Sadness was breathed down from the sky, the feeling of loneliness oppressed Foma.
"Oh Lord Jesus Christ!" thought he, sadly gazing at the sky.

"What a failure I am.

There is nothing in me.

God has put nothing into me.

Of what use am I?
Oh Lord Jesus!" At the recollection of Christ Foma felt somewhat better--his loneliness seemed alleviated, and heaving a deep sigh, he began to address God in silence: "Oh Lord Jesus Christ! Other people do not understand anything either, but they think that all is known to them, and therefore it is easier for them to live.