"If that is the way it is," I said, "go away yourself, if you have to. I won't go—that is sure."
He again jumped on me, and we both fell into the mud, getting dirty like frogs. I proved to be the stronger, and arose, but he still lay there, weeping and miserable.
"Listen, Misha," I said. "I am going away a little later. Now I can't. I am not staying out of spite, but because I have to. I have got to be here."
"Go to your father, the devil," he groaned, and gnashed his teeth.
I went away from him, and a little while later he was ordered to go to the monastic inn in the city, and I never saw him again.
[CHAPTER XIII]
When my penance was finished I stood before Anthony, dressed in new clothes. I remember this period of my life from the first day to the last; everything, even to each word, was burned into my soul and cut into my flesh.
He led me to his cells quietly, and taught me in detail how and when and in what way I was to serve him.
One room was arranged with book-cases, full of worldly and religious books. "This," he said, "is my chapel."