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"
Next
morning
I
went
out
for
a
stroll
through
the
town
,
"
continued
the
prince
,
so
soon
as
Rogojin
was
a
little
quieter
,
though
his
laughter
still
burst
out
at
intervals
,
"
and
soon
observed
a
drunken-looking
soldier
staggering
about
the
pavement
.
He
came
up
to
me
and
said
,
'
Buy
my
silver
cross
,
sir
!
You
shall
have
it
for
fourpence
--
it
's
real
silver
.
'
I
looked
,
and
there
he
held
a
cross
,
just
taken
off
his
own
neck
,
evidently
,
a
large
tin
one
,
made
after
the
Byzantine
pattern
.
I
fished
out
fourpence
,
and
put
his
cross
on
my
own
neck
,
and
I
could
see
by
his
face
that
he
was
as
pleased
as
he
could
be
at
the
thought
that
he
had
succeeded
in
cheating
a
foolish
gentleman
,
and
away
he
went
to
drink
the
value
of
his
cross
.
At
that
time
everything
that
I
saw
made
a
tremendous
impression
upon
me
.
I
had
understood
nothing
about
Russia
before
,
and
had
only
vague
and
fantastic
memories
of
it
.
So
I
thought
,
'
I
will
wait
awhile
before
I
condemn
this
Judas
.
Only
God
knows
what
may
be
hidden
in
the
hearts
of
drunkards
.
'
"
Well
,
I
went
homewards
,
and
near
the
hotel
I
came
across
a
poor
woman
,
carrying
a
child
--
a
baby
of
some
six
weeks
old
.
The
mother
was
quite
a
girl
herself
.
The
baby
was
smiling
up
at
her
,
for
the
first
time
in
its
life
,
just
at
that
moment
;
and
while
I
watched
the
woman
she
suddenly
crossed
herself
,
oh
,
so
devoutly
!
'
What
is
it
,
my
good
woman
?
'
I
asked
her
.
(
I
was
never
but
asking
questions
then
!
)
'
Exactly
as
is
a
mother
's
joy
when
her
baby
smiles
for
the
first
time
into
her
eyes
,
so
is
God
's
joy
when
one
of
His
children
turns
and
prays
to
Him
for
the
first
time
,
with
all
his
heart
!
'
This
is
what
that
poor
woman
said
to
me
,
almost
word
for
word
;
and
such
a
deep
,
refined
,
truly
religious
thought
it
was
--
a
thought
in
which
the
whole
essence
of
Christianity
was
expressed
in
one
flash
--
that
is
,
the
recognition
of
God
as
our
Father
,
and
of
God
's
joy
in
men
as
His
own
children
,
which
is
the
chief
idea
of
Christ
.
She
was
a
simple
country-woman
--
a
mother
,
it
's
true
--
and
perhaps
,
who
knows
,
she
may
have
been
the
wife
of
the
drunken
soldier
!
"
Listen
,
Parfen
;
you
put
a
question
to
me
just
now
.
This
is
my
reply
.
The
essence
of
religious
feeling
has
nothing
to
do
with
reason
,
or
atheism
,
or
crime
,
or
acts
of
any
kind
--
it
has
nothing
to
do
with
these
things
--
and
never
had
.
There
is
something
besides
all
this
,
something
which
the
arguments
of
the
atheists
can
never
touch
.
But
the
principal
thing
,
and
the
conclusion
of
my
argument
,
is
that
this
is
most
clearly
seen
in
the
heart
of
a
Russian
.
This
is
a
conviction
which
I
have
gained
while
I
have
been
in
this
Russia
of
ours
.
Yes
,
Parfen
!
there
is
work
to
be
done
;
there
is
work
to
be
done
in
this
Russian
world
!
Remember
what
talks
we
used
to
have
in
Moscow
!
And
I
never
wished
to
come
here
at
all
;
and
I
never
thought
to
meet
you
like
this
,
Parfen
!
Well
,
well
--
good-bye
--
good-bye
!
God
be
with
you
!
"
He
turned
and
went
downstairs
.
"
Lef
Nicolaievitch
!
"
cried
Parfen
,
before
he
had
reached
the
next
landing
.
"
Have
you
got
that
cross
you
bought
from
the
soldier
with
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
have
,
"
and
the
prince
stopped
again
.
"
Show
it
me
,
will
you
?
"
A
new
fancy
!
The
prince
reflected
,
and
then
mounted
the
stairs
once
more
.
He
pulled
out
the
cross
without
taking
it
off
his
neck
.
