286 BERDYCZEWSKI
Sometimes I go out to the ladder by myself, while the soldiers are still asleep, and stand and look at it: perhaps I can think of a way to manage ? But in vain. Thinking, you see, doesn't help you in these cases.
Sometimes they tell one of the soldiers to stand in the middle of the yard with his back to us, and we have to hop over him. He bends down a little, lowers his head, rests his hands on his knees, and we hop over him one at a time. One takes a good run, and when one comes to him, one places both hands on his shoulders, raises oneself into the air, and over !
I know exactly how it ought to be done; I take the run all right, and plant my hands on his shoulders, only I can't raise myself into the air. And if I do lift myself up a little way, I remain sitting on the sol- dier's neck, and were it not for his seizing me by the feet, I should fall, and perhaps kill myself.
Then the corporal and another soldier take hold of me by the arms and legs, and throw me over the man's head, so that I may see there is nothing dreadful about it, as though I did not jump right over him because I was afraid, while it is that my arms are so weak, I cannot lean upon them and raise myself into the air.
But when I say so, they only laugh, and don't be- lieve me. They say, "It won't help you; you will have to serve anyhow !"
When, on the other hand, it comes to "theory," the corporal is very pleased with me.
He says, that except himself no one knows "theory" as I do.
