Ignat bent over him, lifted him from the floor and cried to him, commanding and begging: "Spit! Spit right into my shameless eyes!" The company, stupefied for a moment by Ignat's stern voice, laughed again so that the panes rattled in the tavern windows.
"I'll give you a hundred roubles.

Spit!" And the priest crept over the floor and sobbed for fear, or for happiness, to hear that this man was begging him to do something degrading to himself.
Finally Ignat arose from the floor, kicked the priest, and, flinging at him a package of money, said morosely, with a smile: "Rabble! Can a man repent before such people?
Some are afraid to hear of repentance, others laugh at a sinner.

I was about to unburden myself completely; the heart trembled.

Let me, I thought.

No, I didn't think at all.