And such are, without exception, all the criticisms of the cultivated believers, who, therefore, do not understand the perilousness of their position. The only way out for them is the hope that, by using the authority of the church, of antiquity, of holiness, they may be able to confuse the reader and draw him away from the thought of reading the Gospel for himself and of considering the question with his own mind. And in this they are successful. To whom, indeed, will it occur that all that which with such assurance and solemnity is repeated from century to century by all these archdeacons, bishops, archbishops, most holy synods, and Popes, is a base lie and calumny, which they foist on Christ in order to secure the money which they need for the purpose of leading a life of pleasure, while sitting on the backs of others,--a lie and a calumny, which is so obvious, especially now that the only possibility of continuing this lie consists in frightening men into belief by their assurance, their unscrupulousness? It is precisely the same that of late years has taken place in the Recruiting Sessions: at the head of the table, with the Mirror of Laws upon it, and beneath the full-sized portrait of the emperor, sit dignified old officials in their regalia, conversing freely and unreservedly, noting down, commanding, calling out. Here also, with the cross over his breast and in silk vestments, with his gray hair falling down straight over his scapulary, stands an imposing old man, the priest, in front of the pulpit, on which lies a gold cross and a gold-trimmed Gospel. Iván Petróv is called out. A young man steps out. He is poorly and dirtily dressed and looks frightened, and the muscles of his face tremble, and his fugitive eyes sparkle, and in a faltering voice, almost in a whisper, he says: "I--according to the law I, a Christian--I cannot--" "What is he muttering there?" impatiently asks the presiding officer, half-closing his eyes and listening, as he raises his head from the book. "Speak louder!" shouts to him the colonel with the shining shoulder-straps. "I--I--I--as a Christian--" It finally turns out that the young man refuses to do military service, because he is a Christian. "Talk no nonsense! Get your measure! Doctor, be so kind as to take his measure. Is he fit for the army?" "He is." "Reverend father, have him sworn in." No one is confused; no one even pays any attention to what this frightened, pitiable young man is muttering. "They all mutter something, but we have no time: we have to receive so many recruits." The recruit wants to say something again. "This is against Christ's law." "Go, go, we know without you what is according to the law,--but you get out of here. Reverend father, admonish him. Next: Vasíli Nikítin."