“Ihadjustbeengoingtoresorttothecarpenters,fortheywouldhavegivenussomebread,Isuppose?LongisitsinceI
tastedanything。“
Thesamewordsherepeatedonourapproachingtheex-soldier;
muchasthoughhetookapleasureintheirphraseology。
“Yousupposethattheywouldhavegivenusbread?“echoedtheex-
soldierasheunfastenedhiswallet。“Notthey!Noloveislostbetweenthemandourselves。“
“Whomdoyoumeanby’ourselves’?“
“Ushere——youandmyself——allRussianfolkwhomayhappentobeintheseparts。Fromthewayinwhichthosefellowskeepsingingaboutpalms,IshouldjudgethemtobesectariansofthesortcalledMennonites。“
“OrMolokans,rather?“theothermansuggestedasheseatedhimselfinfrontofthefire。
“Yes,orMolokans。MolokansorMennonites——they’reallone。ItisaGermanfaithandthoughsuchfellowsloveaTeuton,theydonotexactlywelcomeUS。“
UponthisthemanwiththeCossackforelocktookasliceofbreadwhichtheex-soldiercutfromaloaf,withanonionandapinchofsalt。Then,asheregardeduswithapairofgood-humouredeyes,hesaid,balancinghisfoodonthepalmsofhishands:
“ThereisaspotontheSunzha,nearhere,wherethosefellowshaveacolonyoftheirown。Yes,Imyselfhavevisitedit。True,thosefellowsarehardenough,butatthesametimetospeakplainly,NOONEinthesepartshasanyregardforussinceonlytoomanyofthesortofRussianfolkwhocomehereinsearchofworkarenotoverly-desirable。“
“Wheredoyouyourselfcomefrom?“Theex-soldier’stonewassevere。
“FromKursk,wemightsay。“
“FromRussia,then?“
“Yes,Isupposeso。ButIhavenogreatopinionevenofmyself。“
Theex-soldierglanceddistrustfullyatthenewcomer。Thenheremarked:
“Whatyousayiscant,sheerJesuitism。ItisfellowslikeTHOSE,rather,thatoughttohaveapooropinionofthemselves。“
Tothistheothermadenoreply——merelyheputapieceofbreadintohismouth。Foramomentortwotheex-soldiereyedhimfrowningly。Thenhecontinued:
“YouseemtometobeanativeoftheDoncountry?“
“Yes,IhavelivedontheDonaswell。“
“Andalsoservedinthearmy?“
“No。Iwasanonlyson。“
“Ofamiestchanin?“[Amemberofthesmallcommercialclass。]
“No,ofamerchant。“
“Andyourname——?“
“IsVasili。“
Thelastreplycameonlyafterapause,andreluctantly;
wherefore,perceivingthattheKurskanhadnoparticulardesiretodiscusshisownaffairs,theex-soldiersaidnomoreonthesubject,butliftedthekettlefromthefire。
TheMolokansalsohadkindledablazebehindthecornerofthebarraque,andnowitsglowwaslickingtheyellowboardsofthestructureuntiltheyseemedalmosttobeliquescent,tobeabouttodissolveandflowoverthegroundinagoldenstream。
Presently,astheirfervourincreased,thecarpenters,invisibleamidtheobscurity,felltosinginghymns——thebassesintoningmonotonously,“Sing,thouHolyAngel!“andvoicesofhigherpitchresponding,coldlyandformally。
“Singye!
SinggloryuntoChrist,thouAngelofHoliness!
Singye!
