"Oh, granny, granny!" said Avdyeich. "That is according to our ways, but how is that according to G.o.d"s ways? If he is to be whipped for an apple, what ought to be done with us for our sins?"
The old woman grew silent.
And Avdyeich told the old woman the parable of the lord who forgave his servant his whole large debt, after which the servant went and took his fellow servant who was his debtor by the throat. The old woman listened to him, and the boy stood and listened, too.
"G.o.d has commanded that we should forgive," said Avdyeich, "or else we, too, shall not be forgiven. All are to be forgiven, but most of all an unthinking person."
The old woman shook her head and sighed.
"That is so," said the old woman, "but they are very much spoiled nowadays."
"Then we old people ought to teach them," said Avdyeich.
"That is what I say," said the old woman. "I myself had seven of them,--but only one daughter is left now." And the old woman began to tell where and how she was living with her daughter, and how many grandchildren she had. "My strength is waning," she said, "but still I work. I am sorry for my grandchildren, and they are such nice children,--n.o.body else meets me the way they do. Aksyutka will not go to anybody from me. "Granny, granny dear, darling!"" And the old woman melted with tenderness.
"Of course, he is but a child,--G.o.d be with him!" the old woman said about the boy.
She wanted to lift the bag on her shoulders, when the boy jumped up to her, and said:
"Let me carry it, granny! I am going that way."
The old woman shook her head and threw the bag on the boy"s shoulders.
They walked together down the street. The old woman had forgotten to ask Avdyeich to pay her for the apple. Avdyeich stood awhile, looking at them and hearing them talk as they walked along.
When they disappeared from sight, he returned to his room. He found his gla.s.ses on the staircase,--they were not broken,--and he picked up his awl and again sat down to work. He worked for awhile; he could not find the holes with the bristle, when he looked up and saw the lampman lighting the lamps.
"It is evidently time to strike a light," he thought, and he got up and fixed the lamp and hung it on the hook, and sat down again to work. He finished a boot: he turned it around and looked at it, and he saw that it was well done. He put down his tool, swept up the clippings, put away the bristles and the remnants and the awls, took the lamp and put it on the table, and fetched the Gospel from the shelf. He wanted to open the book where he had marked it the day before with a morocco clipping, but he opened it in another place. And just as he went to open the Gospel, he thought of his dream of the night before. And just as he thought of it, it appeared to him as though something were moving and stepping behind him. He looked around, and, indeed, it looked as though people were standing in the dark corner, but he could not make out who they were. And a voice whispered to him:
"Martn, oh, Martn, have you not recognized me?"
"Whom?" asked Avdyeich.
"Me," said the voice. "It is I."
And out of the dark corner came Stepanych, and he smiled and vanished like a cloud and was no more.
"And it is I," said a voice.
And out of the dark corner came the woman with the babe, and the woman smiled and the child laughed, and they, too, disappeared.
"And it is I," said a voice.
And out came the old woman and the boy with the apple, and both smiled and vanished.
And joy fell on Avdyeich"s heart, and he made the sign of the cross, put on his gla.s.ses, and began to read the Gospel, there where he had opened it. And at the top of the page he read:
"I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in."
And at the bottom of the page he read:
"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." (Matt. xxv.)
And Avdyeich understood that his dream had not deceived him, that the Saviour had really come to him on that day, and that he had received Him.
TEXTS FOR CHAPBOOK
ILl.u.s.tRATIONS
1885
TEXTS FOR CHAPBOOK
ILl.u.s.tRATIONS
THE FIEND PERSISTS, BUT G.o.d RESISTS
In ancient times there lived a good master. He had plenty of everything, and many slaves served him. And the slaves prided themselves on their master. They said:
"There is not a better master under heaven. He feeds us and dresses us well, and gives us work to do according to our strength, and never offends us with a word, and bears no grudge against any one; he is not like other masters who torture their slaves worse than cattle, and punish them with cause and without cause, and never say a good word to them. Our master wishes us good, and does us good, and speaks good words to us. We do not want any better life."
Thus the slaves boasted of their master. And the devil was annoyed to see the slaves living well and in love with their master. And the devil took possession of one of the master"s slaves, Aleb. He took possession of him and commanded him to seduce other slaves. And when all the slaves were resting and praising their master, Aleb raised his voice and said:
"Brothers, in vain do you pride yourselves on the goodness of your master. Try to do the devil"s bidding, and he, too, will be kind to you.
We serve our master well, and please him in everything. He needs only to have a thing in mind, and we do it.--we guess his thoughts. Why, then, should he not be good to us? Stop doing his bidding and do him some wrong, and he will be like everybody else, and will repay evil with evil, much worse than the worst of masters."
And the other slaves began to dispute with Aleb. They disputed and made a wager. Aleb undertook to anger the good master. He undertook to do so on condition that if he did not succeed in making him angry, he should lose his holiday garment, but if he did, each should give him his own holiday garment, and, besides, they promised to defend him against the master and to free him if the master should put him in irons or throw him into prison. They made this wager, and Aleb promised to anger the master on the following morning.
Aleb was serving in the master"s sheepfold and tended on costly thoroughbred rams. And so, when the good master came the next morning with his guests to the sheepfold to show them his favourite expensive rams, the devil"s labourer winked to his companions: "Watch me now! I am going to anger the master." All the slaves gathered and looked through the door and over the enclosure, and the devil climbed a tree and looked from there into the yard, to see how his labourer was going to serve him. The master walked through the yard, showing his guests the sheep and lambs, and he wanted to show them his best ram.
"The other rams are nice, too, but the one with the twisted horns is priceless, and I think more of him than of the pupil of my eye."
The sheep and the lambs were shying from the people in the yard, and the guests could not get a good look at the expensive ram. The moment the ram stopped, the labourer of the devil, as though by accident, frightened the sheep, and they got all mixed. The guests could not make out which was the expensive ram. The master got tired of it, so he said:
"Aleb, my dear friend, take the trouble carefully to catch the best ram with the twisted horns and to hold him awhile."
The moment the master had said that, Aleb rushed forward, like a lion, into the midst of the rams and caught the priceless ram by his fleece.
He got hold of the wool, and with one hand he seized the left hind leg and raised it and in the eyes of the master jerked it in such a way that it snapped like a linden post. Aleb had broken the ram"s leg beneath the knee. The ram began to bleat and fell down on his fore legs. Aleb grasped the right leg while the left hung loose like a whip-cord. The guests and all the slaves groaned, and the devil rejoiced, when he saw how cleverly Aleb had done his work. The master looked blacker than night. He frowned, lowered his head, and did not say a word. The guests and the slaves were silent. They waited to see what would happen.