TULLE VEIL : write.' 'You can read?' 'Yes, I can read and write. I learnt, by the help of God and tulle veil people.' 'Have you a family?' 'No, not a family.' 'How so?... Are they dead, then?' 'No, but ... I have never been lucky in life. But all that is in God's hands; we are all in God's hands; and a man should be righteous--that is all! Upright before God, that is it.' 'And you have no kindred?' 'Yes ... well....' The old man was confused. 'Tell me, please,' I began: 'I heard my coachman ask you why you did not cure Martin? You cure disease?' 'Your coachman is a righteous man,' Kassyan answered thoughtfully. 'I too am not without sin. They call me a doctor.... Me a doctor, indeed! And who can heal the sick? That is all a gift from God. But there are
TULLE VEIL : ... yes, there are herbs, and there are flowers; they are of use, of a certainty. There is plantain, for instance, a herb good for man; there is bud-marigold too; it is not sinful to speak tulle veil them: they are holy herbs of God. Then there are others not so; and they may be of use, but it's a sin; and to speak of them is a sin. Still, with prayer, may be.... And doubtless there are such words.... But who has faith, shall be saved,' he added, dropping his voice. 'You did not give Martin anything?' I asked. 'I heard of it too late,' replied the old man. 'But what of it! Each man's destiny is written from his birth. The carpenter Martin was not to live; he was not to live upon the earth: that was what it was. No,
TULLE VEIL : when a man is not to live on the earth, him the sunshine does not warm like another, and him the bread does not nourish and make strong; it is as though something is drawing him away.... Yes: God rest his soul!' 'Have you been settled long amongst us?' I asked him after a short pause. Kassyan started. 'No, not long; four years. In the old master's time we always lived in our old houses, but the trustees transported us. Our old master was a kind heart, a man of peace--the Kingdom of Heaven be his! The trustees doubtless judged righteously.' 'And where did you live before?' 'At Fair Springs.' 'Is it far from here?' 'A hundred miles.' 'Well, were tulle veil better off there?' 'Yes ... yes, there there was open country, with rivers; it was our
TULLE VEIL : home: here we are cramped and parched up.... Here we are strangers. There at home, at Fair Springs, you could get up on to a hill--and ah, my God, what a sight you could see! Streams and plains and forests, and there was a church, and then came plains beyond. You could see far, very far. Yes, how far you could look--you could look and look, ah, yes! Here, doubtless, the soil is better; it is clay--good fat clay, as the peasants tulle veil for me the corn grows well enough everywhere.' 'Confess then, old man; you would like to visit your birth-place again?' 'Yes, I should like to see it. Still, all places are good. I am a man without kin, without neighbours. And, after all, do you gain much, pray, by staying at home? But, behold! as you walk, and as you walk,'
TULLE VEIL : he went on, raising his voice, 'the heart grows lighter, of a truth. And the sun shines upon you, and you are in the sight of God, and the singing comes more tunefully. Here, tulle veil look--what herb is growing; you look on it--you pick it. Here water runs, perhaps--spring water, a source of pure holy water; so you drink of it--you look on it too. The birds of heaven sing.... And beyond Kursk come the steppes, that steppes-country: ah, what a marvel, what a delight for man! what freedom, what a blessing of God! And they go on, folks tell, even to the warm seas where dwells the sweet-voiced bird, the Hamayune, and from the trees the leaves fall not, neither in autumn nor in winter, and apples grow of gold, on silver branches, and every man lives in
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