OursingingwillweadduntoThine,ThouAngelofHoliness!“
Andthoughthechorusfailedaltogethertodullthesplashingoftherivuletandthebabblingoftheby-cutoverabedofstones,itseemedoutofplaceinthisparticularspot;itarousedresentmentagainstmenwhocouldnotthinkofalaymoreatunewiththeparticularliving,breathingobjectsaroundus。
Graduallydarknessenvelopedthedefileuntilonlyoverthemouthofthepass,overthespotwhere,gleamingabrilliantblue,therivuletescapedintoacleftthatwasoverhungwithamistofadeepershade,wastherenotyetsuspendedthecurtainoftheSouthernnight。
Presently,thegloomcausedoneoftherocksinourvicinitytoassumetheguiseofamonkwho,kneelinginprayer,hadhisheadadornedwithapointedskull-cap,andhisfaceburiedinhishands。Similarly,thestemsofthetreesstirredinthefirelightuntiltheydevelopedthesemblanceofafileoffriarsentering,forearlyMass,theporchoftheirchapel-of-ease。
Tomymindtherethenrecurredacertainoccasionwhen,onjustsuchadarkandsultrynightasthis,Ihadbeenseatedtale-
tellingundertheboundary-wallofarowofmonasticcellsintheDoncountry。SuddenlyIhadheardawindowabovemyheadopen,andsomeoneexclaiminakindly,youthfulvoice:
“TheMotherofGodbeblessedforallthisgoodlyworldofours!“
AndthoughthewindowhadclosedagainbeforeIhadhadtimetodiscernthespeaker,Ihadknownthattherewasresidentinthemonasteryafriarwhohadlargeeyes,andalimp,andjustsuchafaceashadVasilihere;wherefore,inallprobabilityithadbeenhewhohadbreathedthebenedictionuponmankindatlarge,forthereasonthatmomentstherearewhenallhumanityseemstobeone’sownbody,andinoneselfthereseemstobeattheheartofallhumanity……
Vasiliconsumedhisfooddeliberatelyas,breakingoffmorselsfromhisslice,andneatlypartinghismoustache,heplacedthemorselsinhismouthwithacuriousstirringoftwoglobuleswhichunderlaytheskinneartheears。
Theex-soldier,however,merelynibbledathisfood——heatebutlittle,andthatlazily。Thenheextractedapipefromhisbreastpocket,filleditwithtobacco,lititwithafaggottakenfromthefire,andsaidashesethimselftolistentothesingingoftheMolokans:
“Theyarefilledfull,andhavestartedbleating。AlwaysfolklikethemseektobeontherightsideoftheAlmighty。“
“Doesthathurtyouinanyway?“Vasiliaskedwithasmile。
“No,butIdonotrespectthem——theyarelesssaintsthanhumbugs,thanprevaricatorswhosefirstwordisGod,andsecondwordrouble。“
“Howdoyouknowthat?“criedVasiliamusedly。“AndeveniftheirfirstwordISGod,andtheirsecondwordrouble,wehadbestnotbetooharduponthem,sinceiftheychosetobeharduponUS,whereshouldWEbe?Yes,wehaveonlytoopenourmouthstospeakawordortwoforourselves,andweshouldfindeveryfistatourteeth。“
“Quiteso,“theex-soldieragreedas,takingupasquareofscantling,heexamineditattentively。
“WhomDOyourespect?“Vasilicontinuedafterapause。
“Irespect,“theex-soldiersaidwithsomeemphasis,“onlytheRussianpeople,thetrueRussianpeople,thefolkwholabouronlandwhereonlabourishard。YetwhoarethefolkwhomyoufindHERE?Inthispartoftheworldthebusinessoflivingisaneasyone。Muchofeverysortofnaturalproduceistobehad,andthesoilisgenerousandlight——youneedbuttoscratchitforittobear,andforyourselftoreap。Yes,itisindulgenttoafault。
Rather,itislikeamaiden。Dobuttouchher,andachildwillarrive。“
“Agreed,“wasVasili’sremarkashedrankteafromatinmug。
“YettothisverypartoftheworldisitthatIshouldliketotransporteverysoulinRussia。“
“Andwhy?“
“Becauseheretheycouldearnaliving。“
“ThenisnotthatpossibleinRussia?“
“Well,whyareyouyourselfhere?“
“BecauseIamamanlackingties。“
“Andwhyareyoulackingties?“
“Becauseithasbeensoordered——itis,sotospeak,mylot。“
“ThenhadyounotbetterconsiderWHYitisyourlot?“
Theex-soldiertookhispipefromhismouth,letfallthehandwhichheldit,andsmoothedhisplainfeaturesinsilentamazement。Thenheexclaimedinuncouth,queruloustones: