The Brothers Karamazov

0 The Brothers Karamazov

Yes, he came up to him, to him, he, the little, thin old man,
with tiny wrinkles on his face, joyful and laughing softly.
There was no coffin now, and he was in the same dress as he
had worn yesterday sitting with them, when the visitors had
gathered about him. His face was uncovered, his eyes were
shining. How was this, then? He, too, had been called to the
feast. He, too, at the marriage of Cana in Galilee....
‘Yes, my dear, I am called, too, called and bidden,’ he
heard a soft voice saying over him. ‘Why have you hidden
yourself here, out of sight? You come and join us too.’
It was his voice, the voice of Father Zossima. And it must
be he, since he called him!
The elder raised Alyosha by the hand and he rose from
his knees.
‘We are rejoicing,’ the little, thin old man went on. ‘We
are drinking the new wine, the wine of new, great gladness;
do you see how many guests? Here are the bride and bride-
groom, here is the wise governor of the feast, he is tasting
the new wine. Why do you wonder at me? I gave an onion
to a beggar, so I, too, am here. And many here have given
only an onion each — only one little onion.... What are all
our deeds? And you, my gentle one, you, my kind boy, you
too have known how to give a famished woman an onion to-
day. Begin your work, dear one, begin it, gentle one! Do you
see our Sun, do you see Him?’
‘I am afraid... I dare not look,’ whispered Alyosha.
‘Do not fear Him. He is terrible in His greatness, awful in
His sublimity, but infinitely merciful. He has made Himself
like unto us from love and rejoices with us. He is changing