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We sent for one of the ministers, with whom I was pleased; he invited us to hold a meeting with them on a future occasion if we could make it accord with our journey, which I hope will be accomplished. We obtained some information respecting the Molokans, and were directed to Nicolai Schmidt in Steinbach, who often has communication with them.
Their worship is simple, commencing with silence and prayer, and they do not use the ceremonies and discipline common among most other Christians; but they are firm believers in the Christian faith, and many of them are spiritually-minded people. On the 15th John Yeardley and William Rasche, under the conduct of N. Schmidt, left Neuhoffnung to visit the Molokans.
From the way in which those fellows keep singing about palms, I should judge them to be sectarians of the sort called Mennonites." "Or Molokans, rather?" the other man suggested as he seated himself in front of the fire. "Yes, or Molokans. Molokans or Mennonites they're all one. It is a German faith and though such fellows love a Teuton, they do not exactly welcome US."
Then he extracted a pipe from his breast pocket, filled it with tobacco, lit it with a faggot taken from the fire, and said as he set himself to listen to the singing of the Molokans: "They are filled full, and have started bleating. Always folk like them seek to be on the right side of the Almighty." "Does that hurt you in any way?" Vasili asked with a smile.
There were ten of the tenants at Samoylenka, and with their labourers there were thirty altogether, and all of them Molokans . . . . So one of them says to me at the market: 'Come and have a look, Merik; we have brought some new horses from the fair. I was interested, of course. I went up to them, and the whole lot of them, thirty men, tied my hands behind me and led me to the river.
"One party went by early this morning, and the other, Ivan Ivanitch, put up here for dinner and went on towards evening." "Ah! . . . Has Varlamov been by or not?" "No, Ivan Ivanitch. His clerk, Grigory Yegoritch, went by yesterday morning and said that he had to be to-day at the Molokans' farm." "Good! so we will go after the waggons directly and then on to the Molokans'."
All the waggons being loaded up with great bales of wool looked very high and fat, while the horses looked short-legged and little. "Well, then, we shall go on to the Molokans'!" Kuzmitchov said aloud. "The Jew told us that Varlamov was putting up for the night at the Molokans'. So good-bye, lads! Good luck to you!" "Good-bye, Ivan Ivanitch," several voices replied.
We'll stay a quarter of an hour and then go on; we can stay the night at the Molokans'." "A quarter of an hour!" squealed Moisey Moisevitch. "Have you no fear of God, Ivan Ivanitch? You will compel me to hide your caps and lock the door! You must have a cup of tea and a snack of something, anyway." "We have no time for tea," said Kuzmitchov.
Still the rivulet was purling as it flowed, and the fire crackling; while bathed in the red glow of the flames there was sitting, bent forward, the dark, stonelike figure of the Molokans' watchman, with the axe at his feet reflecting the radiant gleam of the moon in the sky above us. All the earth seemed to be sleeping as ever the waning stars seemed to draw nearer and nearer....
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