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During
the
reading
,
especially
at
the
frequent
and
rapid
repetition
of
the
same
words
,
“
Lord
,
have
mercy
on
us
!
”
which
resounded
with
an
echo
,
Levin
felt
that
thought
was
shut
and
sealed
up
,
and
that
it
must
not
be
touched
or
stirred
now
or
confusion
would
be
the
result
;
and
so
standing
behind
the
deacon
he
went
on
thinking
of
his
own
affairs
,
neither
listening
nor
examining
what
was
said
.
“
It
’
s
wonderful
what
expression
there
is
in
her
hand
,
”
he
thought
,
remembering
how
they
had
been
sitting
the
day
before
at
a
corner
table
.
They
had
nothing
to
talk
about
,
as
was
almost
always
the
case
at
this
time
,
and
laying
her
hand
on
the
table
she
kept
opening
and
shutting
it
,
and
laughed
herself
as
she
watched
her
action
.
He
remembered
how
he
had
kissed
it
and
then
had
examined
the
lines
on
the
pink
palm
.
“
Have
mercy
on
us
again
!
”
thought
Levin
,
crossing
himself
,
bowing
,
and
looking
at
the
supple
spring
of
the
deacon
’
s
back
bowing
before
him
.
“
She
took
my
hand
then
and
examined
the
lines
‘
You
’
ve
got
a
splendid
hand
,
’
she
said
.
”
And
he
looked
at
his
own
hand
and
the
short
hand
of
the
deacon
.
“
Yes
,
now
it
will
soon
be
over
,
”
he
thought
.
“
No
,
it
seems
to
be
beginning
again
,
”
he
thought
,
listening
to
the
prayers
.
“
No
,
it
’
s
just
ending
:
there
he
is
bowing
down
to
the
ground
.
That
’
s
always
at
the
end
.
”
The
deacon
’
s
hand
in
a
plush
cuff
accepted
a
three
-
rouble
note
unobtrusively
,
and
the
deacon
said
he
would
put
it
down
in
the
register
,
and
his
new
boots
creaking
jauntily
over
the
flagstones
of
the
empty
church
,
he
went
to
the
altar
.
A
moment
later
he
peeped
out
thence
and
beckoned
to
Levin
.
Thought
,
till
then
locked
up
,
began
to
stir
in
Levin
’
s
head
,
but
he
made
haste
to
drive
it
away
.
“
It
will
come
right
somehow
,
”
he
thought
,
and
went
towards
the
altar
-
rails
.
He
went
up
the
steps
,
and
turning
to
the
right
saw
the
priest
.
The
priest
,
a
little
old
man
with
a
scanty
grizzled
beard
and
weary
,
good
-
natured
eyes
,
was
standing
at
the
altar
-
rails
,
turning
over
the
pages
of
a
missal
.
With
a
slight
bow
to
Levin
he
began
immediately
reading
prayers
in
the
official
voice
.
When
he
had
finished
them
he
bowed
down
to
the
ground
and
turned
,
facing
Levin
.
“
Christ
is
present
here
unseen
,
receiving
your
confession
,
”
he
said
,
pointing
to
the
crucifix
.
“
Do
you
believe
in
all
the
doctrines
of
the
Holy
Apostolic
Church
?
”
the
priest
went
on
,
turning
his
eyes
away
from
Levin
’
s
face
and
folding
his
hands
under
his
stole
.
“
I
have
doubted
,
I
doubt
everything
,
”
said
Levin
in
a
voice
that
jarred
on
himself
,
and
he
ceased
speaking
.
The
priest
waited
a
few
seconds
to
see
if
he
would
not
say
more
,
and
closing
his
eyes
he
said
quickly
,
with
a
broad
,
Vladimirsky
accent
:
“
Doubt
is
natural
to
the
weakness
of
mankind
,
but
we
must
pray
that
God
in
His
mercy
will
strengthen
us
.
What
are
your
special
sins
?
”
he
added
,
without
the
slightest
interval
,
as
though
anxious
not
to
waste
time
.
“
My
chief
sin
is
doubt
.
I
have
doubts
of
everything
,
and
for
the
most
part
I
am
in
doubt
.
”
“
Doubt
is
natural
to
the
weakness
of
mankind
,
”
the
priest
repeated
the
same
words
.
“
What
do
you
doubt
about
principally
?
”
“
I
doubt
of
everything
.
