She fell perhaps in her youth, ruined by her environment. But she loved much, and Christ himself forgave the woman ‘who loved much.’” “It was not for such love Christ forgave her,” broke impatiently from the gentle Father Iosif. “Yes, it was for such, monks, it was! You save your souls here, eating cabbage, and think you are the righteous. You eat a gudgeon a day, and you think you bribe God with gudgeon.” “This is unendurable!” was heard on all sides in the cell.
