Standing At The Precipice - Endgame - Tundra CD1 (File, Album)

I assure you that humans are hard wired against suicide as are a very large number of species which is why we treat suicidal individuals with psychiatry i. Depth perception actually develops in the first few years of life, but you can be sure that a newborn baby that touches a hot stove will pull its hand away quickly and scream for its momma.

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Still less could his mental physiognomy be defined. He had moments when, to use his own expression, he embraced the whole w rid, so that many people declared that there was no kinder, more amiable man in existence. Others, on the contrary, who came across him at an unfortunate moment, when the yellow patches on his face were most marked, when his lips were drawn in a sinister, nervous quiver, and he returned kindness and sympathy with cold looks and sharp words, were repelled by him and even pursued him with their dislike.

Two or three friends judged otherwise. Even in early childhood while he lived with his aunt, and later, after his school-days had begun, he showed the same enigmatic and contradictory traits. It might be expected that the first effort of a new boy would be to listen to the teacher's questions and the pupils' answers. But Raisky stared at the teacher, as if seeking to impress on his memory the details of his appearance, his speech, how he took snuff ; he looked at his eyebrows, his beard, then at his clothes, at the cornelian seal suspended across his waistcoat, and so en.

Then he would observe each of the other boys and note their peculiarities, or he would study his own person, and wonder what his own iace was like, what the others thought of him.

To the teacher's amazement Boris replied word for word, " And what is the meaning of this? The master repeated his explanation, and again Boris caught the sound of his voice, noticing that sometimes he spoke shortly, staccato — sometimes drawled as if he were singing, and then rapped out his words smartly like nuts.

It was the mathematical master. He went to the blackboard, wrote up the problem, and again began the explanation. Raisky only noticed with what rapidity and certainty he wrote the figures, how the waistcoat with the cornelian seal and then the snuff-spattered shirt front came nearer— nothing, except the solution of the problem, escaped him.

Sometimes the teacher lost patience with him, and generally concluded : "Go back to your place, you are a blockhead. He consumed passionately history, novels and tales ; wherever he could he begged for books. But he did not like facts or theories or anything that drew him from the world of fancy towards the world of reality. In the geography lesson he could not under- 'stand how any boy could answer in class, but once out of class he could talk about foreign countries and cities, or about the sea, to the amazement of his class-mates.

He had not learnt it from the teacher or from a book, but he gave a picture of the place as if he had actually been there. One week he would attach himself to one boy, seek his society, sit with him, read to him, talk to him and give him his confidence. Then, for no reason, he would leave him, enter into close relations with another boy, and then as speedily forget him. If one of his companions annoyed him he became angry with him and pursued hostilities obstinately long after the original cause was forgotten.

Then suddenly he would have a friendly, magnanimous impulse, would carefully arrange a scene of reconcil- iation, which interested everyone, himself most of all.

When he was out of school, everyday life attracted him very little ; he cared neither for its gayer side nor its sterner activities.

If his guardian asked him how the corn should be threshed, the cloth milled THE PRECIPICE 13 or linen bleached, he turned away and went out on to the verandah to look out on the woods, or made his way along the river to the thicket to watch the insects at work, or to observe the birds, to see how they ahghted, how they sharpened their beaks.

He caught a hedgehog and made a playmate of it, went out fishing all day long with the village boys, or listened to the tales about Pugachev told by a half-witted old woman living in a mud hut, greedily drinking in the most singular of the horrible incidents she related, while he looked into the old woman's toothless mouth and into the caverns of her fading eyes.

For hours he would listen with morbid curiosity to the babble of the idiot Feklusha. At home he read in the most desultory way. He deemed the secrets of Eastern magic, Russian tales and folk-lore, skimmed Ossian, Tasso, Homer, or wandered with Cook in strange lands.

If he found nothing to read he lay motionless all day long, as if he were exhausted with hard work ; his fancy carried him beyond Ossian and Homer, beyond the tales of Cook, until fevered with his imaginings he rose tired, exhausted, and unable for a long time to resume normal life.

