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year, that my sentence was read to me in my
cell. I was condemned to be shot!
‘Nothing was said about the time, but scarcely
an hour had passed, when the gaoler appeared
and told me to put on my own clothes. Under
strong escort I was led out into the yard, where
nineteen of my companions were waiting. It
was seven o’clock in the morning. We were put
into carriages, four in each, accompanied by a
soldier.
‘“ Where are we going?” we asked; “I must
not tell you,” the soldier replied. And as the
carriage windows were covered with ice we could
see nothing outside.
‘At last we reached Senajenovski Square. In
the middle of it a scaffold was raised, up to
which we were led and ranged in two lines. We
were so carefully watched that it was impossible
to say more than a few words to those that stood
nearest.
‘A sheriff appeared on the scaffold and read
out our sentence of death; it was to be executed
instantly.
‘Twenty times the fatal words were repeated:
“Sentenced to be shot!” And so indelibly were
the words graven into my memory, that for years
afterwards I would awake in the middle of the
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