"Yes, fortune is singular!" repeated he, "and we must resist it boldly and brave it resolutely, or submit humbly to its caprices and die.This is but reasonable; half measures are expedients of fools.As for me, I have always been the partisan of sequere Deum, which I interpret thus: 'Take luck for your guide, and walk on blindly.'"And as Gilbert made no answer, he continued:
"May I presume to ask you what caused you to say, just now, that fortune plays us odd tricks?""I was thinking," replied Gilbert, tranquilly, "of the emperor, Constantine the Great, who you know--""Ah! that is too much," interrupted Vladimir."What! on a beautiful morning, in the midst of the woods, before a little dried-up pond, which is not without its poetry, seated in the grass with a pretty white flower in your hand--the emperor, Constantine, the subject of your meditations? As for me, I have not such a well-balanced head, and I will confess to you that just now, in rambling among the thickets, I was entirely occupied with the singular games of my own destiny, and what is more singular still, I felt the necessity of relating them to someone.""You surprise me," replied Gilbert; "I did not think you so communicative.""And who of us," resumed Vladimir, "never contradicts his own character? In Russia the duties of my position oblige me to be reserved, secret, enveloped in mystery from head to foot, a great pontiff of science, speaking but in brief sentences and in an oracular tone; but here I am not obliged to play my role, and by a natural reaction, finding myself alone in the woods with a man of sense and heart, my tongue unloosens like a magpie's.Let us see;if I tell you my history do you promise to be discreet?""Undoubtedly.But if you must have a confidant, how happens it that intimate as you are with Count Kostia--""Ah, precisely! when you know my history you will understand for what reason in my interviews with Kostia Petrovitch I speak often of him, but rarely of myself."And at these words Vladimir Paulitch turned up his sleeves, and showing his wrists to Gilbert; "Look!" he said."Do you see any mark, any scar?""No, I cannot detect any."
"That is strange.For forty years, however, I have worn handcuffs, for such as you see me--I, Vladimir Paulitch; I, one of the first physicians of Russia; I, the learned physiologist, I am the refuse of the earth, I am Ivan's equal; in a word, I am a serf!""You a serf!" exclaimed Gilbert, astonished.
"You should not be so greatly surprised; such things are common in Russia," said Vladimir Paulitch, with a faint smile."Yes, sir,"he resumed, "I am one of Count Kostia's serfs, and you may imagine whether or not I am grateful to him for having had the goodness to fashion from the humble clay of which nature had formed one of his moujiks, the glorious statue of Doctor Vladimir Paulitch.However, of all the favors he has heaped upon me the one which troubles me most is, that, thanks to his discretion, there were but two men in the world, himself and myself, who knew me for what I am.Now there are three.
"My parents," continued he, "were Ukraine peasants, and my first profession was taking care of sheep; but I was a born physician.
The sick, whether men or sheep, were to my mind the most interesting of spectacles.I procured some books, acquired a slight knowledge of anatomy and chemistry, and by turns Idissected, and hunted for simples, the virtues of which I tried with indefatigable ardor.Poor, lacking all resources, brought up from infancy in foolish superstitions, from which I had the trouble in emancipating myself; living in the midst of coarse, ignorant men degraded by slavery, nothing could repulse me or discourage me.Ifelt myself born to decipher the great book of nature, and to wring from it her secrets.I had the good fortune to discover some specifics against the rot and tag sore.That rendered me famous within a circuit of three leagues.After quadrupeds, I tried my hand on bipeds.I effected several happy cures, and people came from all parts to consult me.Proud as Artaban, the little shepherd, seated beneath the shade of a tree, uttered his infallible oracles, and they were believed all the more implicitly, as nature had given to his eyes that veiled and impenetrable expression calculated to impose upon fools.The land to which Ibelonged was owned by a venerable relative of Count Kostia.At her death she left her property to him.He came to see his new domain;heard of me, had me brought into his presence, questioned me, and was struck with my natural gifts and precocious genius.He had already proposed to found a hospital in one of his villages where he resided during the summer, and it occurred to him that he could some day make me useful there.I went with him to Moscow.
Concealing my position from everyone, he had me instructed with the greatest care.Masters, books, money, I had in profusion.So great was my happiness that I hardly dare to believe in it, and Iwas sometimes obliged to bite my finger to assure myself that I was not in a dream.When I reached the age of twenty, Kostia Petrovitch made me enter the school of medicine, and some years later I directed his hospital and a private asylum which he founded by my advice.My talents and success soon made me known.I was spoken of at Moscow, and was called there upon consultations.Thus I was in a fair way to make a fortune, and what gratified me still more, I was sought after, feted, courted, fawned upon.The little shepherd, the moujik, had become King and more than King, for a successful physician is adored as a god by his patients; and I do not believe that a pretty woman gratifies her lovers with half the smiles which she lavishes freely upon the magician upon whom depend her life and her youth.At this time, sir, I was still religious.
Imagine the place Count Kostia held in my prayers, and with what fervor I implored for him the intercession of the saints and of the blessed Mary.Prosperity, nevertheless, has this much of evil in it; it makes a man forget his former self.
