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they are forced to emigrate, find life abroad more agonising than other

exiles. Herzen, Bakunin, Turgenev, Lavrov were by birth gentlemen,

and lived abroad, if not happily, at any rate without becoming embittered specifically by contact with it. Herz.en did not greatly love Switzerland and he disliked Twickenham and London a great deal,

but he preferred either to St Petersburg under Nicholas I, and he was

happy in the society of his French and Italian friends. Turgenev

seemed more than contented on Madame Viardot's estate at Bougival.

But Belinsky can no more be thought of as a voluntary emigre than

Dr Johnson or Cobbett. He stormed and ranted and denounced the

most sacrosanct Russian institutions, but he did not leave his country.

And although he must have known that imprisonment and slow and

painful death were inevitable if he persisted, he did not, and obviously

could not for a moment, contemplate emigrating beyond the frontiers

of the Russian Empire: the Slavophils and the reactionaries were the

enemy, but the battle could be fought only on native soil. He could

not be silent and he would not go abroad. His head was with the west,

but his heart and his ill-kept body were with the mass of inarticulate

peasants and small traders-the 'poor folk' of Dostoevsky, the inhabitants of the teeming world of Gogol's terrible comic imagination.

Speaking of the Westerners' attitude to the Slavophils, Herz.en said :

Yes, we were their opponents, but very peculiar ones. We had only

ont love, but it did not takt tht samt form.

From our earliest years, we were possessed by one powerful,

unaccountable, physiological, passionate feeling, which they took

for memory of the past, we for a vision of the future-a feeling of

love, limitless, embracing all our being, love for the Russian people,

the Russian way of life, the Russian type of mind. We, like Janus

or the double-headed eagle, looked in opposite directions, while ont

htart beat in us all.

Belinsky was not torn between incompatible ideals. He was an

integrated personality in the sense that he believed in his own feelings,

and was therefore free from the self-pity and the sentimentality which

spring from indulgence in feelings which one does not respect in

oneself. But there was a division within him which arose from a

simultaneous admiration for western values and ideals, and a profound

lack of sympathy with, indeed dislike and lack of respect for, the

characters and form of life of the western bourgeoisie and typical

western intellectuals. This ambivalence of feeling, created by history-

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by the social and psychological conditions, which formed the Russian

intellectuals in the nineteenth century- was inherited by and became

prominent in the next generation of radical intellectuals- in Chernyshevsky and Nekrasov, in the populist movement, in the assassins of Alexander II, and indeed in Lenin too, Lenin who could not be

accused of ignoring or despising the contributions of western culture,

but felt far more alien in London or Paris than the more 'normal'

type of international exile. To some degree this peculiar amalgam of

love and hate is still intrinsic to Russian feelings about Europe: on

the one hand, intellectual respect, envy, admiration, desire to emulate

and excel; on the other, emotional hostility, suspicion, and contempt, a

sense of being clumsy, dt trop, of being outsiders; leading, as a result,

to an alternation between excessive self-prostration before, and

aggressive flouting of, western values. No visitor to the Soviet Union

can have failed to remark something of this phenomenon: a combination of intellectual inadequacy and emotional superiority, a sense of the west as enviably self-restrained, clever, efficient, and successful :

but also as being cramped, cold, mean, calculating, and fenced in,

without capacity for large views or generous emotion, for feeling which

must, at times, rise too high and overflow its banks, for heedless selfabandonment in response to some unique historical challenge, and consequently condemned never to know a rich flowering of life.

This spontaneity of feeling and passionate idealism are in themselves sufficient to distinguish Belinsky from his more methodical disciples. Unlike later radicals, he was not himself a utilitarian, least

of all where art was concerned. Towards the end of his life he pleaded

for a wider application of science, and more direct expression in art.

But he never believed that it was the duty of the artist to prophesy

or to preach- to serve society directly by telling it what to do, by

providing slogans, by putting its art in the service of a specific programme. This was the view of Chernyshevsky and N ekrasov in the sixties; of Lunacharsky and Mayakovsky and Soviet critics today.

Belinsky, like Gorky, believed in the duty of the artist to tell the

truth as he alone, being uniquely qualified to see and to utter, sees it

and can say it; that this is the whole duty of a writer whether he be a

thinker or an artist. Moreover he believed that since man lives in

society, and is largely made by society, this truth must necessarily be

largely social, and that, for this reason, all forms of insulation and

escape from environment must, to that degree, be falsifications of

the truth, and treason to it. For him the man and the artist and the

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citizen are one; and whether you write a novel, o r a poem, or a work

of history or philosophy, or an article in a newspaper, or compose a

symphony or a picture, you are, or should be, expressing the whole

of your nature, not merely a professionally trained part of it, and you

are morally responsible as a man for what you do as an artist. You

must always bear witness to the truth, which is one and indivisible,

in every act and in every word. There are no purely aesthetic truths

or aesthetic canons. Truth, beauty, morality, are attributes of life and

cannot be abstracted from it, and what is intellectually false or morally

ugly cannot be artistically beautiful, or vice versa. He believed that

human existence was-or should be -a perpetual and desperate war

between truth and falsehood, justice and injustice, in which no man

had the right to be neutral or have relations with the enemy, least of

all the artist. He declared war on the official nationalists because they

suppressed and distorted or coloured the facts: and this was thought

unpatriotic. He denounced copybook sentiments, and with a certain

brutality of expression tried to formulate the crude truth behind them,

and that was thought cynical. He admired first the German romantics,

then only their radical wing, and then the French socialists, and was

thought subversive. He told the Slavophils that inner self-improvement

and spiritual regeneration cannot occur on an empty stomach, nor in

a society which lacks social justice and suppresses elementary rights,