And the little man glancing at him askance also shrank timidly.
"Has God given you reason ?" asked Foma, recovering from his embarrassment.
"Of course; that is to say, as much as is the share of a small man," said Foma's interlocutor irresolutely.
"Well, and you have no right to ask of Him a single grain more! Make your own life by your own reason.

And God will judge you.

We are all in His service.

And in His eyes we are all of equal value.

Understand ?" It happened very often that Foma would suddenly say something which seemed audacious even to himself, and which, at the same time, elevated him in his own eyes.