People called him an idler. He feared this accusation, and wept over it in sercet, though he was convinced that he was no idler, but something different, that no one but himself comprehended. Unfortunately, there was no one to guide him in a definite direction.

On the one hand, his guardian merely saw to it that his masters came at stated times and that Boris did not avoid school ; on the other, his aunt contented herself with seeing that he was in good health, ate and slept well, was decently dressed, and as a well-brought-up boy should, did not consort with every village lout.

Nobody cared to see what he read ; his aunt gave him the keys of his father's library in the old house, where he shut himself in, now to read Spinoza, now a novel, and another day Voltaire or Boccaccio. He made better progress in the arts than in the sciences. Here too he had his tricks. The master surprised him, and seized him by the hair. When he looked closer at the drawing, however, he asked : " Where did you learn to do that?

See yourself what this hurry to get on leads to ; the forehead and nose are good enough, but the ear you have put in the wrong place, and the hair looks like tow. He walked round the school yard proud in the consciousness that he was the best in the drawing class ; this mood lasted to the next day, when he came to grief in the ordinary lessons. But he conceived a passion for drawing, and during the month that followed drew a curly-headed boy, then the head of Fingal, His fancy was caught by a woman's head which hung in the master's room ; it leaned a little towards one shoulder, and looked away into the distance with melancholy, meditative eyes.

Boris was happy. For a whole week his masters did not secure a single intelligent answer from him. He sat silently in his corner and drew. When he had drawn the head his pride knew no bounds. His work was exhibited with the drawings of pupils of the top class, the teacher had made few THE PRECIPICE 15 corrections, had only here and there put broad strokes in the shading, had drawn three or four more decided Hnes, had put a point in each eye — and the eyes were now hke Hfe.

This step forward intoxicated him. He sketched the maids, the coachman, the peasants of the countryside. He was particularly successful with the idiot Feklusha, seated in a cavern with her bust in the shade, and the light on her wild hair ; he had not the patience nor the skill to finish bust, hands and feet.

How could anybody be expected to sit still all the morning, when the sun was shedding its rays so gaily and so generously on stream and meadow? Within three days the picture had faded in his imagination, and new images were thronging his brain. He would like to have drawn a round dance, a drunken old man, the rapid passage of a troika. For two days he was taken up with this picture, which stood before his mind's eye in every detail ; the peasants and the women were finished, but not the waggon with its three fleet horses.

In a week he had forgotten this picture also. He loved music to distraction. At school he had an enduring affection for the dull Vassyvkov, who was the laughing stock of the other boys. A boy would seize Vassyvkov by the ear, crying, " Get out, stupid, blockhead," but Raisky stood by him, because Vassyvkov, inattentive, sleepy, idle, who never did his work even for the universally beloved Russian master, would every afternoon after dinner take his violin, and as he played, forget the school, the masters and the nose-pullings.

His eyes as they gazed into the distance, apparently seeking something strange, enticing, and mysterious, became wild and gloomy, and often filled with tears.

He was no longer Vassyvkov, but another creature. Over his face stole an expression of happiness, of gentleness ; his eyes became darker and seemed to radiate light. In a word he became beautiful. Raisky began to think the thoughts of Vassyvkov, to see what he saw. His surroundings vanished, and boys and benches were lost in a mist. More notes. A world in motion arose. He heard the murmur of running streams, saw ships, men, woods, and drifting clouds ; everywhere was light, motion, and gaiety.

He had the sensation that he himself was growing taller, he caught his breath. The dream continued just so long as the notes were heard. Suddenly he heard a noise, he was awakened with a start, Vassyvkov had ceased to play ; the moving, musical waves vanished, and there were only the boys, benches and tables. Vassyvkov laid aside his violin, and somebody tweaked his ear.

Raisky threw himself in a rage on the offender, struck him — all the while possessed by the magic notes. Every nerve in his body sang. Life, thought, emotion broke in waves in the seething sea of his consciousness. The notes strike a chord of memory. A cloud of recollection hovers before him, shaping the figure of a woman who holds him to her breast. He gropes in his consciousness — it was thus that his mother's arms cradled him, his face pressed to her breast.

