"Tut—tut—tut—sanctimoniousnessandstockphrases! , asinSchiller''tlikefalsehood, Fathers, ! Fathermonks, whydoyoufast? Whydoyouexpectrewardinheavenforthat? Why, forrewardlikethatIwillcomeandfasttoo! No, saintlymonk, youtrybeingvirtuousintheworld, dogoodtosociety, withoutshuttingyourselfupinamonasteryatotherpeople'sexpense, andwithoutexpectingarewardupaloftforit—you', too, ?" Hewentuptothetable."Oldportwine, , fie, fathers! , hehehe! Andwhohasprovideditall? TheRussianpeasant, thelaborer, bringsherethefarthingearnedbyhishornyhand, wringingitfromhisfamilyandthetax-gatherer! Youbleedthepeople, youknow, holyfathers."
"Thisistoodisgraceful!" saidFatherIosif.
FatherPa?ssykeptobstinatelysilent.Miüsovrushedfromtheroom, andKalganovafterhim.
"Well, Father, IwillfollowPyotrAlexandrovitch! , Ishan', ! No, I', forallthehumiliationIendured." Hethumpedthetablewithhisfistinaparoxysmofsimulatedfeeling."Thismonasteryhasplayedagreatpartinmylife! , thecrazyone, , , fathers! ThisistheageofLiberalism, , norahundredroubles, no, norahundredfarthingswillyougetoutofme!"
Itmustbenotedagainthatourmonasteryneverhadplayedanygreatpartinhislife, , , hefeltthatitwastimetodrawback.
TheFatherSuperiorbowedhisheadathismaliciouslie, andagainspokeimpressively:
"Itiswrittenagain, 'Bearcircumspectlyandgladlydishonorthatcomethupontheebynoactofthineown, benotconfoundedandhatenothimwhohathdishonoredthee.' Andsowillwe."
