What to Do? Thoughts Evoked By the Census of Moscow — Reading Companion

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Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910, Hapgood, Isabel Florence, 1850-1928 [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2002 Not confirmed
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Tolstoy's essay uses the 1882 Moscow census as a springboard to examine urban poverty, wealth disparity, and moral responsibility, weaving statistical observation with personal anecdotes and biblical reflection.
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all my life out of town. When, in 1881, I went to live in Moscow, the poverty of the town greatly surprised me. I am familiar with poverty in the country; but city poverty was new and incomprehensible to me. In Moscow it was impossible to pass along the street without encountering beggars, and especially beggars who are unlike those in the country. These beggars do not go about with their pouches in the name of Christ, as country beggars are accustomed to do, but these beggars are without the pouch and the name of Christ. The Moscow beggars carry no pouches, and do not ask for alms. Generally, when they meet or pass you, they merely try to catch your eye; and, according to your look, they beg or refrain from it. I know one such beggar who belongs to the gentry. The old man walks slowly along, bending forward every time he sets his foot down. When he meets you, he rests on one foot and makes you a kind of salute. If you stop, he pulls off his hat with its cockade, and bows and begs: if you do not halt, he pretends that that is merely his way of walking, and he passes on, bending forward in like manner on the other foot. He is a real Moscow beggar, a cultivated man. At first I did not know why the Moscow beggars do not ask alms directly; afterwards I came to understand why they do not beg, but still I did not understand their position.

Once, as I was passing through Afanasievskaya Lane, I saw a policeman putting a ragged peasant, all swollen with dropsy, into a cab. I inquired: “What is that for?”

The policeman answered: “For asking alms.”

“Of course it is forbidden,” replied the policeman.

The sufferer from dropsy was driven off. I took another cab, and followed him. I wanted to know whether it was true that begging alms was prohibited and how it was prohibited. I could in no wise understand how one man could be forbidden to ask alms of any other man; and besides, I did not believe that it was prohibited, when Moscow is full of beggars. I went to the station-house whither the beggar had been taken. At a table in the station-house sat a man with a sword and a pistol. I inquired:

“For what was this peasant arrested?”

The man with the sword and pistol gazed sternly at me, and said:

“What business is it of yours?”

But feeling conscious that it was necessary to offer me some explanation, he added:

“The authorities have ordered that all such persons are to be arrested; of course it had to be done.”

I went out. The policeman who had brought the beggar was seated on the window-sill in the ante-chamber, staring gloomily at a note-book. I asked him:

“Is it true that the poor are forbidden to ask alms in Christ’s name?”

The policeman came to himself, stared at me, then did not exactly frown, but apparently fell into a doze again, and said, as he sat on the window-sill:—

“The authorities have so ordered, which shows that it is necessary,” and betook himself once more to his note-book. I went out on the porch, to the cab.

“Well, how did it turn out? Have they arrested him?” asked the cabman. The man was evidently interested in this affair also.

“Yes,” I answered. The cabman shook his head. “Why is it forbidden here in Moscow to ask alms in Christ’s name?” I inquired.

“Who knows?” said the cabman.

“How is this?” said I, “he is Christ’s poor, and he is taken to the station-house.”

“A stop has been put to that now, it is not allowed,” said the cab-driver.

On several occasions afterwards, I saw policemen conducting beggars to the station house, and then to the Yusupoff house of correction. Once I encountered on the Myasnitzkaya a company of these beggars, about thirty in number. In front of them and behind them marched policemen. I inquired: “What for?”—“For asking alms.”

It turned out that all these beggars, several of whom you meet with in every street in Moscow, and who stand in files near every church during services, and especially during funeral services, are forbidden to ask alms.

But why are some of them caught and locked up somewhere, while others are left alone?

This I could not understand. Either there are among them legal and illegal beggars, or there are so many of them that it is impossible to apprehend them all; or do others assemble afresh when some are removed?

