I HAVE succinctly related the history of the Revolutionary movement of the last decade, from 1871 to 1881. I will now introduce my readers to the inner life of Underground Russia, and of those terrible men, who have so many times made him tremble before whom all tremble. I will show them as they are, without exaggeration and without false modesty. I know well that to draw the portraits of Sophia Perovskaia, of Vera Zassulic, of Demetrius Lisogub, and of so many others, would require a much more powerful pen than mine. I say this, not from conventional modesty, but from the infinite admiration I feel for them, which everyone would feel who had known them. The reader must therefore supply my shortcomings by filling in, with the colours of life, the stiff and formal outlines which I shall trace. As for me, I claim no other merit than that of being perfectly truthful. I must, therefore, warn the lovers of sensational details that they will be greatly disappointed; for, in real life, everything is done in a much more simple manner than is believed.
Of course I propose to make no 'revelations.' I