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Updated: June 19, 2025
Only in such a position did his deformed neck permit him to see the clouds above his head. This morning the sky was of a uniform grey. Up there hung the damp, cold mist of dawn, almost extinguishing the sun, hiding the unknown vastness behind and pouring despondency over the earth. Tyapa crossed himself, and leaning on his elbow, looked round to see whether there was any vodki left.
"Where are they now?" "Disappeared . . . Tyapa . . . died out. . . ." The old man was silent, then asked again: "And where are the Philistines?" "These also. . . ." "Have all these died out?" "Yes . . . all. . . ." "And so . . . we also will die out?" "There will come a time when we also will die," said the teacher indifferently. "And to what tribe of Israel do we belong?"
The brazen sound coming from the belfry rang out into the dark and died away, and before its last indistinct note was drowned another stroke was heard and the monotonous silence was again broken by the melancholy clang of bells. The next morning Tyapa was the first to wake up. Lying on his back he looked up into the sky.
And in the dawn, which filled the dosshouse, a solemn stillness reigned over all. Long and silently they sat at the feet of their dead companion, seldom looking at him, and both plunged in thought. Then Tyapa asked: "Will you bury him?" "I? No, let the police bury him!" "You took money from Vaviloff for this petition . . . and I will give you some if you have not enough."
"I have not long to live," said Tyapa, quietly. Once the teacher asked how he had learned to read. "In prison," answered Tyapa, shortly. "Have you been there?" "I was there...." "For what?" "Just so.... It was a mistake.... But I brought the Bible out with me from there. A lady gave it to me.... It is good in prison, brother." "Is that so? And why?"
I shall place the stone on the grass, and attach the anchor to it with a very heavy chain." "Why? You are playing tricks. . . ." "Well . . . It is no business of yours." "Look out! I shall tell . . ." again threatened Tyapa. Aristid Fomich looked at him sullenly and said nothing. Again they sat there in that silence which, in the presence of the dead, is so full of mystery.
Tyapa spoke strongly and plainly, and there was faith in his words. He had been speaking a long time, and the teacher, who was generally drunk and in a speechless condition, could not stand it any longer. He looked at the dry, wrinkled old man, felt the great force of these words, and suddenly began to pity himself.
"It teaches one . . . I learned to read there . . . I also got this book . . . And all these you see, free. . . ." When the teacher appeared in the dosshouse, Tyapa had already lived there for some time. He looked long into the teacher's face, as if to discover what kind of a man he was.
"Disappeared ... Tyapa ... died out ..." The old man was silent, then asked again: "And where are the Philistines?" "These also ..." "Have all these died out?" "Yes ... all ..." "And so ... we also will die out?" "There will come a time when we also will die," said the teacher indifferently. "And to what tribe of Israel do we belong?"
"Though I have his money . . . still I shall not bury him." "That is not right. You are robbing the dead. I will tell them all that you want to keep his money." . . . Tyapa threatened him. "You are a fool, you old devil!" said Kuvalda, contemptuously. "I am not a fool . . . but it is not right nor friendly." "Enough! Be off!" "How much money is there?"
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