too, Mr. Savva
Tropinin.
SAVVA
Good morning, good morning. You have come after all? You were not
afraid?
KONDRATY _(calmly)_
Why should I be afraid? You won't kill me, I suppose, and if you
should, it would be sweet to die at your hands.
SAVVA
What bravery! And how clean you are! You are positively painful to
look at. You didn't make quite so smart an appearance when you lay
wallowing in the puddle. You were a little the worse for the mud, and
so on.
KONDRATY _(shrugging his shoulders and speaking with dignity)_ It's
no use recalling that incident now. It's quite out of place. Mr.
Tropinin, it's time for you to have done with your spite and malice,
high time.
SAVVA
Well?
KONDRATY
That's all. There is no "well" about it. You have had your shot. Be
satisfied.
SAVVA
Are congratulations upon the miracle in order?
KONDRATY
Yes, Mr. Tropinin, upon the miracle--the miracle, indeed. _(He weeps
with a bland air, wiping his face with his handkerchief)_ God granted
that I should live to see the day.
SAVVA _(rising and advancing a step toward the monk; peremptorily)_
Enough now! Stop your hocus-pocus. You have played your trick. Now
stop, or I'll knock all that jugglery out of you. Do you hear?
FRIAR
Mr. Savva, good Mr. Savva, please don't.
KONDRATY _(drawing back a little)_
Not so loud, not so loud. We are not in the forest where you can kill
rich merchants and get away with it. There are people here.
SAVVA _(lowering his voice)_
Well, tell me all about it. Come on.
KONDRATY
What's the use of going away? I can tell you everything right here. I
have no secrets. It's you who have secrets. I am all here.
SAVVA
You'll lie if you tell it here.
KONDRATY _(heatedly, with tears)_
Shame, Mr. Tropinin! Shame! Shame! Why do you insult me? Is it because
you saw me lying in the puddle? It's a sin, a shame!
SAVVA _(perplexed)_
What's the matter with you?
KONDRATY
Do you think I am going to lie on a day like this? Miss Olympiada,
you at least ought to know--Good God! Good God! Why, Christ has just
arisen! Do you understand?
_[The crowd increases. Some cast glances at the group with the two
monks before they pass on._
LIPA _(excitedly)_
Father Kondraty--
KONDRATY _(beating his breast)_
Do you understand? I have lived all my life like a scoundrel, so why,
why did God do this with me? Do you understand, Miss Olympiada? Do you
understand? Eh?
SAVVA _(p
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