EFIMOVNA. What is it, little father?

SAVVA. Who's that crying?

EFIMOVNA. The gentleman.

SAVVA. Ask him to shed a tear for me, that I might die in Vologda.
Tearful prayers are heard.

BORTSOV. I'm not praying, grandfather! These aren't tears! Just
juice! My soul is crushed; and the juice is running. [Sits by
SAVVA] Juice! But you wouldn't understand! You, with your darkened
brain, wouldn't understand. You people are all in the dark!

SAVVA. Where will you find those who live in the light?

BORTSOV. They do exist, grandfather. ... They would understand!

SAVVA. Yes, yes, dear friend. ... The saints lived in the light. ...
They understood all our griefs. ... You needn't even tell them. ...
and they'll understand. ... Just by looking at your eyes. ... And
then you'll have such peace, as if you were never in grief at all--
it will all go!

FEDYA. And have you ever seen any saints?

SAVVA. It has happened, young man. ... There are many of all sorts
on this earth. Sinners, and servants of God.

BORTSOV. I don't understand all this. ... [Gets up quickly] What's