From that day onward he spent all his free time with Chouev, asking him questions and listening to him.  He saw but a single truth at the bottom of the teaching of Christ as revealed to him by Chouev:  that all men are brethren, and that they ought to love and pity one another in order that all might be happy.  And when he listened to Chouev, everything that was consistent with this fundamental truth came to him like a thing he had known before and only forgotten since, while whatever he heard that seemed to contradict it, he would take no notice of, as he thought that he simply had not understood the real meaning.  And from that time Stepan was a different man.

IV

Stepan had been very submissive and meek ever since he came to the prison, but now he made the prison authorities and all his fellow-prisoners wonder at the change in him.  Without being ordered, and out of his proper turn he would do all the very hardest work in prison, and the dirtiest too.  But in spite of his humility, the other prisoners stood in awe of him, and were afraid of him, as they knew he was a resolute man, possessed of great physical strength.  Their respect for him increased after the incident of the two tramps who fell upon him; he wrenched himself loose from them and broke the arm of one of them in the fight.  These tramps had gambled with a young prisoner of some means and deprived him of all his money.  Stepan took his part, and deprived the tramps of their winnings.  The tramps poured their abuse on him; but when they attacked him, he got the better of them.  When the Governor asked how the fight had come about, the tramps declared that it was Stepan who had begun it.  Stepan did not try to exculpate himself, and bore patiently his sentence which was three days in the punishment-cell, and after that solitary confinement.

In his solitary cell he suffered because he could no longer listen to Chouev and his Gospel.  He was also afraid that the former visions of her and of the black devils would reappear to torment him.  But the visions were gone for good.  His soul was full of new and happy ideas.  He felt glad to be alone if only he could read, and if he had the Gospel.  He knew that he might have got hold of the Gospel, but he could not read.

He had started to learn the alphabet in his boyhood, but could not grasp the joining of the syllables, and remained illiterate.  He made up his mind to start reading anew, and asked the guard to bring him the Gospels.  They were brought to him, and he sat down to work.  He contrived to recollect the letters, but could not join them into syllables.  He tried as hard as he could to understand how the letters ought to be put together to form words, but with no result whatever.  He lost his sleep, had no desire to eat, and a deep sadness came over him, which he was unable to shake off.

“Well, have you not yet mastered it?” asked the guard one day.