Kuning said, "Get up and walk up and down in the mud."
It’s nothing. He said it would be easy to teach people to recognize their noble responsibilities and clearly understand their responsibilities. Unfortunately, I know some clergy whose knowledge level and moral quality are not even worthy of being a priest in the army. I think you will agree that an incompetent teacher is far from being an incompetent priest.
Cunin looked at the priest Yakov and saw that he was hunched over and thinking hard, obviously not listening to the guests.
Yasha, come and listen to the woman’s voice behind the partition
Reverend Yakov shivered behind the partition, and then there was a whisper.
Kuning was in a hurry for tea, which made him feel terrible.
No, there is no hope of drinking this tea. He looked at the clock and thought, it seems that I have become an unwelcome person. It is hard to say a word, but I just sit and blink.
Kunin brought the hat and left as soon as Reverend Yakov arrived.
This afternoon was wasted. Lu Kuning thought ruefully that he was a log and a stump. His interest in the school was different from my interest in last year’s snow. I couldn’t fool around with him and get things done with him. Once the chief aristocrat knew that the priest here was such a creature, he wouldn’t worry about school affairs any more. First, he had to find a good priest, and then he had to arrange school affairs.
Now Kunin simply hates Reverend Yakov. His poor and ridiculous figure, wrinkled tunic, woman’s face praying, and his timid and deferential attitude in officialdom have violated the little religious feelings in Kunin’s chest. This feeling was quietly passed away with his fairy tale when he was nursing. He was enthusiastic and sincere about other people’s careers, but he was treated so coldly and indifferently. This is something he can’t bear to respect.
That night, Kunin paced back and forth in his room and thought hard. Finally, he resolutely sat down at his desk and wrote a letter to the bishop. He asked for funds and prayed for blessings. At the same time, he sincerely stated his views on the priest in Sinkovo village. He was young. He wrote that he lacked adequate education and seemed to drink too much. Such a person did not meet the requirements of the Russian people for generations. After writing the letter, Kunin was deeply relieved and slept contentedly.
On Monday morning, Kunin was still lying in bed. The man reported that Priest Yakov was visiting, and he was very reluctant to get up. He told me that he was not at home on Tuesday, and that the mediation judge came to the court on Saturday. Later, I heard from people that Priest Yakov came to see him every day.
He is really my little sweet bread, Kuning thought.
On Sunday, towards the evening, Reverend Yakov came again. This time, not only was his skirt and hat stained with mud, but he was also red-faced and sweaty, and he sat next to the chair. Kunin was determined not to misbehave and never play the lute to a cow again.
Pavel mikhailovich, I brought you a textbook. Reverend Yakov spoke first.
thank you
From all the signs, it seems that Reverend Yakov didn’t come here alone. He looked very upset, but at the same time, his face was broken. He suddenly thought of an idea. He was anxious to say a major and extremely necessary event, and his eyes were courageous and timid.
Why didn’t he say anything? Kunin was annoyed. He sat casually. I don’t have time to waste with him.
The priest tried hard to break this embarrassing situation of silence, covering up his heart and struggling to squeeze a little smile. This smile made him blush and sweat. His blue-gray eyes were glassy and formed a fresh contrast. Kunin couldn’t look at it, so he turned around and felt extremely hateful.
I’m sorry, father, but I have to go outside, he said
Reverend Yakov shivered like a dreamer, but he continued to smile and cover his clothes in a flurry. When Kunin met him, he felt that this man was hateful and pitiful and wanted to change his blunt attitude.
Father, come back next time. He said, but before parting, I want to be realistic with you. I wrote two sermons on a whim, so I’ll let you read them.
Good sir, reverend Yakov said, reaching out and covering the table with his palm. Kunin wrote a sermon, my husband
He stood for a moment, hesitated for a moment, wrapped his skirt tighter, and suddenly his face turned hard and he raised his head with a smile.
Bavel mikhailovich said he could see it, and he tried to speak louder and clearer.
Ask what is it?
I heard that you are going to dismiss Jiwen and now you are looking for a new one.
Yes, so is there anyone you want to recommend to me?
Do you know, I, uh, can you give me this position
Are you going to quit the priesthood? Kunin asked in surprise.
No, no, Reverend Yakov immediately replied, I don’t know why. He turned pale and trembled all over. Please bless you and doubt my idea. That’s not necessary. I want to smoke some childhood to increase my income. No, don’t bother you.
Hum in, but I give Wen a mere 20 rubles a month.
God, I can’t ask for ten rubles, murmured the priest. I’m satisfied when I look back at ten rubles. You think it’s strange, don’t you? Anyone who listens to it will think it’s strange that a greedy priest loves money. Where are all his money? I also think it’s greed, blame myself, blame myself and live up to everyone. I’ll say a word of conscience to you, Pavel mikhailovich.
Priest Yakov gasped and went on.
On the way here, I have thought of a long speech to show my heart to you, but now I forget what to say. Every year, I pay 150 rubles. Everyone wonders where I spend all this money. I explain to you with my conscience that every year, I want my brother Peter to give 40 rubles to the religious school. Everything in his school is up to me.
Oh, I believe it, but why do you want to say these things? Kuning felt heavy when he heard these revealing words from the guests, and dared not look at each other’s tearful eyes and waved and said
Mr. Huan, I want to pay a sum of money to the supervision bureau of the teaching area. According to the regulations, I have to pay 200 rubles for this position, that is, 10 rubles per month. Think about how much I have left. In addition, I have to pay at least 10 rubles to Father Abla Ami every month
Which Abla Ami priest?
It’s the village of Sinkowo, my former father Abla Ami. He lost his post because of his infirmity, but he still lives in Sinkowo. What do you want him to do? Who will feed him? He’s old, but he has to live and eat. I can’t stand watching him beg in the street, so my sin will be great. He’s in debt, and it’s also my fault that I didn’t pay off his debts.