considered　my　position；　while　expecting　every　moment　to　be
  visited　with　the　divine　wrathto　be　struck　with　sudden　death；
  perhaps！an　insupportable　thought！　Then　suddenly　the　reassuring
  thought　occurred　to　me：　〃Why　should　I　not　drive　out　to　the
  monastery　when　the　morning　comes；　and　see　the　priest　again；　and
  make　a　second　confession？〃　Thereafter　I　grew　calmer。
  VII
  THE　EXPEDITION　TO　THE　MONASTERY
  Several　times　that　night　I　woke　in　terror　at　the　thought　that　I
  might　be　oversleeping　myself；　and　by　six　o'clock　was　out　of　bed；
  although　the　dawn　was　hardly　peeping　in　at　the　window。　I　put　on
  my　clothes　and　boots　（all　of　which　were　lying　tumbled　and
  unbrushed　beside　the　bed；　since　Nicola；　of　course　had　not　been　in
  yet　to　tidy　them　up）；　and；　without　a　prayer　said　or　my　face
  washed；　emerged；　for　the　first　time　in　my　life；　into　the　street
  ALONE。
  Over　the　way；　behind　the　green　roof　of　a　large　building；　the　dim；
  cold　dawn　was　beginning　to　blush　red。　The　keen　frost　of　the
  spring　morning　which　had　stiffened　the　pools　and　mud　and　made
  them　crackle　under　my　feet　now　nipped　my　face　and　hands　also。　Not
  a　cab　was　to　be　seen；　though　I　had　counted　upon　one　to　make　the
  journey　out　and　home　the　quicker。　Only　a　file　of　waggons　was
  rumbling　along　the　Arbat　Prospect；　and　a　couple　of　bricklayers
  talking　noisily　together　as　they　strode　along　the　pavement。
  However；　after　walking　a　verst　or　so　I　began　to　meet　men　and
  women　taking　baskets　to　market　or　going　with　empty　barrels　to
  fetch　the　day's　water　supply；　until　at　length；　at　the　cross
  streets　near　the　Arbat　Gate；　where　a　pieman　had　set　up　his　stall
  and　a　baker　was　just　opening　his　shop；　I　espied　an　old　cabman
  shaking　himself　after　indulging　in　a　nap　on　the　box　of　his　be…
  scratched　old　blue…painted；　hobble…de…hoy　wreck　of　a　drozhki。　He
  seemed　barely　awake　as　he　asked　twenty　copecks　as　the　fare　to　the
  monastery　and　back；　but　came　to　himself　a　moment　afterwards；　just
  as　I　was　about　to　get　in；　and；　touching　up　his　horse　with　the
  spare　end　of　the　reins；　started　to　drive　off　and　leave　me。　〃My
  horse　wants　feeding；〃　he　growled；　〃I　can't　take　you；　barin。＇Sir＇〃
  With　some　difficulty　and　a　promise　of　FORTY　copecks　I　persuaded
  him　to　stop。　He　eyed　me　narrowly　as　he　pulled　up；　but
  nevertheless　said：　〃Very　well。　Get　in；　barin。〃　I　must　confess
  that　I　had　some　qualms　lest　he　should　drive　me　to　a　quiet　corner
  somewhere；　and　then　rob　me；　but　I　caught　hold　of　the　collar　of
  his　ragged　driving…coat；　close　to　where　his　wrinkled　neck　showed
  sadly　lean　above　his　hunched…up　back；　and　climbed　on　to　the　blue…
  painted；　curved；　rickety　scat。　As　we　set　off　along　Vozdvizhenka
  Street；　I　noticed　that　the　back　of　the　drozhki　was　covered　with　a
  strip　of　the　same　greenish　material　as　that　of　which　his　coat　was
  made。　For　some　reason　or　another　this　reassured　me；　and　I　no
  longer　felt　nervous　of　being　taken　to　a　quiet　spot　and　robbed。
  The　sun　had　risen　to　a　good　height；　and　was　gilding　the　cupolas
