«Only the other day Stepanida Ilyinishna- she’s a rich merchant’s wife- said to me, ‘You go, Prohorovna, and put your son’s name down for prayer in the church, and pray for the peace of his soul as though he were dead. His soul will be troubled,’ she said, ‘and he will write you a letter.’ And Stepanida Ilyinishna told me it was a certain thing which had been many times tried. Only I am in doubt…. Oh, you light of ours! is it true or false, and would it be right?»
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«Don’t think of it. It’s shameful to ask the question. How is it possible to pray for the peace of a living soul? And his own mother too! It’s a great sin, akin to sorcery. Only for your ignorance it is forgiven you. Better pray to the Queen of Heaven, our swift defence and help, for his good health, and that she may forgive you for your error. And another thing I will tell you, Prohorovna. Either he will soon come back to you, your son, or he will be sure to send a letter. Go, and henceforward be in peace. Your son is alive, I tell you.»
«Dear Father, God reward you, our benefactor, who prays for all of us and for our sins!» But the elder had already noticed in the crowd two glowing eyes fixed upon him. An exhausted, consumptive-looking, though young peasant woman was gazing at him in silence.
Her eyes besought him, but she seemed afraid to approach. «What is it, my child?»
«Absolve my soul, Father,» she articulated softly, and slowly sank on her knees and bowed down at his feet. «I have sinned, Father. I am afraid of my sin.»
The elder sat down on the lower step. The woman crept closer to him, still on her knees. «I am a widow these three years,» she began in a half-whisper, with a sort of shudder. «I
had a hard life with my husband. He was an old man. He used to beat me cruelly. He lay ill; I thought looking at him, if he were to get well, if he were to get up again, what then? And then the thought came to me-«
«Stay!» said the elder, and he put his ear close to her lips.
The woman went on in a low whisper, so that it was almost impossible to catch anything. She had soon done.
«Three years ago?» asked the elder.
«Three years. At first I didn’t think about it, but now I’ve begun to be ill, and the thought never leaves me.»
«Have you come from far?»
«Over three hundred miles away.» «Have you told it in confession?»
«I have confessed it. Twice I have confessed it.» «Have you been admitted to Communion?» «Yes. I am afraid. I am afraid to die.»
«Fear nothing and never be afraid; and don’t fret. If only your penitence fail not, God will forgive all. There is no sin, and there can be no sin on all the earth, which the Lord will not forgive to the truly repentant! Man cannot commit a sin so great as to exhaust the infinite love of God. Can there be a sin which could exceed the love of God? Think only of repentance, continual repentance, but dismiss fear altogether. Believe that God loves you as you cannot conceive; that He loves you with your sin, in your sin. It has been said of old that over one repentant sinner there is more joy in heaven than over ten righteous men. Go, and fear not. Be not bitter against men. Be not angry if you are wronged. Forgive the dead man in your
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heart what wrong he did you. Be reconciled with him in truth. If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by love. If I, a sinner, even as you are, am tender with you and have pity on you, how much more will God. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can redeem the whole world by it, and expiate not only your own sins but the sins of others.»
He signed her three times with the cross, took from his own neck a little ikon and put it upon her. She bowed down to the earth without speaking.
He got up and looked cheerfully at a healthy peasant woman with a tiny baby in her arms.
«From Vyshegorye, dear Father.»
«Five miles you have dragged yourself with the baby. What do you want?»
«I’ve come to look at you. I have been to you before- or have you forgotten? You’ve no great memory if you’ve forgotten me. They told us you were ill. Thinks I, I’ll go and see him for myself. Now I see you, and you’re not ill! You’ll live another twenty years. God bless you! There are plenty to pray for you; how should you be ill?»
«I thank you for all, daughter.»
«By the way, I have a thing to ask, not a great one. Here are sixty copecks. Give them, dear Father, to someone poorer than me. I thought as I came along, better give through him. He’ll know whom to give to.»
«Thanks, my dear, thanks! You are a good woman. I love you. I will do so certainly. Is that your little girl?»
«My little girl, Father, Lizaveta.»
«May the Lord bless you both, you and your babe Lizaveta! You have gladdened my heart, mother. Farewell, dear children, farewell, dear ones.»
He blessed them all and bowed low to them.
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A visitor looking on the scene of his conversation with the peasants and his blessing them shed silent tears and wiped them away with her handkerchief. She was a sentimental society lady of genuinely good disposition in many respects. When the elder went up to her at last she met him enthusiastically.
«Ah, what I have been feeling, looking on at this touching scene!… «She could not go on for emotion. «Oh, I understand the people’s love for you. I love the people myself. I want to love them. And who could help loving them, our splendid Russian people, so simple in their greatness!»
«How is your daughter’s health? You wanted to talk to me again?»
«Oh, I have been urgently begging for it, I have prayed for it! I was ready to fall on my knees and kneel for three days at your windows until you let me in. We have come, great healer, to express our ardent gratitude. You have healed my Lise, healed her completely, merely by praying over her last Thursday and laying your hands upon her. We have hastened here to kiss those hands, to pour out our feelings and our homage.»
«What do you mean by healed? But she is still lying down in her chair.»
«But her night fevers have entirely ceased ever since Thursday,» said the lady with nervous haste. «And that’s not all. Her legs are stronger. This mourning she got up well; she had slept all night. Look at her rosy cheeks, her bright eyes! She used to be always crying, but now she laughs and is gay and happy. This morning she insisted on my letting her stand up, and she stood up for a whole minute without any support. She wagers that in a fortnight she’ll be dancing a quadrille. I’ve called in Doctor Herzenstube. He shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘I am amazed; I can make nothing of it.’ And would you have us not come here to disturb you, not fly here to thank you? Lise, thank him- thank him!»
Lise’s pretty little laughing face became suddenly serious. She rose in her chair as far as she could and, looking at the elder, clasped her hands before him, but could not restrain herself and broke into laughter.
«It’s at him,» she said, pointing to Alyosha, with childish vexation at herself for not being able to repress her mirth.
If anyone had looked at Alyosha standing a step behind the elder, he would have caught a quick flush crimsoning his cheeks in an instant. His eyes shone and he looked down.
«She has a message for you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. How are you?» the mother went on, holding out her exquisitely gloved hand to Alyosha.
The elder turned round and all at once looked attentively at Alyosha. The latter went nearer to Lise and, smiling in a strangely awkward way, held out his hand to her too. Lise assumed an important air.
«Katerina Ivanovna has sent you this through me.» She handed him a little note. «She particularly begs you to go and see her as soon as possible; that you will not fail her, but will
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be sure to come.» «She asks me to go and see her? Me? What for?» Alyosha muttered in great astonishment. His face at once looked anxious.
«Oh, it’s all to do with Dmitri Fyodorovitch and- what has happened lately,» the mother explained hurriedly. «Katerina Ivanovna has made up her mind, but she must see you about it…. Why, of course, I can’t say.
