Suddenly Avdyéich saw an old woman, a huckstress, stop opposite the very window. She was carrying a basket with apples. There were but few of them left,--evidently she had sold all, and over her shoulder she carried a bag with chips. No doubt, she had picked them up at some new building, and was on her way home. The bag was evidently pulling hard on her shoulder; she wanted to shift it to her other shoulder, so she let the bag down on the flagstones, set the apple-basket on a post, and began to shake down the chips. While she was doing that, a boy in a torn cap leaped out from somewhere, grasped any apple from the basket, and wanted to skip out, but the old woman saw him in time and turned around and grabbed the boy by the sleeve. The boy yanked and tried to get away, but the old woman held on to him with both her hands, knocked down his cap, and took hold of his hair. The boy cried, and the old woman scolded. Avdyéich did not have time to put away the awl. He threw it on the floor, jumped out of the room, stumbled on the staircase, and dropped his glasses. He ran out into the street. The old woman was pulling the boy's hair and scolding him. She wanted to take him to a policeman; the little fellow struggled and tried to deny what he had done: "I did not take any, so why do you beat me? Let me go!" Avdyéich tried to separate them. He took the boy's arm, and said: "Let him go, granny, forgive him for Christ's sake!" "I will forgive him in such a way that he will not forget until the new bath brooms are ripe. I will take the rascal to the police station!" Avdyéich began to beg the old woman: "Let him go, granny, he will not do it again. Let him go, for Christ's sake!" The woman let go of him. The boy wanted to run, but Avdyéich held on to him. "Beg the grandmother's forgiveness," he said. "Don't do that again,--I saw you take the apple." The boy began to cry, and he asked her forgiveness. "That's right. And now, take this apple!" Avdyéich took an apple from the basket and gave it to the boy. "I will pay for it, granny," he said to the old woman. "You are spoiling these ragamuffins," said the old woman. "He ought to be rewarded in such a way that he should remember it for a week." "Oh, granny, granny!" said Avdyéich. "That is according to our ways, but how is that according to God'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 Avdyéich 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. "God has commanded that we should forgive," said Avdyéich, "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."