The beads of his rosary were softly rustling in his hands.
The pilgrim's attitude gave birth to easy courage in Foma's breast, and he said: "Tell me, Father Miron, is it good to live, having full freedom, without work, without relatives, a wanderer, like yourself ?" Father Miron raised his head and softly burst into the caressing laughter of a child.

All his face, tanned from wind and sunburn, brightened up with inward joy, was radiant with tranquil joy; he touched Foma's knee with his hand and said in a sincere tone: "Cast aside from you all that is worldly, for there is no sweetness in it.

I am telling you the right word--turn away from evil.

Do you remember it is said: 'Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners.' Turn away, refresh your soul with solitude and fill yourself with the thought of God.

For only by the thought of Him can man save his soul from profanation." "That isn't the thing!" said Foma.