Brothers -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Russia -- Social life and customs -- 1533-1917 -- Fiction
“You ask what were my exact sensations at the moment when I asked my
opponent’s forgiveness,” I answered; “but I had better tell you from
the beginning what I have not yet told any one else.” And I described
all that had passed between Afanasy and me, and how I had bowed down to
the ground at his feet. “From that you can see for yourself,” I
concluded, “that at the time of the duel it was easier for me, for I
had made a beginning already at home, and when once I had started on
that road, to go farther along it was far from being difficult, but
became a source of joy and happiness.”
I liked the way he looked at me as he listened. “All that,” he said,
“is exceedingly interesting. I will come to see you again and again.”
And from that time forth he came to see me nearly every evening. And we
should have become greater friends, if only he had ever talked of
himself. But about himself he scarcely ever said a word, yet
continually asked me about myself. In spite of that I became very fond
of him and spoke with perfect frankness to him about all my feelings;
“for,” thought I, “what need have I to know his secrets, since I can
see without that that he is a good man? Moreover, though he is such a
serious man and my senior, he comes to see a youngster like me and
treats me as his equal.” And I learned a great deal that was profitable
from him, for he was a man of lofty mind.
“That life is heaven,” he said to me suddenly, “that I have long been
thinking about”; and all at once he added, “I think of nothing else
indeed.” He looked at me and smiled. “I am more convinced of it than
you are, I will tell you later why.”
I listened to him and thought that he evidently wanted to tell me
something.
“Heaven,” he went on, “lies hidden within all of us—here it lies hidden
in me now, and if I will it, it will be revealed to me to-morrow and
for all time.”
I looked at him; he was speaking with great emotion and gazing
mysteriously at me, as if he were questioning me.
“And that we are all responsible to all for all, apart from our own
sins, you were quite right in thinking that, and it is wonderful how
you could comprehend it in all its significance at once. And in very
truth, so soon as men understand that, the Kingdom of Heaven will be
for them not a dream, but a living reality.”
“And when,” I cried out to him bitterly, “when will that come to pass?
and will it ever come to pass? Is not it simply a dream of ours?”
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