30 by Father Gapon Section 1 On January 22, 1905, a priest named Father Gapon led a peaceful march of about 200,000 workers and their families to the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. The marchers wanted to ask Czar Nicholas II for better working conditions, more per- sonal freedom, and an elected national legislature. As you read the following excerpt from Father Gapons autobiography, think about what happened on Bloody Sunday.
W e were not more than thirty yards from the
soldiers, being separated from them only by the bridge over the Tarakanovskii Canal, which afterwards, bullets even struck persons inside, through the windows. At last the firing ceased. I stood up with a few here marks the border of the city, when suddenly, others who remained uninjured and looked down without any warning and without a moments delay, at the bodies that lay prostrate around me. I cried was heard the dry crack of many rifle-shots. I was to them, Stand up! But they lay still. I could not at informed later on that a bugle was blown, but we first understand. Why did they lie there? I looked could not hear it above the singing, and even if we again, and saw that their arms were stretched out had heard it we should not have known what it lifelessly, and I saw the scarlet stain of blood upon meant. the snow. Then I understood. It was horrible. And Vasiliev, with whom I was walking hand in hand, my Vasiliev lay dead at my feet. suddenly left hold of my arm and sank upon the Horror crept into my heart. The thought flashed snow. One of the workmen who carried the ban- through my mind, And this is the work of our ners fell also. Immediately one of the two police Little Father, the Tsar. Perhaps this anger saved officers to whom I had referred shouted out, What me, for now I knew in very truth that a new chapter are you doing? How dare you fire upon the portrait was opened in the book of the history of our people. of the Tsar? This, of course, had no effect, and I stood up, and a little group of workmen gathered both he and the other officer were shot downas round me again. Looking backward, I saw that our I learned afterwards, one was killed and the other line, though still stretching away into the distance, dangerously wounded. was broken and that many of the people were flee- I turned rapidly to the crowd and shouted to ing. It was in vain that I called to them, and in a them to lie down, and I also stretched myself out moment I stood there, the centre of a few scores of upon the ground. As we lay thus another volley was men, trembling with indignation amid the broken fired, and another, and yet another, till it seemed as ruins of our movement.
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though the shooting was continuous. The crowd from Father Gapon, The Story of My Life (1905). Reprinted first kneeled and then lay flat down, hiding their in John Carey, ed., Eyewitness to History (New York: Avon, heads from the rain of bullets, while the rear rows 1987), 417418. of the procession began to run away. The smoke of the fire lay before us like a thin cloud, and I felt it stiflingly in my throat. . . . A little boy of ten years, Discussion Questions who was carrying a church lantern, fell pierced by a Recognizing Facts and Details bullet, but still held the lantern tightly and tried to 1. When did the soldiers start firing on the marchers? rise again, when another shot struck him down. 2. According to this excerpt, who were among the Both the smiths who had guarded me were killed, victims of the shooting? as well as all those who were carrying the icons and 3. Perceiving Cause and Effect Why do you banners; and all these emblems now lay scattered think many Russians were outraged by this mas- on the snow. The soldiers were actually shooting sacre? Use information from this excerpt as well into the courtyards of the adjoining houses, where as your textbook to support your opinion. the crowd tried to find refuge and, as I learned