I liked to hear him call Petr Vassilich "man," and his quiet, solemn voice stirred me. He spoke as a good priest reads, "Lord and Master of my life," and bending forward, got off his chair, spreading his hands before his face: "Do not judge me; my sins are not more grievous than yours." The samovar boiled and hissed, the old valuer spoke contemptuously, and the other continued, refusing to be stopped by his words: "Only God knows who most befouls the source of the Holy Spirit. It may be your sin, you book-learned, literary people. As for me, I am neither book-learned nor literary; I am a man of simple life." "We know all about your simplicity--we have heard of it--more than we want to hear!" "It is you who confuse the people; you break up the true faith, you scribes and Pharisees. I--what shall I say? Tell me--" "Heresy," said Petr Vassilich. The man held his hands before his face, just as if he were reading something written on them, and said warmly: "Do you think that to drive people from one hole to another is to do better than they? But I say no! I say: Let us be free, man! What is the good of a house, a wife, and all your belongings, in the sight of God? Let us free ourselves, man, from all that for the sake of which men fight and tear each other to pieces--from gold and silver and all kinds of property, which brings nothing but corruption and uncleanness! Not on earthly fields is the soul saved, but in the valleys of paradise! Tear yourself away from it all, I say; break all ties, all cords; break the nets of this world. They are woven by antichrist. I am going by the straight road; I do not juggle with my soul'; the dark world has no part in me." "And bread, water, clothes--do you have any part in them? They are worldly, you know," said the valuer maliciously. But these words had no effect on Aleksander. He talked all the more earnestly, and although his voice was so low, it had the sound of a brass trumpet. "What is dear to you, man? The one God only should be dear to you. I stand before Him, cleansed from every stain. Remove the ways of earth from your heart and see God; you alone--He alone! So you will draw near to God; that is the only road to Him. That is the way of salvation--to leave father and mother--to leave all, and even thine eye, if it tempts thee--pluck it out! For God's sake tear yourself from things and save your soul; take refuge in the spirit, and your soul shall live for ever and ever." "Well, it is a case with you, of the dog returning to his vomit," said Petr Vassiliev, rising, "I should have thought that you would have grown wiser since last year, but you are worse than ever." The old man went swaying from the shop onto the terrace, which action disturbed Aleksander. He asked amazedly and hastily: "Has he gone? But--why?" Kind Lukian, winking consolingly, said: "That's all right--that's all right!" Then Aleksander fell upon him: