech was one of apology to the senators who with their penetration and judicial wisdom could not help seeing and understanding it all better than he could he was obliged to speak only because the duty he had undertaken forced him to do so after Fannerin's speech one might have thought there could not remain the least doubt that the senate ought to repeal the court when he had finished his speech Fannerin looked round with a smile of triumph seeing which Nettledolf felt certain that the case was won but when he looked at the senators he saw that Fannerin smiled and triumphed all alone the senators and the public prosecutor did not smile nor triumph but looked like people wearied and who were thinking we have often heard the like of you it is all in vain only too glad when he stopped and ceased uselessly detaining them there immediately after the end of the advocate's speech the chairman turned to the public prosecutor Fannerin briefly and clearly expressed himself in favour of leaving the decision of the court unaltered as he considered all the reasons for appealing inadequate after this the senators went out into the debating room they were divided in their opinions Wolf was in favour of altering the decision Bay when he had understood the case took up the same side with Fannerin vividly presenting the scene at the court to his companions as he clearly sought himself Nikitin who was always on the side of severity and formality took up the other side all depended on Skovrodnikov's vote and he voted for rejecting the appeal because Nettledolf's determination to marry the woman on moral grounds was extremely repugnant to him Skovrodnikov was a materialist a Darwinian and counted every manifestation of abstract morality or worse still religion not only as a despicable folly but as a personal affront to himself all this bothered about a prostitute and the presence of a celebrated advocate and Nettledolf in the senate was his degree repugnant to him so he shoved his beard into his mouth and made faces and very skillfully pretended to know nothing of this case accepting that the reasons for an appeal were insufficient and that he therefore agreed with the chairman to leave the decision of the court unaltered so the sentence remained unrepealed of resurrection this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Philip Griffiths Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy translated by Louise Maud Chapter 22 an old friend terrible, said Nettledolf as he went out into the waiting room with the advocate who was arranging the papers in his portfolio in a matter which is perfectly clear they attach all the importance to the form and reject the appeal terrible the case was spoiled in the criminal court said the advocate and Salon in two was in favour of the rejection terrible, terrible repeated what is to be done now we will appeal to his majesty and you can hand in the petition yourself while you are there I will write it for you at this moment little wolf with his stars and uniform came out into the waiting room and approached Nettledolf it could not be helped dear prince the reasons for an appeal were not sufficient he said shrugging his narrow shoulders with his eyes and then he went his way after wolf Salon in came out too having heard from the senators that his old friend Nettledolf was there well I never expected to see you here he said coming up to Nettledolf and smiling only with his lips while his eyes remained sad I did not know you were in Petersburg and I did not know you were a public prosecutor in chief how is it you are in the senate I had heard by the way that you are in Petersburg but what are you doing here here I am here because I hope to find justice and save a woman what woman the one whose case has just been decided oh Maslova's case said Salon in suddenly remembering it the appeal had no grounds whatever it is not the appeal it's the woman who is innocent and is being punished Salon inside that may well be but no maybe but is how do you know because I was on the jury I know how we made the mistake Salon in became thoughtful you should have made a statement at the time he said I did make the statement it should have been put down in official report if this had been added to the petition for the appeal yes but still as it is the verdict is evidently absurd the senate has no right to say so if the senate took upon itself to repeal the decision of the law courts according to its own views as to the justice of the decisions in themselves the verdict of the jury would lose all its meaning not to mention that the senate would have no basis to go upon and would run the risk of infringing justice rather than upholding it said Salon in calling to mind the case that had just been heard all I know is that this woman is quite innocent and that the last hope of saving her from an unmerited punishment is gone the grossest injustice has been confirmed by the highest court it has not been confirmed the senate did not and cannot enter into the merits of the case in itself said Salon in always busy and rarely going out into society he had evidently heard nothing of Nekladov's romance Nekladov noticed it and made up his mind that it was best to say nothing about his special relations with Maslova you are probably staying with your aunt Salon in remarked apparently wishing to change the subject she told me you were here yesterday and she invited me to meet you in the evening when some foreign preacher was to lecture and Salon in again smiled only with his lips yes I was there but left in disgust said Nekladov angrily vexed that Salon in had changed the subject why would disgust after all it is a manifestation of religious feeling they are one sided and sectarian said Salon in why it is only some kind of whimsical folly oh dear no the curious thing is that we know the teaching of our church so little that we see some new kind of revelation in what are after all our own fundamental dogmas said Salon in as if hurrying to let his old friend know his new views Nekladov looked at Salon in scrutinizingly and with surprise and Salon in dropped his eyes in which appeared an expression not only of sadness but also of ill will do you then believe in the dogmas of the church Nekladov asked of course I do Gazing straight into Nekladov's eyes with a lifeless look Nekladov sighed it is strange she said however we shall have a talk some other time I am coming he added in answer to the Asher who had respectfully approached him yes we must meet again he went on with sigh but will it be possible for me to find you you will always find me in at seven o'clock my address is Nadezhdin Skyar and he gave the number ah time does not stand still and he turned to go smiling only with his lips I will come if I can said Nekladov feeling that a man once near and dear to him had by this brief conversation suddenly become strange distant and incomprehensible if not hostile to him End of book 2 chapter 22