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as he returned to the customary conditions of his life, but he knew that this feeling which he did not know how to develop existed within him. His meeting with Pierre formed an epoch in Prince Andrew’s life. Though outwardly he continued to live in the same old way, inwardly he began a new life.
CHAPTER XIII

It was getting dusk when Prince Andrew and Pierre drove up to the front entrance of the house at Bald Hills. As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre’s attention to a commotion going on at the back porch. A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up. Two women ran out after them, and all four, looking round at the carriage, ran in dismay up the steps of the back porch.

β€œThose are Mary’s β€˜God’s folk,’” said Prince Andrew. β€œThey have mistaken us for my father. This is the one matter in which she disobeys him. He orders these pilgrims to be driven away, but she receives them.”

β€œBut what are β€˜God’s folk’?” asked Pierre.

Prince Andrew had no time to answer. The servants came out to meet them, and he asked where the old prince was and whether he was expected back soon.

The old prince had gone to the town and was expected back any minute.

Prince Andrew led Pierre to his own apartments, which were always kept in perfect order and readiness for him in his father’s house; he himself went to the nursery.

β€œLet us go and see my sister,” he said to Pierre when he returned. β€œI have not found her yet, she is hiding now, sitting with her β€˜God’s folk.’ It will serve her right, she will be confused, but you will see her β€˜God’s folk.’ It’s really very curious.”

β€œWhat are β€˜God’s folk’?” asked Pierre.

β€œCome, and you’ll see for yourself.”

Princess Mary really was disconcerted and red patches came on her face when they went in. In her snug room, with lamps burning before the icon stand, a young lad with a long nose and long hair, wearing a monk’s cassock, sat on the sofa beside her, behind a samovar. Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.

β€œAndrew, why didn’t you warn me?” said the princess, with mild reproach, as she stood before her pilgrims like a hen before her chickens.

β€œCharmΓ©e de vous voir. Je suis trΓ¨s contente de vous voir,” * she said to Pierre as he kissed her hand. She had known him as a child, and now his friendship with Andrew, his misfortune with his wife, and above all his kindly, simple face disposed her favorably toward him. She looked at him with her beautiful radiant eyes and seemed to say, β€œI like you very much, but please don’t laugh at my people.” After exchanging the first greetings, they sat down.

* β€œDelighted to see you. I am very glad to see you.”

β€œAh, and IvΓ‘nushka is here too!” said Prince Andrew, glancing with a smile at the young pilgrim.

β€œAndrew!” said Princess Mary, imploringly. β€œIl faut que vous sachiez que c’est une femme,” * said Prince Andrew to Pierre.

β€œAndrew, au nom de Dieu!” *(2) Princess Mary repeated.

* β€œYou must know that this is a woman.”

* (2) β€œFor heaven’s sake.”

It was evident that Prince Andrew’s ironical tone toward the pilgrims and Princess Mary’s helpless attempts to protect them were their customary long-established relations on the matter.

β€œMais, ma bonne amie,” said Prince Andrew, β€œvous devriez au contraire m’Γͺtre reconnaissante de ce que j’explique Γ  Pierre votre intimitΓ© avec ce jeune homme.” *

* β€œBut, my dear, you ought on the contrary to be grateful to me for explaining to Pierre your intimacy with this young man.”

β€œReally?” said Pierre, gazing over his spectacles with curiosity and seriousness (for which Princess Mary was specially grateful to him) into IvΓ‘nushka’s face, who, seeing that she was being spoken about, looked round at them all with crafty eyes.

Princess Mary’s embarrassment on her people’s account was quite unnecessary. They were not in the least abashed. The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea. IvΓ‘nushka, sipping out of her saucer, looked with sly womanish eyes from under her brows at the young men.

β€œWhere have you been? To Kiev?” Prince Andrew asked the old woman.

β€œI have, good sir,” she answered garrulously. β€œJust at Christmastime I was deemed worthy to partake of the holy and heavenly sacrament at the shrine of the saint. And now I’m from KolyΓ‘zin, master, where a great and wonderful blessing has been revealed.”

β€œAnd was IvΓ‘nushka with you?”

β€œI go by myself, benefactor,” said IvΓ‘nushka, trying to speak in a bass voice. β€œI only came across PelagΓ©ya in YΓΊkhnovo....”

PelagΓ©ya interrupted her companion; she evidently wished to tell what she had seen.

β€œIn KolyΓ‘zin, master, a wonderful blessing has been revealed.”

β€œWhat is it? Some new relics?” asked Prince Andrew.

β€œAndrew, do leave off,” said Princess Mary. β€œDon’t tell him, PelagΓ©ya.”

β€œNo... why not, my dear, why shouldn’t I? I like him. He is kind, he is one of God’s chosen, he’s a benefactor, he once gave me ten rubles, I remember. When I was in Kiev, Crazy Cyril says to me (he’s one of God’s own and goes barefoot summer and winter), he says, β€˜Why are you not going to the right place? Go to KolyΓ‘zin where a wonder-working icon of the Holy Mother of God has been revealed.’ On hearing those words I said good-by to the holy folk and went.”

All were silent, only the pilgrim woman went on in measured tones, drawing in her breath.

β€œSo I come, master, and the people say to me: β€˜A great blessing has been revealed, holy oil trickles from the cheeks of our blessed Mother, the Holy Virgin Mother of God.’...”

β€œAll right, all right, you can tell us afterwards,” said Princess Mary, flushing.

β€œLet me ask her,” said Pierre. β€œDid you see it yourselves?” he inquired.

β€œOh, yes, master, I was found worthy. Such a brightness on the face like the light of heaven, and from the blessed Mother’s cheek it drops and drops....”

β€œBut, dear me, that must be a fraud!” said Pierre, naΓ―vely, who had listened attentively to the pilgrim.

β€œOh, master, what are you saying?” exclaimed the horrified PelagΓ©ya, turning to Princess Mary for support.

β€œThey impose on the people,” he repeated.

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