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The Sealed Angel - Nikolai Leskov
Nikolai Leskov
The Sealed Angel
EAN 8596547168416
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CHAPTER I
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It was Christmas time. The weather had become very severe, a cruel snowstorm was raging, one of those which make winter in the Steppes famous; a number of people had been driven by it to take refuge in the lonely post-house standing by itself in the midst of the level, limitless plain. Here were gathered together a crowd of gentlefolk, merchants, and peasants. It was quite impossible to pay attention to differences of rank and office in such a night shelter: wherever you turned you jostled against people; some were drying themselves, others warming themselves, others again were seeking even the smallest corner where they could take refuge. In the dark, low cottage overflowing with travellers the air was foul and a thick steam rose from the wet clothes; there seemed to be hardly a vacant place, either on the floor or on the stove or on the benches, and even on the muddy earthen floor people were lying everywhere. The landlord, a rough peasant, was not pleased either with his guests or his gains. He angrily slammed the door after the last arrivals, two merchants in a sledge; he then locked the door and, hanging up the key in the corner of the hut where the icons hung said decidedly:
Now whoever you are who wish to come in you may beat your head against the door but I shall not open.
He had hardly finished saying this and having taken off his ample sheepskin pelisse and crossed himself with the ancient great cross, he was prepared to slip on to the hot stove, when a timid hand knocked on the window. Who is there?
cried the landlord in a loud, impatient voice.
We,
was answered in a muffled tone through the window.
Well, and what do you want?
For Christ's sake let us in; we have lost our way and are frozen.
And how many are you?
Not many, not many; we are eighteen in all,
said the speaker at the window, stammering and with his teeth chattering; evidently a man thoroughly frozen.
I have nowhere to put you, the whole house is crammed with people.
Let us in at least to warm ourselves.
And. who are you?
We are carters.
Are your carts empty or full?
We are laden with skins of beasts.
Skins; you are carrying skins, and you ask to pass the night here? Well, to be sure, nice people appear in Russia now! Be off with you.
But what are they to do?
said a traveller lying in a coat lined with bearskin.
Let them unload their skins and sleep under them, that's what they can do,
answered the landlord; and having soundly rated the carters, he lay down on the stove and never stirred.
The traveller who was under the bearskin made an energetic protest against the cruelty of the landlord, but the latter paid no attention to his remarks. But he was answered from a far-off corner by a small red-haired man with a pointed wedge-shaped beard.
Oh, don't condemn the landlord, sir,
said he, his suggestion is right—they are in no danger with their furs.
Oh, indeed,
answered in a questioning voice the traveller in the bearskin.
They are certainly in no danger of freezing, and it is much better that he should not let them come in.
And why?
Because they have now received his useful suggestion, and besides, if another helpless traveller comes here there will be room for him.
Then the bearskin speaker said, But whom is the devil likely to send here?
The landlord now broke in. Listen, and don't you chatter idle words. Is it likely that the Enemy would send anyone here where there are such holy pictures? Do you not see that we have here an icon of the Saviour and one of the Mother of God?
The red-haired man added his testimony. That's true. No saved soul would be brought here by the devil, but his guardian angel would lead him.
Well, I never understood that, and as I am very uncomfortable here I can't believe that my guardian angel brought me,
answered the garrulous bearskin.
Here the landlord spat angrily, and the red-haired man muttered amiably that everyone cannot see the angel's path, and only a real Christian can have an idea of it.
You speak of this as if you were yourself such a real Christian,
said the bearskin.
Yes, and so I am.
What do you mean? Have you really seen an angel, and did he guide you?
Yes, I saw him and he always guided me.
"Are you joking?
God forbid that I should joke about this matter.
And did you really see him, and how did the angel appear to you?
This, dear sir, is a very long story.
But it is quite impossible to go to sleep here, and it would be very kind of you if you would tell us that story now.
Do you really wish it?
Pray tell it to us, we are listening to you. But as you are there on your knees you had better come here to us. Perhaps we can manage to squeeze a little and sit together.
No, thank you, why should I crowd you? For this story which I am about to tell you should rather be told on my knees, because it is a sacred matter and a very strange one.
Well, as you like; but only begin to tell us quickly how you saw the angel and what he did to you.
I will begin as you wish.
CHAPTER II
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"I am, as you may easily see, quite a plain man, nothing more than a peasant, and I have been brought up and educated in a village. I don't belong here, but come from far away, and by trade I am a stone-mason, and brought up in the old Russian Orthodox Church. As I was an orphan I went from my youth up with other masons from the village to distant work in various places, but always in the same guild under a peasant from our own place, Luke, son of Cyril. This Luke is alive to this day, and is our best contractor. His business was an old-established one carried on from the time of his ancestors, and he did not lessen it but rather increased it and lived in comfort and abundance, and was an excellent man and not quarrelsome. And therefore we were ready to follow him everywhere. Whither did we not go? It seemed to me that we went all over Russia, and I never knew a better or more serious master. We lived with him, as it were with a kind patriarch, and he was our instructor not only in our trade but in our religion. We followed him in our labours, as the Jews followed Moses in their wanderings in the desert. We even had our tabernacle with us, and never parted from it: that is, we had the divine blessing with us. Luke loved his holy pictures dearly, and he possessed, dear sir, the most wonderful pictures, painted in the best taste of ancient times, either genuine Greek, or by the best artist of Novgorod. Each of those pictures seemed to surpass the rest, not only by its setting[1] but by the subtlety and delicacy of the