Tolstoy opens this work not with a thesis but with a question—'What shall we do then?'—drawn from Luke's Gospel. The census of Moscow, a bureaucratic exercise in counting the city's inhabitants, becomes for him an occasion to scrutinize the gulf between rich and poor. He moves between the census-taker's data and the lived reality of Moscow's night-lodging houses, where men and women who have 'lost the habit of work' drift. The structure of the essay mirrors this movement: from the abstract numbers of the census to concrete, often painful, encounters with individuals. Tolstoy's voice is direct, self-implicating, and unsparing, as he turns the act of counting into a moral inventory of the society that counts.

The Census as Moral Mirror

Tolstoy does not treat the census as a neutral statistical tool. Instead, he presents it as a device that reveals the hidden structure of Moscow's social life. The act of going door to door, recording names and conditions, forces the enumerator—and the reader—to see the city's poverty at close range. Tolstoy emphasizes that the poor are not devoid of understanding; they 'judge precisely as we do.' The census, in his hands, becomes a mirror held up to the conscience of the privileged. He notes that the poor see luxury 'flung madly away before their eyes' and cannot accept that such inequality is just. The essay's structure thus alternates between the enumerator's perspective and the poor's judgment, creating a dialectical movement that questions the very basis of social order.

Recurring Images of Clothing and Watches

Throughout the excerpts, clothing and timepieces appear as charged symbols of aspiration and ruin. A peasant boy dismissed from service acquires a 'vest and a watch-chain, and dandified boots.' Another young man, in debt for shoes, considers a watch indispensable to avoid ridicule. An old grandfather, who has eaten no butter all Lent, cannot fathom his grandson's desire for a watch. These objects—coats, shoes, watches—recur as markers of a desperate mimicry of the wealthy. Tolstoy uses them to illustrate how the poor internalize the values of the rich, spending beyond their means to appear respectable. The image of the watch, in particular, ties to the biblical epigraph: 'where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.' The essay's movement between these concrete details and the Gospel text creates a persistent tension between material need and spiritual aspiration.

The Household as Microcosm

Tolstoy repeatedly draws on examples from his own household and village to illustrate the dynamics of poverty and aspiration. He recounts the fates of servants—a cook who takes to drink, a footman who relapses, a chambermaid dismissed after a liaison. These vignettes are not mere illustrations; they are evidence of a systemic pattern. The young man who borrows money for shoes, the boy who wants a watch—these are not isolated cases but symptoms of a social disease. Tolstoy's method is to move from the particular to the general, using the household as a laboratory for observing how the desire for status corrupts. The structure of the essay mirrors this: each anecdote is a small narrative that opens onto a larger argument about the impossibility of serving both God and mammon. The reader is left to see that the problem is not individual weakness but a structure that makes such choices inevitable.

Biblical Framing and the Question of Action

The essay is bookended by scripture: the epigraph from Luke and Matthew, and the repeated question 'What shall we do then?' Tolstoy does not offer a programmatic answer. Instead, he uses the biblical text to frame the census as a moral crisis. The command to 'lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth' stands in direct opposition to the behavior he observes. The essay's movement is circular: it begins with the question, proceeds through observation and anecdote, and returns to the question, now sharpened by the evidence. Tolstoy's refusal to provide a simple solution is itself a structural choice. He forces the reader to sit with the discomfort of the question, to feel the weight of the discrepancy between Christian teaching and social practice. The closing of the essay, though not fully excerpted, likely returns to this unresolved tension, leaving the reader with the task of answering the question for themselves.

Tolstoy's essay resists easy categorization: it is part social report, part moral treatise, part personal confession. Readers should attend to the way he weaves together statistical observation, biblical quotation, and domestic anecdote. The movement between these registers is not arbitrary; it is the method by which Tolstoy forces the abstract question of poverty into the realm of personal responsibility. The census, for him, is not a document to be filed but a summons to action. Whether the reader agrees with his conclusions or not, the essay demands that the question 'What to do?' be taken seriously, not as a rhetorical flourish but as a lived problem.

Remembering that cold census walk, how numbers became faces on doorsteps—it reminded me of reading The Letter-Bag of Lady Elizabeth Spencer-Stanhope — Volume 1 — Themes and Context, where letters turned distant estates into intimate voices. Both books made me feel the same quiet ache: that behind every tally or envelope, someone’s whole life is breathing, waiting to be noticed.

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