Live honestly and firmly; do not covet what belongs to other people, take good care of your own." It was hard for him to speak, he stopped short and rubbed his chest with his hand.
"Do not rely upon others; expect but little from them.

We all live in order to take, not to give.

Oh Lord! Have mercy on the sinner!" Somewhere in the distance the deep sound of the bell fell on the silence of the morning.

Ignat and Foma crossed themselves three times.
After the first sound of the bell-tone came another, then a third, and soon the air was filled with sounds of the church-bells, coming from all sides--flowing, measured, calling aloud.
"There, they are tolling for the mass," said Ignat, listening to the echo of the bell-metal.

"Can you tell the bells by their sounds ?" "No," answered Foma.
"Just listen.