He had begun to take lessons from Vassyvkov. For a whole week he had been moving the bow up and down, but its scratching set his teeth on edge. He caught two strings at once, and his hand trembled with weakness. It was clearly no use. When Vassyvkov played his hand seemed to play of itself. Tired of the torment, Raisky begged his guardian to allow him to take piano lessons. I have been intending to ask you for a long time. It is plain that you have not yet considered what faculty you will follow in the University, and to which branch of the service you will devote yourself.

You cannot well go into the army, because you have no great fortune, and yet, for the sake of your family, could hardly serve elsewhere than in the Guards. Boris was silent, and watched through the window how the hens strutted about, how the pigs wallowed in the mire, how the cat was stalking a pigeon. For what future are you preparing yourself?

Who would agree to that? Do you even know what an artist is? These people lead a wild gipsy life, are destitute of money, clothes, shoes, and all the time they dream of wealth. Artists live on this earth like the birds of heaven. I have seen enough of them in St.

Petersburg : bold rascals who meet one another in the evening dressed in fantastic costumes, lie upon divans, smoke pipes, talk about trifles, read poetry, drink brandy and declare that they are artists. Uncombed, unwashed. You are thinking of the past. Now, the Academy produces many famous people. You have heard the bells ring, but do not know in what tower.

Famous people! There are famous artists as there are famous doctors. But when do they achieve fame? When do they enter the service and reach the rank of Councillor? If a man builds a cathedral or erects a monument in a public place, then people begin to seek him out.

But artists begin in poverty, with a crust of bread. You will find they are for the most part freed serfs, small tradespeople or foreigners, or Jews. Poverty drives them to art. But you — a Raisky! You have land of your own, and bread to eat. It's pleasant enough to have graceful talents in society, to play the piano, to sketch in an album, and to sing a song, and I have therefore engaged a German professor for you.

But what an abominable idea to be an artist by profession! Have you ever heard of a prince or a count who has painted a picture, or a nobleman who has chiselled a statue?

No, and why? He was a courtier, an ambassador. Two hundred years ago. Among the Germans. Petersburg, try to get a position as advocate, and your connexions will help you to a place at court.

And if you keep your eyes open, with your name and your connexions, you will be a Governor in thirty years' time. That is the career for you. But there seem to be no serious ideas in your head ; you catch fish with the village boors, have sketched a swamp and a drunken beggar, but you have not the remotest idea of when this or that crop should be sown, or at what price it is sold.

His guardian's lecture affected his nerves. Like Vassyvkov, the music master began to bend his fingers. As it was he succeeded in a few months, after much trouble, in completing the first stages of his instruction. Very soon be surpassed and surprised the local young ladies by the strength and boldness of his playing. His master saw his abilities were remarkable, his indolence still more remarkable.

That, he thought, was no misfortune. Indolence and neghgence are native to artists. He had been told too that a man who has talent should not work too hard. Hard work is only for those with moderate abilities. His aunt lived in a family estate which Boris had inherited from his mother — a piece of land on the Volga, close by a little town, with fifty souls and two residences, one built of stone and now neglected, the other a wooden building built by Boris's father.

In this newer house Tatiana Markovna lived with two orphan girls of six and five years old respectively, who had been left in her care by a niece whom she had loved as a daughter.

Tatiana Markovna had an estate and a village of her own, but after the death of Raisky's parents she had established herself on their little estate, which she ruled like a miniature kingdom, wisely, economically, carefully and despotically. She never permitted Boris's guardian to interfere in her business, took no heed of documents, papers, or deeds, but carried on the affairs of the estate according to the practice of its former owners.

She told Boris's guardian that all the docu- ments, papers and deeds were inscribed in her memory, and that she would render account to Boris when he came of age ; until that day came she, according to the verbal instructions of his parents, was mistress 20 THE PRECIPICE of the estate. Boris's guardian was content. It was an excellent estate, and could not be better administered than by the old lady. What a Paradise Raisky evolved for himself in this corner of the earth, from which he had been taken away in his childhood and where he had spent many a summer visit in his schooldays.

What views in the neighbourhood! Every window in the house framed a lovely landscape. From one side could be seen the Volga with its steep banks ; from the others wide meadows and gorges, and the whole seemed to melt into the distant blue hills. From the third side could be seen fields, villages, and part of the town. The air was cool and invigorating, and as refreshing as a bathe on a summer day. In the immediate neighbourhood of the two houses the great park, with its dark alleys, arbours and seats, was kept in good order, but beyond these limits it was left wild.

There were broad stretching elms, cherry and apple trees, service trees, and there were lime trees intended to form an avenue, which lost itself in a wood in the friendly neighbourhood of pines and birches. Suddenly the whole ended in a precipice, thickly overgrown with bushes, which overhung a plain about one and a-half versts in breadth along the banks of the Volga.

Nearer the wooden house lay the vegetable garden, and just in front of its windows lay the flower garden, Tatiana Markovna liked to have a space clear of trees in front of the house, so that the place was flooded with sunshine and the scent of flowers.

From the other side of the house one could watch all that was going on in the courtyard and could see the servants' quarters, the kitchens, the hayricks, and the stable. In the depths of the courtyard stood the old house, gloomy, always in shadow, stained with age, with here and there a cracked window pane, with heavy doors fastened by heavy bolts, and the path leading up to it overgrown with grass.

But on the new house the sun streamed from morning to night ; the flower garden, full of roses and dahlias.

Swallows nesting under the eaves flew hither and thither ; in the garden and the trees there were hedge-sparrows, siskins and goldfinches, and when darkness fell the nightingale began to sing. Around the flowers there were swarms of bees, humble- bees, dragon-flies, and glittering butterflies ; and in the corners cats and kittens stretched themselves comfortably in the sunshine.

In the house itself peace and joy reigned. The rooms were small, but cosy. Antique pieces of furniture had been brought over from the great house, as had the portraits of Raisky's parents and grand- parents. The floors were painted, waxed and polished ; the stoves were adorned with old-fashioned tiles, also brought over from the other house ; the cup- boards were full of plate and silver ; there were old Dresden cups and figures, Chinese ornaments, tea-pots, sugar-basins, heavy old spoons.

Round stools bound with brass, and inlaid tables stood in pleasant corners. In Tatiana Markovna's sitting-room stood an old- fashioned carved bureau with a mirror, urns, lyres, and genii.

But she had hung up the mirror, because she said it was a hindrance to writing when you stared at your own stupid face. The room also contained a round table where she lunched and drank her tea and coffee, and a rather hard leather-covered armchair with a high back.

How beautiful Boris thought her I And indeed she was beautiful. Tall, neither stout nor thin, a vivacious old lady. She had a slight moustache, and, on her left cheek, near the chin, a birth-mark with a little bunch of hairs, details which gave her face a remarkable expression of kindness. She cut her grey hair short, and went about in house, yard, garden with her head uncovered, but on feast days, or when guests were expected she put on a cap. The cap could not be kept in its place, and did not suit her at all, so that after about five minutes she would with apologies remove the tiresome headdress.

In the mornings she wore a wide white blouse with a girdle and big pockets ; in the afternoon she put on a brown dress, and on feast days a heavy rustling silk dress that gleamed like silver, and over it a valuable shawl which only Vassilissa, her house- keeper, was allowed to take out of the press.

At the sound the coachmen hid their pipes in their boots, because the mistress feared nothing so much as fire, and for that reason counted smoking as the greatest of crimes. The cooks seized the knife, the spoon or the broom ; Kirusha, who had been joking with Matrona, hurried to the door, while Matrona hurried to the byre.

If the approaching clatter gave warning that the mistress was returning to the house Mashutka quickly took off her dirty apron and wiped her hands on a towel or a bit of rag, as the case might be.

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