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“My first thought on seeing these pages was that perhaps not since Richard Baxter
penned his massive Christian Directory has a book like Ask Pastor John been offered to
Christians. From the vast number of questions to which John Piper has responded over
a decade of podcasting, these pages contain 750 of the most listened-to answers. And
while Piper’s ministry is separated from Baxter’s by more than three centuries, a com-
mon thread binds them together—the deep-seated conviction that the God-breathed
Scriptures make us ‘wise for salvation’ in the fullest sense because, in providing teach-
ing, reproof, correction, and training in righteousness, they are sufficient to equip us
‘for every good work’ (2 Tim. 3:15–17). The value of these pages is as evident as it is
manifold. At one level, theological, pastoral, and ethical questions are assessed, analyzed,
and consistently answered by bringing them to the touchstone of Scripture. But in ad-
dition, this is done with a rigorous and determined attention to both the wording and
the interior logic of God’s word with a desire to help us to think God’s thoughts after
him. And this in turn serves all of us as a pattern to learn and apply in our own Bible
reading, and as a model that encourages us to live according to Scripture. In addition,
the step-by-step care with which John Piper seeks to handle Scripture helps us—as he
would wish—to discern how what he says applies in our own lives, and, indeed, where
it might not. And so as a theologian he guides our understanding, and as a pastor he
encourages us to grow in discernment so that we are not simply becoming automatons
but are learning to think through and apply God’s word by ourselves, for ourselves, and
to ourselves. We owe a debt of grateful thanks to John Piper for the labor of love and
devotion of time and pastoral care this book reflects, and to his long-time colleague
Tony Reinke, who—from an archive of over two million words!—has expertly selected
and edited these pages. Here is one of those rare contemporary books that can be
described as ‘should be in every Christian home,’ and to which we can turn again and
again for guidance from God’s word, encouragement in Christ, and challenge to walk
according to the Spirit.”
Sinclair B. Ferguson, Chancellor’s Professor of Systematic Theology, Reformed
Theological Seminary; author, The Whole Christ and Worthy
“I don’t know what is more remarkable, that the Ask Pastor John podcast has nearly two
thousand episodes and over 230 million listens or that Tony Reinke has distilled all that
content in order to give us a guided tour of 220 hours of audio recordings. Have you
ever wished you could sit down with John Piper (or any wise, seasoned pastor) and ask
him all your practical, nitty-gritty questions about life, ministry, parenting, sex, Bible
reading, divorce, abuse, dating, gambling, eating, drinking, movies, demons, depression,
poetry, and selfie sticks? Then this is the book for you. Even if you don’t agree with Piper
on every jot and tittle of application, you will find that he is always thoughtful, always
careful, always pastoral, and always tied to the Bible. Read the book straight through,
a little each day, or use these five hundred pages as an encyclopedia on situational eth-
ics and practical theology. Either way, I can’t imagine any Christian who wouldn’t be
helped (and fascinated) by the hundreds of topics covered in this amazing resource.”
Kevin DeYoung, Senior Pastor, Christ Covenant Church, Matthews, North
Carolina; Associate Professor of Systematic Theology, Reformed Theological
Seminary, Charlotte
“Throw a hard question at John Piper and he will isolate the main challenge and address
it with a sage answer, drawn from the Bible, delivered in a kind tone that lacks even a
hint of hubris. He willingly answers all sorts of dilemmas, from hard Bible verses to the
daily struggles of the Christian life to culturally charged questions that border on the
embarrassing to the bizarre. For years I have been an avid listener because each episode
draws me deeper into God’s word. Pastor John has spoken so wisely on such a wide
array of topics that I am always ferreting through past episodes to learn more. But that
vast archive can be daunting. With many years of experience as the host, Tony Reinke
has pulled together the 750 most popular episodes from their first decade together
into a single guide touching on dozens of themes. This book is an index to the podcast
archive, drawing together multiple episodes on single topics, making it easy for me to
find the audio I need, when I need it. As a podcast listener, I couldn’t be more pleased.
I’m thankful to Reinke for compiling this encyclopedia and—now for over a decade—
drawing out, documenting, and helping us all more richly benefit from America’s most
beloved theologian!”
Joni Eareckson Tada, Founder and CEO, Joni and Friends International
Disability Center
“For years, the Ask Pastor John podcast has served me as a go-to reservoir for pastoral
encouragement and practical help. There is nothing else like it. If you’re serious about
your joy in Jesus, turn these pages and find accessible, God-centered answers to life’s
biggest questions. The book is brilliantly organized; few will sufficiently appreciate what
Reinke has pulled off here.”
Matt Smethurst, Lead Pastor, River City Baptist Church, Richmond, Virginia;
author, Before You Open Your Bible and Before You Share Your Faith
Ask Pastor John
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TONY REINKE
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Ask Pastor John: 750 Bible Answers to Life’s Most Important Questions
© 2024 by Tony Reinke
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Introduction: A Little History of APJ (and Why I Wrote This Book) xiii
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manifested in this book is astonishing. For ten years I have watched Tony
Reinke evaluate questions, record answers, edit recordings, host the podcast,
and schedule the episodes. It is a precious partnership. But the skill you see in
this book is of another order. Weaving hundreds of thousand-word answers
into topical, coherent, readable chapters inspires my seasoned admiration.
One of our hopes for this book is that you will be drawn into the audio
podcast. Not because spoken words are truer than written words. But because
the living voice carries the affections of the heart more effectively. Why does
that matter?
