"You think it's an elm, but for me it has another shape.""What sort of shape?" inquired the monk, after a pause of vain expectation.
"It happens at night.You see those two branches? In the night it is Christ holding out His arms to me and seeking me with those arms, I see it clearly and tremble.It's terrible, terrible!""What is there terrible if it's Christ Himself?""Why, He'll snatch me up and carry me away.""Alive?"
"In the spirit and glory of Elijah, haven't you heard? He will take me in His arms and bear me away."Though the monk returned to the cell he was sharing with one of the brothers, in considerable perplexity of mind, he still cherished at heart a greater reverence for Father Ferapont than for Father Zossima.He was strongly in favour of fasting, and it was not strange that one who kept so rigid a fast as Father Ferapont should "see marvels." His words seemed certainly queer, but God only could tell what was hidden in those words, and were not worse words and acts commonly seen in those who have sacrificed their intellects for the glory of God? The pinching of the devil's tail he was ready and eager to believe, and not only in the figurative sense.Besides he had, before visiting the monastery, a strong prejudice against the institution of "elders," which he only knew of by hearsay and believed to be a pernicious innovation.Before he had been long at the monastery, he had detected the secret murmurings of some shallow brothers who disliked the institution.He was, besides, a meddlesome, inquisitive man, who poked his nose into everything.
This was why the news of the fresh "miracle" performed by Father Zossima reduced him to extreme perplexity.Alyosha remembered afterwards how their inquisitive guest from Obdorsk had been continually flitting to and fro from one group to another, listening and asking questions among the monks that were crowding within and without the elder's cell.But he did not pay much attention to him at the time, and only recollected it afterwards.
He had no thought to spare for it indeed, for when Father Zossima, feeling tired again, had gone back to bed, he thought of Alyosha as he was closing his eyes, and sent for him.Alyosha ran at once.There was no one else in the cell but Father Paissy, Father Iosif, and the novice Porfiry.The elder, opening his weary eyes and looking intently at Alyosha, asked him suddenly:
"Are your people expecting you, my son?"
Alyosha hesitated.
"Haven't they need of you? Didn't you promise someone yesterday to see them to-day?""I did promise- to my father- my brothers- others too.""You see, you must go.Don't grieve.Be sure I shall not die without your being by to hear my last word.To you I will say that word, my son, it will be my last gift to you.To you, dear son, because you love me.But now go to keep your promise."Alyosha immediately obeyed, though it was hard to go.But the promise that he should hear his last word on earth, that it should be the last gift to him, Alyosha, sent a thrill of rapture through his soul.He made haste that he might finish what he had to do in the town and return quickly.Father Paissy, too, uttered some words of exhortation which moved and surprised him greatly.He spoke as they left the cell together.
"Remember, young man, unceasingly," Father Paissy began, without preface, "that the science of this world, which has become a great power, has, especially in the last century, analysed everything divine handed down to us in the holy books.After this cruel analysis the learned of this world have nothing left of all that was sacred of old.
But they have only analysed the parts and overlooked the whole, and indeed their blindness is marvellous.Yet the whole still stands steadfast before their eyes, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.Has it not lasted nineteen centuries, is it not still a living, a moving power in the individual soul and in the masses of people? It is still as strong and living even in the souls of atheists, who have destroyed everything! For even those who have renounced Christianity and attack it, in their inmost being still follow the Christian ideal, for hitherto neither their subtlety nor the ardour of their hearts has been able to create a higher ideal of man and of virtue than the ideal given by Christ of old.When it has been attempted, the result has been only grotesque.Remember this especially, young man, since you are being sent into the world by your departing elder.Maybe, remembering this great day, you will not forget my words, uttered from the heart for your guidance, seeing you are young, and the temptations of the world are great and beyond your strength to endure.Well, now go, my orphan."With these words Father Paissy blessed him.As Alyosha left the monastery and thought them over, he suddenly realised that he had met a new and unexpected friend, a warmly loving teacher, in this austere monk who had hitherto treated him sternly.It was as though Father Zossima had bequeathed him to him at his death, and "perhaps that's just what had passed between them," Alyosha thought suddenly.
The philosophic reflections he had just heard so unexpectedly testified to the warmth of Father Paissy's heart.He was in haste to arm the boy's mind for conflict with temptation and to guard the young soul left in his charge with the strongest defence he could imagine.
Chapter 2
At His Father'sFIRST of all, Alyosha went to his father.On the way he remembered that his father had insisted the day before that he should come without his brother Ivan seeing him."Why so?" Alyosha wondered suddenly."Even if my father has something to say to me alone, why should I go in unseen? Most likely in his excitement yesterday he meant to say something different," he decided.Yet he was very glad when Marfa Ignatyevna, who opened the garden gate to him (Grigory, it appeared, was ill in bed in the lodge), told him in answer to his question that Ivan Fyodorovitch had gone out two hours ago.
"And my father?"
