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And across it, across this road, ten paces from me, in the golden light of the dazzling summer suns.h.i.+ne, a whole family of sparrows hopped one after another, hopped saucily, drolly, self-reliantly!
One of them, in particular, skipped along sideways with desperate energy, puffing out his little bosom and chirping impudently, as though to say he was not afraid of any one! A gallant little warrior, really!
And, meanwhile, high overhead in the heavens hovered a hawk, destined, perhaps, to devour that little warrior.
I looked, laughed, shook myself, and the mournful thoughts flew right away: pluck, daring, zeal for life I felt anew. Let him, too, hover over me, _my_ hawk.... We will fight on, and d.a.m.n it all!
_November 1879._
PRAYER
Whatever a man pray for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces to this: 'Great G.o.d, grant that twice two be not four.'
Only such a prayer is a real prayer from person to person. To pray to the Cosmic Spirit, to the Higher Being, to the Kantian, Hegelian, quintessential, formless G.o.d is impossible and unthinkable.
But can even a personal, living, imaged G.o.d make twice two not be four?
Every believer is bound to answer, _he can_, and is bound to persuade himself of it.
But if reason sets him revolting against this senselessness?
Then Shakespeare comes to his aid: 'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,' etc.
And if they set about confuting him in the name of truth, he has but to repeat the famous question, 'What is truth?' And so, let us drink and be merry, and say our prayers.
_July 1881._
THE RUSSIAN TONGUE
In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country's fate, thou alone art my stay and support, mighty, true, free Russian speech! But for thee, how not fall into despair, seeing all that is done at home? But who can think that such a tongue is not the gift of a great people!
_June 1882._
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