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Updated: May 20, 2025
"And where have I seen him before? Or does he resemble some acquaintance of mine?" Suddenly it somehow struck Foma with particular vividness that the humble preacher before him was no other than the son of old Anany Shchurov. Stunned by this conjecture, he walked up to the pilgrim and seating himself by his side, inquired freely: "Are you from Irgiz, father?"
He also knew that Shchurov had got rid of two wives one of them died during the first night of the wedding, in Anany's embraces. Then he took his son's wife away from him, and his son took to drink for grief and would have perished in drunkenness had he not come to himself in time and gone off to save himself in a hermitage, in Irgiz.
"Why Mikhail?" asked the pilgrim. "There was in our town the son of a certain merchant Shchurov, he also went off to the Irgiz. And his name was Mikhail." Foma spoke and fixedly looked at Father Miron; but the latter was as calm as a deaf-mute "I never met such a man. I don't remember, I never met him," said he, thoughtfully. "So you wished to inquire about him?" "Yes."
The pilgrim raised his head, turned his face toward Foma slowly and heavily, scrutinized him and said in a calm and gentle voice: "I was on the Irgiz, too." "Are you a native of that place?" "Are you now coming from there?" "No, I am coming from Saint Stephen." The conversation broke off. Foma lacked the courage to ask the pilgrim whether he was not Shchurov.
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