Victor Serge 1936

The Death of Ivan Nikitich Smirnov

Source: Les 16 fusills. Paris, Paris, Spartacus pamphlets #1, 1936;

First Published: in La Wallonie August 29, 1936;
Translated: for marxists.org by Mitch Abidor;
CopyLeft: Creative Commons (Attribute & ShareAlike) marxists.org 2007.

I am writing with my heart tight tight, torn, trampled on as if it had been stepped on at
will with heavy boots before the fresh grave where sixteen heads with holes in them are
lined up: a full house of agents provocateurs and an entire team of old revolutionaries who
were Lenins companions and friends. I knew some of those who were executed in
Moscow quite well. Their sufferings will one day be measured, and men will be amazed
that we could go so far, descend so low in the fear and hatred of political adversaries who
were comrades just the day before. Among these men there is one who is little known in
the west because of his perfect modesty but who, for the generation of the October
Revolution, was both a symbol and an example. He entered history with a tranquil
heroism, disdainful of the word, foreign to any other ambition than that of serving the
working class: Ivan Nikitich Smirnov.
Tall, thin, with a rather small head, fine features, an unkempt moustache, his hair short
and in a kind of crew cut, the pince-nez a bit crooked, a smiling, gray gaze that
immediately revealed within the aging man the old child full of illusions concerning life.
Good-humored, a kind of sad gaiety in bad moments, when he would cross his long
hands across his legs and look into the void. At times like these his face would suddenly
age. But Ivan Nikitch would shake off the dullness, would straighten his shoulders, look
you in the eye with his gentle gaze and would assure you with invincible reason that the
revolution is made up of highs and lows, of course. What matters is to stick to it. And
weve stuck to it for quite a while, right? For him, to stick to it meant serving it give of
yourself with a total lack of self-interest.
A former worker, one of the founders of the Bolshevik party, I dont exactly know which
paths he followed in the prisons of the ancien regime. When in 1918 a Red Army had to
be improvised in order to carry out the Civil War and resist the Czechoslovak intervention,
Ivan Mikitich, who had never held a weapon in his life, hung a Nagan revolver on his belt
and, along with Trotsky, took the train to Kazan. The Whites had just taken this city, the
front had been pierced, the first Red troops were in rout before corps of intrepid officers.
Panic was mixed with confusion; they were lacking in everything and the Republic
appeared to have suffered a mortal wound. Moscow sent into that opening, that mortal
wound in the Revolutions flank, a train of volunteers taken from among the best. They
arrived in the midst of .that rout, allowed their path of retreat to be cut in order to show
that they wouldnt withdraw and, at the tiny station of Sviaysk, not far from Kazan on their
own battled the shock troops of Kapelle. The Red General Staff, with its typists, its
sentries, its cooks, all its non-combatant personnel, held out for 24 hours before the
machine guns. Trotsky had sent away the trains locomotive: let there be no doubt about
it, we will not leave here. Larissa Reisner, who fought there, dazzling with grace and
passion, left some beautiful pages on this episode. Ivan Nikitich Smirnov, she wrote,
was the communist conscience of Sviaysk. Even among young soldiers and non-party
members his uprightness and his absolute probity impressed everyone immediately. He
doubtless didnt know how he was feared, how afraid we were to be cowardly or weak
before him, before this man who never raised his voice, who limited himself to being
himself. Peaceful and brave? We felt that he would never weaken in the worst moments.
We would be calm, our spirits clear; we would be ourselves next to a Smirnov with his
back to the wall, being interrogated by the Whites in the filthy ditch of a prison. We would
tell ourselves this, lying in a heap on the wooden floor on already-cold autumn nights.
Sviaysk remains a capital date in the history of the Soviet republic; it is there that in 1918
the revolution was saved by a handful of men of whom Ivan Nikitch was one of the
leaders
When in 1920 the peasants of Siberia, formed in detachments of partisans, would have
rendered the situation untenable for Admiral Kolchak, Lenin recommended that the task of
sovietizing and pacifying Siberia be confided to Ivan Nikitich. Smirnov became the
Chairman of the Revolutionary Committee of Siberia; Smirnov founded the Republic of the
Far East, a provisional rubber-stamp state that permitted the Soviets to avoid war with
Japan. Thanks to him the sovietization of the north of Asia, where the Whites had shown
themselves to be abominably cruel, was carried out almost without reprisals.
From 1923 Ivan Nikitich belonged to the Opposition which called, within the party, for
the right to think and speak on the part of militants, and in the country for the instituting of
workers democracy and a fight against the growing, and increasingly arbitrary, power of
the bureaucracy. When his expulsion from the party was announced in 1927 he was
Peoples Commissar for Post and Telegraph. Expelled, Ivan Nikitich passed his portfolio to
the successor designated by the party and found himself penniless. An employee at the
Labor Exchange of Moscow, the registration service for the unemployed, found before him
an old man with pince-nez who made himself known as a precision mechanic and asked
for work in one of the factories where he knew, from solid sources, that there was a lack of
such qualified workers. The employee filled out a form. Your last job? he asked the
unemployed worker. Peoples Commissar for Posts and Telegraph.
The Central Committee didnt allow Ivan Nikitich to take his place in the ranks in the
factory. He was deported to that Siberia which he had contributed to conquering for the
revolution. Deportation meant more to him than captivity: it meant inactivity. In order to
again become useful Ivan Nikitich capitulated; according to the consecrated term he made
honorable amends before Stalin, and abjured half-heartedly, and how could it be
otherwise his convictions as an oppositionist, and asked that he be again given the
occasion to serve the revolution. Our disagreements, he said among intimates, are
serious and profound. But what is important above all is to construct new factories and set
them in motion He obtained the leadership of the new automobile factories in Nizhny-
Novgorod. It was there that they came to arrest him in December 1932 as suspected of
heresy. To be sure, he thought, saw, judged, and even if he said nothing he didnt consent
to what he saw. The conscience does not abdicate (though we sometimes do it violence).
In order to execute him they attempted to impute I dont know what responsibility in the
assassination of Kirov. But the day Kirov fell Nikitich had already inhabited a prison cell in
Souzdal for two years!
While at the other end of Europe a General Franco is sticking a knife in workers Spain,
to spill the blood of such men, the blood of the founders of the USSR, what a strange,
horrible aberration!