"About Tula
"When I was a very little boy I was five years old and sometimes I heard of people going to a place called Tula and I did not know what Tula was. And so I asked my papa:[1]—
"'Pa! what sort of a place is this Tula where you go? Is it good?'
"Papa said, 'Yes.'
"Then I said: 'Pa! take me with you, I want to see Tula.'
"Papa said: 'All right when Sunday comes I will take you with me.'
"I was glad and began to run and jump on the bench.
"After these days came Sunday. I got up very early in the morning but papa was already harnessing the horses in the yard. I got on my shoes and stockings and dressed me as quick as I could.
"By the time I was dressed and ran down into the yard father had the horses all harnessed. I got into the sledge and started. We rode and we rode and we went about fourteen versts.[2] I saw a tall church and I shouted 'Father see what a tall church!'
"Father said: 'there is a church not so high and prettier,' and I began to ask him: 'Father let us go into it: I want to say my prayers.'
"Father took me in. Just as we were going in, they suddenly pounded on the bell; I was frightened and I asked father what that was: 'Is it a drum they are playing on?'
"Father said: 'No that is the beginning of mass.'
"Then we went into the church and said our prayers. When we had said our prayers we went to market. And here I am going along and going along and I keep stumbling all the time but I keep looking around on all sides.
