So I lived,abandoning myself to this insanity for another six years,till my marriage.During that time I went abroad.Life in Europe and my acquaintance with leading and learned Europeans [Footnote:Russians generally make a distinction between Europeans and Russians.--A.M.]confirmed me yet more in the faith of striving after perfection in which I believed,for I found the same faith among them.That faith took with me the common form it assumes with the majority of educated people of our day.It was expressed by the word "progress".It then appeared to me that this word meant something.I did not as yet understand that,being tormented (like every vital man)by the question how it is best for me to live,in my answer,"Live in conformity with progress",I was like a man in a boat who when carried along by wind and waves should reply to what for him is the chief and only question.
"whither to steer",by saying,"We are being carried somewhere".
I did not then notice this.Only occasionally--not by reason but by instinct--I revolted against this superstition so common in our day,by which people hide from themselves their lack of understanding of life....So,for instance,during my stay in Paris,the sight of an execution revealed to me the instability of my superstitious belief in progress.When I saw the head part from the body and how they thumped separately into the box,I understood,not with my mind but with my whole being,that no theory of the reasonableness of our present progress could justify this deed;and that though everybody from the creation of the world had held it to be necessary,on whatever theory,I knew it to be unnecessary and bad;and therefore the arbiter of what is good and evil is not what people say and do,nor is it progress,but it is my heart and I.Another instance of a realization that the superstitious belief in progress is insufficient as a guide to life,was my brother's death.Wise,good,serious,he fell ill while still a young man,suffered for more than a year,and died painfully,not understanding why he had lived and still less why he had to die.No theories could give me,or him,any reply to these questions during his slow and painful dying.But these were only rare instances of doubt,and I actually continued to live professing a faith only in progress."Everything evolves and I evolve with it:and why it is that I evolve with all things will be known some day."So I ought to have formulated my faith at that time.
On returning from abroad I settled in the country and chanced to occupy myself with peasant schools.This work was particularly to my taste because in it I had not to face the falsity which had become obvious to me and stared me in the face when I tried to teach people by literary means.Here also I acted in the name of progress,but I already regarded progress itself critically.I said to myself:"In some of its developments progress has proceeded wrongly,and with primitive peasant children one must deal in a spirit of perfect freedom,letting them choose what path of progress they please."In reality I was ever revolving round one and the same insoluble problem,which was:How to teach without knowing what to teach.In the higher spheres of literary activity I had realized that one could not teach without knowing what,for I saw that people all taught differently,and by quarrelling among themselves only succeeded in hiding their ignorance from one another.But here,with peasant children,I thought to evade this difficulty by letting them learn what they liked.It amuses me now when I remember how I shuffled in trying to satisfy my desire to teach,while in the depth of my soul I knew very well that I could not teach anything needful for I did not know what was needful.After spending a year at school work I went abroad a second time to discover how to teach others while myself knowing nothing.
And it seemed to me that I had learnt this aborad,and in the year of the peasants'emancipation (1861)I returned to Russia armed with all this wisdom,and having become an Arbiter [Footnote:
To keep peace between peasants and owners.--A.M.]I began to teach,both the uneducated peasants in schools and the educated classes through a magazine I published.Things appeared to be going well,but I felt I was not quite sound mentally and that matters could not long continue in that way.And I should perhaps then have come to the state of despair I reached fifteen years later had there not been one side of life still unexplored by me which promised me happiness:that was my marriage.
