"_Thou gavest me no water for my feet, thou gavest me no kiss. My head
with oil thou didst not anoint._"
And again Avdyeitch took off his spectacles, put them down on the book,
and again he became lost in thought.
"It seems that Pharisee must have been such a man as I am. I, too,
apparently have thought only of myself,--how I might have my tea, be
warm and comfortable, but never to think about my guest. He thought
about himself, but there was not the least care taken of the guest. And
who was his guest? The Lord Himself. If He had come to me, should I have
done the same way?"
Avdyeitch rested his head upon both his arms, and did not notice that he
fell asleep.
"Martuin!" suddenly seemed to sound in his ears.