  of　the　churches；　when　we　arrived　at　the　monastery。　In　the　shade
  the　frost　had　not　yet　given；　but　in　the　open　roadway　muddy
  rivulets　of　water　were　coursing　along；　and　it　was　through　fast…
  thawing　mire　that　the　horse　went　clip…clopping　his　way。
  Alighting；　and　entering　the　monastery　grounds；　I　inquired　of　the
  first　monk　whom　I　met　where　I　could　find　the　priest　whom　I　was
  seeking。
  〃His　cell　is　over　there；〃　replied　the　monk　as　he　stopped　a　moment
  and　pointed　towards　a　little　building　up　to　which　a　flight　of
  steps　led。
  〃I　respectfully　thank　you；〃　I　said；　and　then　fell　to　wondering
  what　all　the　monks　（who　at　that　moment　began　to　come　filing　out
  of　the　church）　must　be　thinking　of　me　as　they　glanced　in　my
  direction。　I　was　neither　a　grown…up　nor　a　child；　while　my　face
  was　unwashed；　my　hair　unbrushed；　my　clothes　tumbled；　and　my　boots
  unblacked　and　muddy。　To　what　class　of　persons　were　the　brethren
  assigning　mefor　they　stared　at　me　hard　enough？　Nevertheless　I
  proceeded　in　the　direction　which　the　young　priest　had　pointed　out
  to　me。
  An　old　man　with　bushy　grey　eyebrows　and　a　black　cassock　met　me　on
  the　narrow　path　to　the　cells；　and　asked　me　what　I　wanted。　For　a
  brief　moment　I　felt　inclined　to　say　〃Nothing；〃　and　then　run　back
  to　the　drozhki　and　drive　away　home；　but；　for　all　its　beetling
  brows；　the　face　of　the　old　man　inspired　confidence；　and　I　merely
  said　that　I　wished　to　see　the　priest　（whom　I　named）。
  〃Very　well；　young　sir；　I　will　take　you　to　him；〃　said　the　old　man
  as　he　turned　round。　Clearly　he　had　guessed　my　errand　at　a　stroke。
  〃The　father　is　at　matins　at　this　moment；　but　he　will　soon　be
  back；〃　and；　opening　a　door；　the　old　man　led　me　through　a　neat
  hall　and　corridor；　all　lined　with　clean　matting；　to　a　cell。
  〃Please　to　wait　here；〃　he　added；　and　then；　with　a　kind；
  reassuring　glance；　departed。
  The　little　room　in　which　I　found　myself　was　of　the　smallest
  possible　dimensions；　but　extremely　neat　and　clean。　Its　furniture
  only　consisted　of　a　small　table　（covered　with　a　cloth；　and　placed
  between　two　equally　small　casement…windows；　in　which　stood　two
  pots　of　geraniums）；　a　stand　of　ikons；　with　a　lamp　suspended　in
  front　of　them；　a　bench；　and　two　chairs。　In　one　corner　hung　a　wall
  clock；　with　little　flowers　painted　on　its　dial；　and　brass　weights
  to　its　chains；　while　upon　two　nails　driven　into　a　screen　（which；
  fastened　to　the　ceiling　with　whitewashed　pegs；　probably　concealed
  the　bed）　hung　a　couple　of　cassocks。　The　windows　looked　out　upon　a
  whitewashed　wall；　about　two　arshins　distant；　and　in　the　space
  between　them　there　grew　a　small　lilac…bush。
  Not　a　sound　penetrated　from　without；　and　in　the　stillness　the
  measured；　friendly　stroke　of　the　clock's　pendulum　seemed　to　beat
  quite　loudly。　The　instant　that　I　found　myself　alone　in　this　calm
  retreat　all　other　thoughts　and　recollections　left　my　head　as
  completely　as　though　they　had　never　been　there；　and　I　subsided
  into　an　inexpressibly　pleasing　kind　of　torpor。　The　rusty　alpaca
