But the apostles, you
see, Pavel, couldn't. The prophets believed not in the church, but
in themselves; they had their God in themselves. The apostles--they
built churches; and the church is law. Man must believe in himself,
not in law. Man carries the truth of God in his soul; he is not a
police captain on earth, nor a slave! All the laws are in myself."
The kitchen door opened, and somebody walked in.
"It's Yefim," said Rybin, looking into the kitchen. "Come here,
Yefim. As for you, Pavel, think! Think a whole lot. There is a
great deal to think about. This is Yefim. And this man's name is
Pavel. I told you about him."
A light-haired, broad-faced young fellow in a short fur overcoat,
well built and evidently strong, stood before Pavel, holding his cap
in both hands and looking at him from the corners of his gray eyes.
"How do you do?" he said hoarsely, as he shook hands with Pavel,
and stroked his curly hair with both hands. He looked around the
room, immediately spied the bookshelf, and walked over to it slowly.
"Went straight to them!" Rybin said, winking to Pavel.
Yefim started to examine the books, and said:
"A whole lot of reading here! But I suppose you haven't much time
for it.
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