ushka, did I not tell you before what would be the result of this sad affair? Who set the village on fire?"
"He, he, batiushka [little father]; he did it. I caught him. He placed the bunch of burning straw to the barn in my presence. Instead of running after him, I should have snatched the bunch of burning straw and throwing it on the ground have stamped it out with my feet; and then there would have been no fire."
"Ivan," said the old man, "death is fast approaching me, and remember that you also will have to die. Who did this dreadful thing? Whose is the sin?"
Ivan gazed at the noble face of his dying father and was silent. His heart was too full for utterance.
"In the presence of God," the old man continued, "whose is the sin?"
It was only now that the truth began to dawn upon Ivan's mind, and that he realized how foolish he had acted. He sobbed bitterly,
