man and, above all, unfamiliar with our goals, you are mistaken. You see, my dearest Pyotr Stepanovich, you call us officials of the government? Right. Independent officials? Right. But, may I ask, how do we act? The responsibility is on us, and as a result we serve the common cause the same as you do. We merely hold together that which you are shaking apart, and which without us would go sprawling in all directions. We're not your enemies, by no means. We say to you: go forward, progress, even shake—all that's old, that is, and has to be remade—but when need be, we will keep you within necessary limits, and save you from yourselves, for without us you will only set Russia tottering, depriving her of a decent appearance, while our task consists precisely in maintaining her decent appearance. Realize that you and we are mutually necessary to each other. In England, the Whigs and Tories are also mutually necessary to each other. So, then, we are the Tories and you are the Whigs, that's precisely how I see it.'
Andrei Antonovich even waxed enthusiastic. Ever since Petersburg, he had enjoyed talking intelligently and liberally, and here, furthermore, no one was eavesdropping. Pyotr Stepanovich was silent and bore himself somehow with unusual gravity. This egged the orator on even more.
'Do you know that I, the 'master of the province,’” he went on, pacing the study, 'do you know that I, owing to the multitude of my duties, am unable to fulfill even one of them, and, on the other hand, it would be just as correct to say that there is nothing for me to do here. The whole secret is that here everything depends on the views of the government. Suppose the government even establishes a republic, say, out of politics, or to restrain passions, and on the other hand, parallel with that, suppose it strengthens the power of the governors—then we governors will swallow up the republic; not just the republic, we'll swallow up whatever you like, I at least feel I am ready ... In short, if the government sends me a telegram declaring
'You need two,' said Pyotr Stepanovich.
'Why two?' von Lembke stopped in front of him.
'I don't think one will be enough to earn you respect. You surely need two.'
Andrei Antonovich made a wry face.
'You... you allow yourself God knows what, Pyotr Stepanovich. You take advantage of my kindness to make caustic remarks and play some sort of
'Well, that's as you like,' Pyotr Stepanovich muttered, 'but all the same you're paving the way for us and preparing our success.'
'That is, which 'us' and what success?' von Lembke stared at him in surprise, but received no answer.
Yulia Mikhailovna, after hearing a report of the conversation, was very displeased.
'But, really,' von Lembke defended himself, 'I cannot behave as a superior towards your favorite, especially when we're in private ... I might have let something slip... from the goodness of my heart.'
'From all too much goodness. I didn't know you had a collection of tracts, kindly show it to me.'
'But... but he asked to take it for a day.'
'And once again you gave it!' Yulia Mikhailovna became angry. 'What tactlessness!'
'I'll send someone now to take it back from him.'
'He won't give it back.'
'I'll insist!' von Lembke boiled over, and even jumped up from his place. 'Who is he to be so feared, and who am I not to dare to do anything?'
'Sit down and calm yourself,' Yulia Mikhailovna interrupted. 'I will answer your first question: he came to me with excellent recommendations, he has abilities, and occasionally says extremely intelligent things. Karmazinov assured me that he has connections almost everywhere and is extremely influential with the youth of the capital. And if through him I can attract them and gather them all around me, I can divert them from ruin by showing a new path for their ambition. He is devoted to me with his whole heart and heeds me in everything.'
'But while we're indulging them, they can do ... devil knows what. Of course, it's an idea...' von Lembke vaguely defended himself, 'but. . . but now I hear that some tracts have appeared in the ——--- district.'
'But we heard that rumor already in the summer—tracts, false banknotes, and whatnot—yet nothing has been brought in. Who told you?'
'I heard it from von Blum.'
'Ah, spare me your Blum, and do not dare to mention him again!'
Yulia Mikhailovna boiled over and for about a minute was even unable to speak. Von Blum was an official from the governor's office whom she especially hated. Of that later.
'Please don't worry about Verkhovensky,' she concluded the conversation. 'If he had participated in any mischief, he wouldn't talk the way he does with you and with everyone here. Phrase-mongers are not dangerous, and I would even say that if something were to happen,I would be the first to learn of it through him. He is fanatically, fanatically devoted to me.'
I will note, anticipating events, that had it not been for Yulia Mikhailovna's self-importance and ambition, perhaps none of the things these bad little people managed to do here would have taken place. Much of it is her responsibility!