the pogrom arrived. but it arrived in a new form for which even david was unprepared. perhaps in consequence of the rabbi's warning to the governor, self-defence was made ridiculous. no machiavellian paraphernalia of agents provocateurs, no hooligans with false grey beards, masquerading as jewish rioters or blasphemers. artillery was calmly brought up against the jewish quarter, as though milovka were an enemy's town.
as the shells began to burst over the close-packed houses, david felt grimly that an economic providence had saved him from wasting his time in training pistoliers.
the white-faced landlord, wringing his hands and saying his vidui (death-bed confession), offered him [424]and his violin-case a place in the cellar, but he preferred to climb to the roof, from which with the aid of a small glass, he had a clear view of the cordon drawn round the doomed quarter. a ricocheting cannon-ball crashed through the chimney-pots at his side, but he did not budge. his eyes were glued upon a figure he had espied amid the cannon.
it was ezekiel leven, his whilom lieutenant, with whom he had dreamed of maccabean deeds. the new conscript, in the uniform of an artilleryman, was carefully taking sight with a gatling gun.
'poor ezekiel!' david cried. 'yours is the most humorous fate of all! but have you forgotten there is still one form of samooborona left?' and with an ironic laugh he turned his pistol upon himself.
the great guns boomed on hour after hour. when the bombardment was over, the peace of the devil lay over the ghetto of milovka. silent were all the fiery orators of all the letters of the alphabet; silent the polish patriots and the lovers of zion and the lovers of mankind; silent the bourgeois and the philosophers, the timber-merchants and the horse-dealers, the bankers and the bundists; silent the socialists and the democrats; silent even the burly censor, and the careless karaite and the cheerful chassid; silent the landlord and his revolutionary infant in their fortified cellar; silent the rabbi in his study, and the crowds in the market-place.
the same unconditional historic necessity had overtaken them all.
