Efím walked through the vestibule and through the yard to the apiary, to see Eliséy. When he came inside the apiary, he saw Eliséy standing without a net, without gloves, in a gray caftan, under a birch-tree, extending his arms and looking up, and his bald spot shone over his whole head, just as he had stood in Jerusalem at the Lord's Sepulchre, and above him, through the birch-tree, the sun glowed, and above his head the golden bees circled in the form of a wreath, and did not sting him. Efím stopped. Eliséy's wife called out to her husband: "Your friend is here." Eliséy looked around. He was happy, and walked over toward his friend, softly brushing the bees out of his beard. "Welcome, friend, welcome, dear man! Did you have a successful journey?" "My feet took me there, and I have brought you some water from the river Jordan. Come and get it! But whether the Lord has received my work--" "Thank God! Christ save you!" Efím was silent. "I was there with my feet, but in spirit you were there, or somebody else--" "It is God's work, my friend, God's work." "On my way home I stopped at the hut where I lost you." Eliséy was frightened, and he hastened to say: "It is God's work, my friend, God's work. Well, won't you step in? I will bring some honey." And Eliséy changed the subject, and began to speak of home matters. Efím heaved a sigh. He did not mention the people of the hut to Eliséy, nor what he had seen in Jerusalem. And he understood that God has enjoined that each man shall before his death carry out his vow--with love and good deeds. WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO 1885 WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO Shoemaker Martýn Avdyéich lived in the city. He lived in a basement, in a room with one window. The window looked out on the street. Through it the people could be seen as they passed by: though only the feet were visible, Martýn Avdyéich could tell the men by their boots. He had lived for a long time in one place and had many acquaintances. It was a rare pair of boots in the neighbourhood that had not gone once or twice through his hands. Some he had resoled; on others he had put patches, or fixed the seams, or even put on new uppers. Frequently he saw his own work through the window. He had much to do, for he did honest work, put in strong material, took no more than was fair, and kept his word. If he could get a piece of work done by a certain time he undertook to do it, and if not, he would not cheat, but said so in advance. Everybody knew Avdyéich, and his work never stopped.