"He must be a good man. But why does he not tell about himself?"
"I suppose he cannot."
"Semén!"
"What?"
"We give, but why does nobody give to us?"
Semén did not know what to say. He only said, "Stop talking!" and turned over, and fell asleep.
V.
In the morning Semén awoke. The children were asleep; his wife had gone to the neighbours to borrow some bread. The stranger of last night, in the old trousers and shirt, was alone, sitting on the bench and looking upward. And his face was brighter than on the day before.
And Semén said: