Short Fiction · Chapter
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Father Vassily spends long winter evenings in solitude with his idiot son, reading the Gospel story of the blind man healed by Jesus.
What happens
Father Vassily spends long winter evenings in solitude with his idiot son, reading the Gospel story of the blind man healed by Jesus. He is consumed by a brilliant, joyous madness of faith and love, while the snowstorm rages outside and the idiot mumbles and laughs ominously. The priest's fervent belief contrasts with the chaotic, mocking sounds of the night and the idiot's vacant laughter.
Themes in this chapter
Faith and Doubt
Father Vassily's fervent belief in the Gospel miracle and his 'brilliant madness' of faith contrast with the idiot's vacant laughter and the night's chaotic mockery.
Madness and Rationality
The priest's joyous madness is portrayed as inspired and sun-bright, while the idiot's senseless laughter and the snowstorm's wild play blur the line between sanity and insanity.
Isolation and Alienation
Father Vassily and the idiot are imprisoned together in a 'white cage' of pine walls, cut off from the outside world by the snowstorm and the night.
Characters to notice
- Father Vassily
Reads the Gospel to his idiot son, consumed by a mad, joyous faith; he believes with the faith of martyrs and loves with unrestrained power.
- Little Vassya
The idiot son, pasting boxes, mumbling 'Pa-pa,' and laughing with senseless, ominous laughter; his movements are described as brutish and lifeless.
Key passages
“He believed with the faith of those martyrs who enter upon the stake as upon a couch of joy and die with a doxology on their lips.”
His faith was as intense as that of martyrs who joyfully go to the stake, praising God as they die.
Describes the extreme, ecstatic quality of Father Vassily's belief.
“The night was in a playful mood. It squatted on the beams of the unfinished framework, rocking on the rafters and tumbling into the snow; it quietly stole into nooks and crannies, and there dug graves for those strangers, those strangers.”
The night seemed to play like a living thing, perching on beams, rolling in snow, and secretly digging graves for the two people in the house.
Personifies the snowstorm as a malevolent, playful force threatening the inhabitants.