  cassocks　with　their　frayed　linings；　the　worn　black　leather
  bindings　of　the　books　with　their　metal　clasps；　the　dull…green
  plants　with　their　carefully　watered　leaves　and　soil；　and；　above
  all；　the　abrupt；　regular　beat　of　the　pendulum；　all　spoke　to　me
  intimately　of　some　new　life　hitherto　unknown　to　mea　life　of
  unity　and　prayer；　of　calm；　restful　happiness。
  〃The　months；　the　years；　may　pass；〃　I　thought　to　myself；　〃but　he
  remains　alonealways　at　peace；　always　knowing　that　his
  conscience　is　pure　before　God；　that　his　prayer　will　be　heard　by
  Him。〃　For　fully　half　an　hour　I　sat　on　that　chair；　trying　not　to
  move；　not　even　to　breathe　loudly；　for　fear　I　should　mar　the
  harmony　of　the　sounds　which　were　telling　me　so　much；　and　ever　the
  pendulum　continued　to　beat　the　samenow　a　little　louder　to　the
  right；　now　a　little　softer　to　the　left。
  VIII
  THE　SECOND　CONFESSION
  Suddenly　the　sound　of　the　priest's　footsteps　roused　me　from　this
  reverie。
  〃Good　morning　to　you；〃　he　said　as　he　smoothed　his　grey　hair　with
  his　hand。　〃What　can　I　do　for　you？〃
  I　besought　him　to　give　me　his　blessing；　and　then　kissed　his
  small；　wizened　hand　with　great　fervour。　After　I　had　explained　to
  him　my　errand　he　said　nothing；　but　moved　away　towards　the　ikons；
  and　began　to　read　the　exhortation：　whereupon　I　overcame　my　shame；
  and　told　him　all　that　was　in　my　heart。　Finally　he　laid　his　hands
  upon　my　head；　and　pronounced　in　his　even；　resonant　voice　the
  words：　〃My　son；　may　the　blessing　of　Our　Heavenly　Father　be　upon
  thee；　and　may　He　always　preserve　thee　in　faithfulness；　loving…
  kindness；　and　meekness。　Amen。〃
  I　was　entirely　happy。　Tears　of　joy　coursed　down　my　face　as　I
  kissed　the　hem　of　his　cassock　and　then　raised　my　head　again。　The
  face　of　the　priest　expressed　perfect　tranquillity。　So　keenly　did
  I　feel　the　joy　of　reconciliation　that；　fearing　in　any　way　to
  dispel　it；　I　took　hasty　leave　of　him；　and；　without　looking　to　one
  side　of　me　or　the　other　（in　order　that　my　attention　might　not　be
  distracted）；　left　the　grounds　and　re…entered　the　rickety；
  battered　drozhki。　Yet　the　joltings　of　the　vehicle　and　the　variety
  of　objects　which　flitted　past　my　eyes　soon　dissipated　that
  feeling；　and　I　became　filled　with　nothing　but　the　idea　that　the
  priest　must　have　thought　me　the　finest…spirited　young　man　he　had
  ever　met；　or　ever　would　meet；　in　the　whole　of　his　life。　Indeed；　I
  reflected；　there　could　not　be　many　such　as　myselfof　that　I　felt
  sure；　and　the　conviction　produced　in　me　the　kind　of　complacency
  which　craves　for　self…communication　to　another。　I　had　a　great
  desire　to　unbosom　myself　to　some　one；　and　as　there　was　no　one
  else　to　speak　to；　I　addressed　myself　to　the　cabman。
  〃Was　I　very　long　gone？　〃　I　asked　him。
  〃　No；　not　very　long；〃　he　replied。　He　seemed　to　have　grown　more
  cheerful　under　the　influence　of　the　sunshine。　〃Yet　now　it　is　a
  good　while　past　my　horse's　feeding…time。　You　see；　I　am　a　night
  cabman。〃
  〃Well；　I　only　seemed　to　myself　to