"It was not given to the mother to know what her children needed for life. It was not given to the rich man to know what he needed for himself. And it is not given to any man to know whether before evening he will need boots for his life, or soft shoes for his death.
"I was kept alive when I was a man not by what I did for myself, but because there was love in a pa.s.ser-by and in his wife, and because they pitied and loved me. The orphans were left alive not by what was done for them, but because there was love in the heart of a strange woman, and she pitied and loved them. And all men live not by what they do for themselves, but because there is love in men.
"I knew before that G.o.d gave life to men and that He wanted them to live; now I understand even something else.
"I understand that G.o.d does not want men to live apart, and so He has not revealed to them what each needs for himself, but wants them to live together, and so He has revealed to them what they all need for themselves and for all.
"I understand now that it only seems to men that they live by the care for themselves, and that they live only by love. He who has love, is in G.o.d, and G.o.d is in him, because G.o.d is love."
And the angel began to sing the praise of G.o.d, and from his voice the whole hut shook. And the ceiling expanded, and a fiery column rose from earth to heaven. And s.e.m.e.n and his wife and children fell to the ground.
And the wings were unfolded on the angel"s shoulders, and he rose to heaven.
And when s.e.m.e.n awoke, the hut was as before, and in the room were only his family.
THE THREE HERMITS
1884
THE THREE HERMITS
But when ye pray, use not vain repet.i.tions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him. (Matt. vi. 7-8.)
A bishop was sailing in a ship from Arkhangelsk to Solovki. On this ship there were pilgrims on their way to visit the saints. The wind was favourable, the weather clear, and the vessel did not roll. Of the pilgrims some were lying down, some eating, some sitting in groups, and some talking with each other. The bishop, too, came out on deck, and began to walk up and down on the bridge. He walked up to the prow and saw there several men sitting together. A peasant was pointing to something in the sea and talking, while the people listened to him. The bishop stopped to see what the peasant was pointing at: he could see nothing except that the sun was glistening on the water. The bishop came nearer and began to listen. When the peasant saw the bishop, he took off his cap and grew silent. And the people, too, when they saw the bishop, took off their caps and saluted him.
"Do not trouble yourselves, friends," said the bishop. "I have just come to hear what you, good man, are telling about."
"The fisherman is telling us about the hermits," said a merchant, who was a little bolder than the rest.
"What about those hermits?" asked the bishop. He walked over to the gunwale and sat down on a box. "Tell me, too, and I will listen. What were you pointing at?"
"There is an island glinting there," said the peasant, pointing forward and to the right. "On that island the hermits are living and saving their souls."
"Where is that island?" asked the bishop.
"Please to follow my hand! There is a small cloud; below it and a little to the left of it the island appears like a streak."
The bishop looked and looked, but only the water was rippling in the sun, and he could not make out anything with his unaccustomed eye.
"I do not see it," he said. "What kind of hermits are living on that island?"
"G.o.d"s people," replied the peasant. "I had heard about them for a long time, and never had any chance to see them; but two summers ago I saw them myself."
The fisherman went on to tell how he went out to catch fish and was driven to that island, and did not know where he was. In the morning he walked out and came to an earth hut, and there he saw one hermit, and then two more came out. They fed him and dried him and helped him to mend his boat.
"What kind of people are they?" asked the bishop.
"One is small and stooping, a very old man, in an old ca.s.sock; he must be more than a hundred years old, the gray of his beard is turning green, and he smiles all the time, and is as bright as an angel of heaven. The second is taller; he, too, is old, and wears a ragged caftan; his broad gray beard is streaked yellow, and he is a powerful man: he turned my boat around as though it were a vat, before I had a chance to help him; he also is a cheerful man. The third man is tall; his beard falls down to his knees and is as white as snow; he is a gloomy man, and his brows hang over his eyes; he is all naked, and girded only with a piece of matting."
"What did they tell you?" asked the bishop.
"They did everything mostly in silence, and spoke little to one another.
When one looked up, the others understood him. I asked the tall man how long they had been living there. He frowned and muttered something, as though he were angry, but the little hermit took his arm and smiled, and the tall one grew silent. All the little hermit said was: "Have mercy on us," and smiled."
While the peasant spoke, the ship came nearer to the island.
"Now you can see it plainly," said the merchant. "Please to look there, your Reverence!" he said, pointing to the island.
The bishop looked up and really saw a black strip, which was the island.
The bishop looked at it for quite awhile, then he went away from the prow to the stern, and walked over to the helmsman.
"What island is this that we see there?"
"That is a nameless island. There are so many of them here."
"Is it true what they say, that some hermits are saving their souls there?"
"They say so, your Reverence, but I do not know whether it is so.
Fishermen say that they have seen them. But they frequently speak to no purpose."
"I should like to land on that island and see the hermits," said the bishop. "How can I do it?"
"The ship cannot land there," said the helmsman. "You can get there by a boat, but you must ask the captain."
The captain was called out.
"I should like to see those hermits," said the bishop. "Can I not be taken there?"
The captain began to dissuade him.
"It can be done, but it will take much time, and, I take the liberty of informing your Reverence, it is not worth while to look at them. I have heard people say that they were foolish old men: they understand nothing and cannot speak, just like the fishes of the sea."
"I wish it," said the bishop. "I will pay you for the trouble, so take me there."
It could not be helped. The sailors shifted the sails and the helmsman turned the ship, and they sailed toward the island. A chair was brought out for the bishop and put at the prow. He sat down and looked. All the people gathered at the prow, and all kept looking at the island. Those who had sharper eyes saw the rocks on the island, and they pointed to the earth hut. And one man could make out the three hermits. The captain brought out his spy-gla.s.s and looked through it and gave it to the bishop.
"That"s so," he said, "there, on the sh.o.r.e, a little to the right from that big rock, stand three men."
The bishop looked through the gla.s.s and turned it to the right spot.
There were three men there: one tall, a second smaller, and a third a very small man. They were standing on the sh.o.r.e and holding each other"s hands.
The captain walked over to the bishop, and said: