Book: A. Arzumanov. And high aspiration of the thoughts...

In the year of the coronation of Emperor Alexander II, all of us returned, but alas! of the 121 member of a secret society, there are only 12 to 15 people; the rest died or were killed in the Caucasus.

The first time of our exile, I thought it probably would end in 5 years, then I told myself I will be in 10, then in 15 years, but after 25 years I stopped waiting.

Katasha was undemanding and all were content, though grew up in St. Petersburg, in a splendid building of Laval, where he walked on the marble slabs that belonged to Nero, purchased by her mother in Rome.

Our went to work, but since the area had no mines, so evil was aware of our government on the topography of Russia, suggesting that they are in the whole of Siberia, and the commandant gave them other work.

Our letters were given open Burnashevo and sent them to the office of the commandant, then went to the office of the civil Governor of Irkutsk, and finally to St. Petersburg in compartment III of the office of his Majesty, so that they were infinitely long time until it got to our relatives.

In addition to our jail was another, which included running a few times and commit robbery. Their bondage was much heavier and working harder. Between them was a famous robber of the eagles, a hero of sorts. He never attacked the poor people, but only to merchants and, in particular, to the officials; he even gave myself the pleasure of some of them flogged.

We Katasha always dressed neatly, so as not to be never discouraged or dismissed.

Our arrival brought a lot of benefit to prisoners. You do not have permission to write, they were deprived of news of their own, as well as any financial assistance. We wrote them, and from that time they began to receive letters and parcels.

Now I was living among people belonging to the latter category of humanity, and yet, we have seen from them only a sign of respect.

If you even look at the beliefs of the Decembrists, as the political madness and nonsense, all it is only fair to admit that the one who sacrifices life for his beliefs, cannot earn the respect of his compatriots.

It was a village consisting of one street, surrounded by mountains, more or less pitted with the excavations that were carried out for extraction of lead, containing silver ore. Location would be nice, if it is not cut down, for fifty miles around, the forests out of fear that escaped convicts were not hiding;. even the bushes were cut down; in winter the view was dull.

The local region is rich in resources to gratefully respond to your work and put capital.

Siberia is frightening only to those who have not been.

Men who are accustomed to the need to see continual help, soon get used to laziness and you will have to help them and in the most favorable years.