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   PATRIARCH. And he has run away, Father Abbot?

   ABBOT. He has run away, holy sovereign, now three days ago.

   PATRIARCH. Accursed rascal! What is his origin?

   ABBOT. Of the family of the Otrepievs, of the lower nobility

   of Galicia; in his youth he took the tonsure, no one

   knows where, lived at Suzdal, in the Ephimievsky

   monastery, departed from there, wandered to various

   convents, finally arrived at my Chudov fraternity;

   but I, seeing that he was still young and inexperienced,

   entrusted him at the outset to Father Pimen, an old man,

   kind and humble. And he was very learned, read our

   chronicle, composed canons for the holy brethren; but,

   to be sure, instruction was not given to him from the

   Lord God—

   PATRIARCH. Ah, those learned fellows! What a thing to

   say, "I shall be tsar in Moscow." Ah, he is a vessel of

   the devil! However, it is no use even to report to the

   tsar about this; why disquiet our father sovereign?

   It will be enough to give information about his flight to

   the Secretary Smirnov or the Secretary Ephimiev.

   What a heresy: "I shall be tsar in Moscow!"…

   Catch, catch the fawning villain, and send him to

   Solovetsky to perpetual penance. But this—is it not

   heresy, Father Abbot?

   ABBOT. Heresy, holy Patriarch; downright heresy.