“And the shouting and screaming rose and rose like a flood.  Once Rodziancko came in and began shouting, ‘Tovaristchi!  Tovaristchi!...’ but his voice soon gave away, and he went back into the Salle Catherine again.  The Socialists had it their way.  There were so many, and their voices were so fresh and the soldiers liked to listen to them.  ’Land for everybody!’ they shouted.  ‘And Bread and Peace!  Hurrah!  Hurrah!’ cried the soldiers.

“‘That’s all very well,’ said a huge man near me.  ’But Nicholas is coming, and to-morrow he will eat us all up!’

“But no one seemed to care.  They were all mad, and I was mad too.  It was the drunkenness of dust.  It got in our heads and our brains.  We all shouted.  I began to shout too, although I didn’t know what it was that I was shouting.

“A grimy soldier caught me round the neck and kissed me.  ’Land for everybody!’ he cried.  ‘Have some tea, Tovaristch!’ and I shared his tea with him.

“Then through the dust and noise I suddenly saw Boris Grogoff!  That was an astonishing thing.  You see I had dissociated all this from my private life.  I had even, during these last hours, forgotten Vera, perhaps for the very first moment since I met her.  She had seemed to have no share in this,—­and then suddenly the figure of Boris showed me that one’s private life is always with one, that it is a secret city in which one must always live, and whose gates one will never pass through, whatever may be going on in the world outside.  But Grogoff!  What a change!  You know, I had always patronised him, Ivan Andreievitch.  It had seemed to me that he was only a boy with a boy’s crude ideas.  You know his fresh face with the way that he used to push back his hair from his forehead, and shout his ideas.  He never considered any one’s feelings.  He was a complete egoist, and a man, it seemed to me, of no importance.  But now!  He stood on a bench and had around him a large crowd of soldiers.  He was shouting in just his old way that he used in the English Prospect, but he seemed to have grown in the meantime, into a man.  He did not seem afraid any more.  I saw that he had power over the men to whom he was speaking....  I couldn’t hear what he said, but through the dust and heat he seemed to grow and grow until it was only him whom I saw there.

“‘He will carry off Nina’ was my next thought—­ludicrous there at such a time, in such a crowd, but it is exactly like that that life shifts and shifts until it has formed a pattern.  I was frightened by Grogoff.  I could not believe that the new freedom, the new Russia, the new world would be made by such men.  He waved his arms, he pushed back his hair, the men shouted.  Grogoff was triumphant:  ’The New World... Novaya Jezn, Novaya Jezn!’ (New Life!) I heard him shout.

“The sun before it set flooded the hall with light.  What a scene through the dust!  The red flags, the women and the soldiers and the shouting!