Children's stories; Christian fiction; Russia -- Juvenile fiction; Stundists -- Juvenile fiction
TWO days later the exiles reached the city prison, larger than the
roadside étapes, which possessed a hospital. Anna Grigorovna had been
looking forward eagerly to the hour when she would be delivered from
the suffocating dust, the burning sun, and the jolting cart, and lie
down in a quiet cot in a hospital ward, which she would never leave
again. She had kept herself aloof from her fellow-convicts, and there
would be no painful last farewells.
The last evening, when they reached the half-way étape, she sought
the company of the Stundists. It had become the custom, as far as
possible, for the better class of exiles to keep together in the
kameras, avoiding the drunken and more degraded convicts. The Stundist
men alone mingled freely with them, seeking earnestly any opportunity
of lifting them a little out of the deep mire of their debasement. The
band of exiles had been so long together, that they knew one another
as intimately as the inhabitants of the same village. On the whole,
the Stundists, both men and women, were regarded favourably by their
fellow-exiles, to whom they were always ready to render any kindness.
Anna Grigorovna, who had seldom spoken to anyone, seemed to-night
anxious to talk with the kindly comrades who must leave her for ever
to-morrow. She sat on the edge of the nari, where Tatiania was lying
speechless and tearless, and listened attentively to Alexis as he
explained to her the simple creed of his sect.
"It is very beautiful," she said, with a sigh; "you believe that in
very truth Jesus Christ, being equal with God, left His throne in
heaven and came down to this earth, becoming a poor working-man, and
dying a shameful death for our sakes. So He sacrificed all for our
salvation."
"We believe it," said Alexis; and Khariton bowed his head in assent.
Tatiania lifted up her trembling hand; and Michael and Sergius cried,
"Yes, we believe it!"
"You believe," she went on, "that He who was crucified Himself knows
all your sorrows and sufferings;—nay! I've heard you say He is here,
seeing all and knowing all."
"Yes," answered Alexis; "because He said, 'Lo, I am with you alway,
even unto the end of the world.'"
"You believe," she continued, "that without any priest, or any form of
prayer, you may ask God Almighty for all you want, as a child asks his
father."
"We believe it," replied Alexis, "but with this reservation, that what
we ask is in accord with His will. A child may ask for a scorpion or
for a burning coal."
"Would to God I could believe as you do!" said Anna, with a sob. "Do
you know that I, too, have sacrificed all, and given up my life for the
sake of the people?"
"We know it," answered Alexis; "and God knows it. Be sure He who made
the greatest sacrifice of all will not overlook it. He is not far from
you, and you are drawing nigh to Him."
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