Welcome to my table
To eat bread and salt.
I have longed to hear thee say
What thy designs are for the Judgment Day.”
“Mitka, Mitka, who are they? Daniel Philipovitch and Ivan Timofeyevitch?” asked Tichon.
Taken by surprise, Mitka stopped short, bending under the weight of a large sack, his eyes expressing great amazement:—
“Don’t you know the God Sabaoth and Christ!”
“How can the Lord Sabaoth and Christ be said to meet in Mestchanskaia Street?” continued Tichon with increasing surprise.
But Mitka already realized he had said too much and went off, growling in a gloomy voice:—