How frightened the Officials were on the way, how seasick they were during the storms, how they scolded the coarse Muzhik for his idleness, can neither be told nor described.  The Muzhik, however, just kept rowing on and fed his Officials on herring.  At last, they caught sight of dear old Mother Neva.  Soon they were in the glorious Catherine Canal, and then, oh joy! they struck the grand Podyacheskaya Street.  When the cooks saw their Officials so well-fed, round and so happy, they rejoiced immensely.  The Officials drank coffee and rolls, then put on their uniforms and drove to the Pension Bureau.  How much money they collected there is another thing that can neither be told nor described.  Nor was the Muzhik forgotten.  The Officials sent a glass of whiskey out to him and five kopeks.  Now, Muzhik, rejoice.

THE SHADES, A PHANTASY

BY VLADIMIR G. KORLENKO

I

A month and two days had elapsed since the judges, amid the loud acclaim of the Athenian people, had pronounced the death sentence against the philosopher Socrates because he had sought to destroy faith in the gods.  What the gadfly is to the horse Socrates was to Athens.  The gadfly stings the horse in order to prevent it from dozing off and to keep it moving briskly on its course.  The philosopher said to the people of Athens: 

“I am your gadfly.  My sting pricks your conscience and arouses you when you are caught napping.  Sleep not, sleep not, people of Athens; awake and seek the truth!”

The people arose in their exasperation and cruelly demanded to be rid of their gadfly.

“Perchance both of his accusers, Meletus and Anytus, are wrong,” said the citizens, on leaving the court after sentence had been pronounced.

“But after all whither do his doctrines tend?  What would he do?  He has wrought confusion, he overthrows, beliefs that have existed since the beginning, he speaks of new virtues which must be recognised and sought for, he speaks of a Divinity hitherto unknown to us.  The blasphemer, he deems himself wiser than the gods!  No, ’twere better we remain true to the old gods whom we know.  They may not always be just, sometimes they may flare up in unjust wrath, and they may also be seized with a wanton lust for the wives of mortals; but did not our ancestors live with them in the peace of their souls, did not our forefathers accomplish their heroic deeds with the help of these very gods?  And now the faces of the Olympians have paled and the old virtue is out of joint.  What does it all lead to?  Should not an end be put to this impious wisdom once for all?”