Chapter X

Pestsov liked thrashing an argument out to
the end, and was not satisfied with Sergey Ivanovitch’s words,
especially as he felt the injustice of his view.
“I did not mean,” he said over the soup, addressing
Alexey Alexandrovitch, “mere density of population alone, but in
conjunction with fundamental ideas, and not by means of
principles.”
“It seems to me,” Alexey Alexandrovitch said
languidly, and with no haste, “that that’s the same thing. In my
opinion, influence over another people is only possible to the
people which has the higher development, which . . .”
“But that’s just the question,” Pestsov broke in in
his bass.
He was always in a hurry to speak, and seemed
always to put his whole soul into what he was saying. “In what are
we to make higher development consist? The English, the French, the
Germans, which is at the highest stage of development? Which of
them will nationalize the other? We see the Rhine provinces have
been turned French, but the Germans are not at a lower stage!” he
shouted. “There is another law at work there.”
“I fancy that the greater influence is always on
the side of true civilization,” said Alexey Alexandrovitch,
slightly lifting his eyebrows.
“But what are we to lay down as the outward signs
of true civilization ?” said Pestsov.
“I imagine such signs are generally very well
known,” said Alexey Alexandrovitch.
“But are they fully known?” Sergey Ivanovitch put
in with a subtle smile. “It is the accepted view now that real
culture must be purely classical ; but we see most intense disputes
on each side of the question, and there is no denying that the
opposite camp has strong points in its favor.”
“You are for classics, Sergey Ivanovitch. Will you
take red wine?” said Stepan Arkadyevitch.
“I am not expressing my own opinion of either form
of culture,” Sergey Ivanovitch said, holding out his glass with a
smile of condescension, as to a child. “I only say that both sides
have strong arguments to support them,” he went on, addressing
Alexey Alexandrovitch. “My sympathies are classical from education,
but in this discussion I am personally unable to arrive at a
conclusion. I see no distinct grounds for classical studies being
given a preeminence over scientific studies.”
“The natural sciences have just as great an
educational value,” put in Pestsov. “Take astronomy, take botany,
or zoology with its system of general principles.”
“I cannot quite agree with that,” responded Alexey
Alexandrovitch. “It seems to me that one must admit that the very
process of studying the forms of language has a peculiarly
favorable influence on intellectual development. Moreover, it
cannot be denied that the influence of the classical authors is in
the highest degree moral, while, unfortunately, with the study of
the natural sciences are associated the false and noxious
doctrines1 which
are the curse of our day.”
Sergey Ivanovitch would have said something, but
Pestsov interrupted him in his rich bass. He began warmly
contesting the justice of this view. Sergey Ivanovitch waited
serenely to speak, obviously with a convincing reply ready.
“But,” said Sergey Ivanovitch, smiling subtly, and
addressing Karenin, “one must allow that to weigh all the
advantages and disadvantages of classical and scientific studies is
a difficult task, and the question which form of education was to
be preferred would not have been so quickly and conclusively
decided if there had not been in favor of classical education, as
you expressed it just now, its moral—disons le motbg—anti-nihilist
influence.”2
“Undoubtedly.”
“If it had not been for the distinctive property of
anti-nihilistic influence on the side of classical studies, we
should have considered the subject more, have weighed the arguments
on both sides,” said Sergey Ivanovitch with a subtle smile, “we
should have given elbow-room to both tendencies. But now we know
that these little pills of classical learning possess the medicinal
property of anti-nihilism, and we boldly prescribe them to our
patients.... But what if they had no such medicinal property?” he
wound up humorously.
At Sergey Ivanovitch’s little pills, every one
laughed; Turovtsin in especial roared loudly and jovially, glad at
last to have found something to laugh at, all he ever looked for in
listening to conversation.
Stepan Arkadyevitch had not made a mistake in
inviting Pestsov. With Pestsov intellectual conversation never
flagged for an instant. Directly Sergey Ivanovitch had concluded
the conversation with his jest, Pestsov promptly started a new
one.
“I can’t agree even,” said he, “that the government
had that aim. The government obviously is guided by abstract
considerations, and remains indifferent to the influence its
measures may exercise. The education of women, for instance, would
naturally be regarded as likely to be harmful, but the government
opens schools and universities for women.”
And the conversation at once passed to the new
subject of the education of women.
Alexey Alexandrovitch expressed the idea that the
education of women is apt to be confounded with the emancipation of
women, and that it is only so that it can be considered
dangerous.
“I consider, on the contrary, that the two
questions are inseparably connected together,” said Pestsov; “it is
a vicious circle. Woman is deprived of rights from lack of
education, and the lack of education results from the absence of
rights. We must not forget that the subjection of women is so
complete, and dates from such ages back that we are often unwilling
to recognize the gulf that separates them from us,” said he.
“You said rights,” said Sergey Ivanovitch, waiting
till Pestsov had finished, “meaning the right of sitting on juries,
of voting, of presiding at official meetings, the right of entering
the civil service, of sitting in parliament ...”
“Undoubtedly.”
“But if women, as a rare exception, can occupy such
positions, it seems to me you are wrong in using the expression
‘rights.’ It would be more correct to say duties. Every man will
agree that in doing the duty of a juryman, a witness, a telegraph
clerk, we feel we are performing duties. And therefore it would be
correct to say that women are seeking duties, and quite
legitimately. And one can but sympathize with this desire to assist
in the general labor of man.”
“Quite so,” Alexey Alexandrovitch assented. “The
question, I imagine, is simply whether they are fitted for such
duties.”
“They will most likely be perfectly fitted,” said
Stepan Arkadyevitch, “when education has become general among them.
We see this . . .”
“How about the proverb?” said the prince, who had a
long while been intent on the conversation, his little comical eyes
twinkling. “I can say it before my daughter: her hair is long,
because her wit is . . .”
“Just what they thought of the negroes before their
emancipation!” said Pestsov angrily.
“What seems strange to me is that women should seek
fresh duties,” said Sergey Ivanovitch, “while we see, unhappily,
that men usually try to avoid them.”
“Duties are bound up with rights—power, money,
honor; those are what women are seeking,” said Pestsov.
“Just as though I should seek the right to be a
wet-nurse and feel injured because women are paid for the work,
while no one will take me,” said the old prince.
Turovtsin exploded in a loud roar of laughter and
Sergey Ivanovitch regretted that he had not made this comparison.
Even Alexey Alexandrovitch smiled.
“Yes, but a man can’t nurse a baby,” said Pestsov,
“while a woman...”
“No, there was an Englishman who did suckle his
baby on board ship,” said the old prince, feeling this freedom in
conversation permissible before his own daughters.
“There are as many such Englishmen as there would
be women officials,” said Sergey Ivanovitch.
“Yes, but what is a girl to do who has no family?”
put in Stepan Arkadyevitch, thinking of Masha Tchibisova, whom he
had had in his mind all along, in sympathizing with Pestsov and
supporting him.
“If the story of such a girl were thoroughly
sifted, you would find she had abandoned a family—her own or a
sister’s, where she might have found a woman’s duties,” Darya
Alexandrovna broke in unexpectedly in a tone of exasperation,
probably suspecting what sort of girl Stepan Arkadyevitch was
thinking of.
“But we take our stand on principle as the ideal,”
replied Pestsov in his mellow bass. “Woman desires to have rights,
to be independent, educated. She is oppressed, humiliated by the
consciousness of her disabilities.”
“And I’m oppressed and humiliated that they won’t
engage me at the Foundling,” the old prince said again, to the huge
delight of Turovtsin, who in his mirth dropped his asparagus with
the thick end in the sauce.