Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Of course. Wiping his hands on his apron and staring at the fire in the furnace, he added, I don't know about this business, Orphan. Why don't you ask the teacher or the priest? Yevsey wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve. . I'm afraid of them. It would be better for you not to talk of such things, the uncle advised gravely. You are a little boy. You should play out in the open air, and store up health. If you want to live you must be a healthy man. If you are not strong, you can't work. Then you can't live at all. That's all tve know, and what God needs is unknown to us. He grew silent, and meditated without removing his eyes from the fire. After a time he continued in a serious tone, speaking choppily: On the one hand I know nothing, on the other hand I don't understand. They say all wisdom comes from Him. Yet it's evident that the thicker one's candle before God the more wolfish the heart. He looked around the shop, and his eyes fell on the boy in the corner. Why are you squeezing yourself into that crack? I told you to go out and play. As Yevsey crept out timidly, the smith added, A spark will fall into your eye, and then you'll be one- eyed. Who wants a one-eyed fellow? His mother had told Yevsey several stories on winter nights when the snowstorm knocking against the walls of the hut ran along the roof, touched everything as if groping for something in anguish, crept down the chimney, and whined there mournfully in different keys. The mother recited the tales quietly, drowsily. Her speech sometimes grew confused; often she repeated the same words several times. It seemed to the boy she saw everything about which she spoke, but obscurely, as in the dark. The neighbors reminded Yevsey of his mother's tales. The blacksmith, too, it seemed, saw in t...