“You lied about that too, then,” said Konstantin, his voice small but clear. “You said there was no God. But the holy father prayed and—” “There isn’t a God,” Vasya heard the Bear say. “There is only faith.” “What is the difference?” “I don’t know. Come, we must go.” “Devil, you lied. You lied again.” A break in that flawless voice, a croak like an old man coughing. “God was there—there all the time.” “Perhaps,” said the Bear. “And perhaps not. The truth is that no one knows, man or devil.
