SAVVA
And how they lie, how they lie, monk! They don't kill the truth—no, they kick her and bruise her daily, and smear her clean face with their dirt and filth so that no one may recognize her, so that the children may not love her, and so that she may have no refuge. In all the world—yes, monk, in all the world—there is no place for truth. (Sinks into meditation. Pause)
KONDRATY
Is there no other way—without fire? It's terrible, Savva Yegorovich.
Consider what it means! It's the end of the world.