Портрет художника в юності

Chapter 3

           Thefaceofanoldpriestwasatthegrating,avertedfromhim,leaninguponahand.Hemadethesignofthecrossandprayedofthepriesttoblesshimforhehadsinned.Then,bowinghishead,herepeatedtheCONFITEORinfright.AtthewordsMYMOSTGRIEVOUSFAULTheceased,breathless.

           Howlongisitsinceyourlastconfession,mychild?

           Alongtime,father.

           Amonth,mychild?

           Longer,father.

           Threemonths,mychild?

           Longer,father.

           Sixmonths?

           Eightmonths,father.

           Hehadbegun.Thepriestasked:

           Andwhatdoyouremembersincethattime?

           Hebegantoconfesshissins:massesmissed,prayersnotsaid,lies.

           Anythingelse,mychild?

           Sinsofanger,envyofothers,gluttony,vanity,disobedience.

           Anythingelse,mychild?

           Therewasnohelp.Hemurmured:

           Icommittedsinsofimpurity,father.

           Thepriestdidnotturnhishead.

           Withyourself,mychild?

           Andwithothers.

           Withwomen,mychild?

           Yes,father.

           Weretheymarriedwomen,mychild?

           Hedidnotknow.

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