58/58 He lives with his foster-sister in a little wing in the yard. His acquaintances among the merchants and citizens often ridicule him. As Foma walks along the street, suddenly someone shouts to him: "Eh, you prophet, come here!" Yet he rarely goes to those who call him; he shuns people and does not care to speak with them. But when he does approach them they say to him: "Well, tell us something about doomsday, won't you? |