EVERY one tried to look as if Isidor's sermon contained nothing unpleasant, and nobody men-tioned it. It seemed to the Czar that the hermit's words had not made any impression on himself; but once or twice during that day he caught him-self thinking of the two peasants who had been hanged, and the widow of Sventizky who had asked an amnesty for them. That day the Em-peror had to be present at a parade; after which he went out for a drive; a reception of ministers came next, then dinner, after dinner the theatre.
As usual, the Czar fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. In the night an awful dream awoke him: he saw gallows in a large field and corpses dangling on them; the tongues of the corpses were protruding, and their bodies moved and shook. And somebody shouted, "It is you --you who have done it " The Czar woke up bathed in perspiration and began to think. It was the first time that he had ever thought of the responsibilities which weighed on him, and the words of old Isidor came back to his mind. . . .
But only dimly could he see himself as a mere human being, and he could not consider his mere human wants and duties, because of all that was required of him as Czar. As to acknowledging that human duties were more obligatory than those of a Czar--he had not strength for that.