It matters because love is the goal of knowledge, not the other way around
(1 Tim. 1:5). Christ-exalting behavior flows from Christ-cherishing hearts, not
just Christ-knowing minds. Tony and I are Christian Hedonists.1 Therefore, this
podcast flows from the conviction that God is most glorified in our listeners
when they are most satisfied in him. So, we can’t settle for imparting new ideas.
We aim to impart new affections. A miracle. Such affections can be heard more
readily than read. We hope you can hear our hearts. There is a melody there.
We call it the glory of God in the gladness of God-centered souls.
1 See APJ 1913: “Christian Hedonism in Two Minutes” (March 15, 2023).
INTRODUCTION
This book tells the story of one podcast—Ask Pastor John (APJ).
Every day our audience sends us hard questions about life. I read the questions,
select a few, and ask them to longtime author and pastor John Piper. We call
him Pastor John. And we ask him about everything—smartphones, shopping,
sex, self-pity, swearing, Satan, and salvation. Nothing is off-limits. He takes his
answers from the Bible.
I submitted this book to the publisher in the first week of 2023, just a few
days after we broadcasted our final episode of 2022—the bookend to our first
decade. We have released 1,881 episodes, which have now been played over
230 million times, or about 125,000 times each. In the story of the universe
these numbers are trivial, but in the story of this podcast they are remarkable
reminders of God’s kindness to us.
The stats give a sense of the number of lives impacted over the years. Five
years into the podcast, Pastor John began to notice that “of a constellation of
influences people receive from Desiring God, APJ is one that people mention
to me as much as any other—from moms shuttling their kids to school and
playing the podcast on the way, to lawyers building it into their early morning
exercise routines, to high school students taking a break from homework, to
eighty-somethings whose eyes won’t read anymore.”1 The podcast’s rise has
drawn other notice. As I was wrapping up this book, I heard Kevin DeYoung
publicly celebrate Desiring God’s many valuable labors. Then he singled out
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the podcast as “chief among their media content.”2 So it’s no surprise that when
he now travels, Pastor John is thanked for the podcast more than anything else
he does. In conference venues, the most common badge of affiliation and ap-
preciation he hears is from people who approach him simply to say, “I listen
to APJ every week!”3
The podcast serves a steady diet of content to a growing audience that’s
becoming increasingly diverse and international. It gathers older listeners,
church leaders, and young adults, many of whom were raised in nominal or
non-Christian homes and are now trying to navigate life as new believers.
Across the generations, Pastor John’s voice is that of a (nearly eighty-year-
old) mentor. One regular listener, a wife and mother, called APJ an “audible
daily moment of gospel-centered encouragement, like a quick coffee with
a dear friend who stirs my affections for Christ.”4 It is the unique power of
persistent, steady, audio podcasting over the years to forge deep connec-
tions with listeners.5 So it’s also not a surprise when listeners tell us that
Pastor John’s voice is like heeding the voice of a father, grandfather, mentor,
or friend.
An Origin Story
To understand APJ’s success you need to understand one part of John Piper’s
life. The part about why he thinks asking good questions is essential to succeeding
in life. And that story begins with an awkward teenager—insecure, pimple-
faced, and nervous—by the name of Johnny Piper, as he was first known to the
world.6 The son of a respected preacher and traveling evangelist, Johnny was
unable to talk in front of groups and deathly afraid of public speaking from
grade five to his sophomore year in college.7 In front of others, he froze. An
“intense nervousness” haunted him as his chief boyhood burden. But despite
the debilitating limitation, his local church became for him “an oasis” where
he gained respect for a growing knowledge of Scripture. While he couldn’t
2 Kevin DeYoung, “Positive World, Negative World, and Christian Nationalism with Justin Taylor
and Collin Hansen,” Life and Books and Everything, podcast, November 8, 2022, episode 87.
3 Point made in his debrief after T4G’s final conference in the spring of 2022, where he intention-
ally invested extra time meeting attendees (John Piper, private meeting [April 28, 2022]).
4 APJ 1558: “How Do I Battle Imposter Syndrome?” (December 7, 2020).
5 True for me as the host too. When I first meet listeners face-to-face, I’m often met with a con-
torted look, the outward expression of an internal calculation processing how a total stranger
could speak with the voice of an old friend.
6 APJ 1: “Reflections from John Piper on His Birthday” (January 11, 2013).
7 APJ 228: “How Did You Learn to Preach?” (December 3, 2013) and APJ 1730: “Should I Become
a Preacher?” (January 12, 2022).
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18 Mortimer J. Adler, How to Read a Book: The Art of Getting a Liberal Education (New York:
Simon & Schuster, 1940), 219–20. Read for the first time in his early twenties (APJ 1244: “How
Do I Choose Good Books and Grow My Library?” [August 31, 2018]).
19 APJ 107: “Who Has Been Most Influential in Your Life?” (June 7, 2013).
20 APJ 1713: “John Piper’s Ministry in One Bible Text” (December 3, 2021).
21 APJ 107: “Who Has Been Most Influential in Your Life?” (June 7, 2013) and APJ 127: “Advice
for Better Bible Reading” (July 8, 2013). On arcing, see APJ 395: “What Tools Do I Need
to Study the Bible?” (July 29, 2014), APJ 1056: “How Can I Better Study a Bible Passage?”
(June 19, 2017), APJ 1141: “Deep Bible Reading Strategies for the Tired and Busy” (January
3, 2018), and John Piper, Reading the Bible Supernaturally (Wheaton, IL: Crossway, 2017),
395–411.
22 APJ 1373: “Who Is John Piper?” (September 25, 2019).
23 APJ 311: “How Piper Learned Reformed Theology” (April 2, 2014).
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He has a keen eye for the crux, skilled in rapidly pinpointing the core problem
in a given dilemma—a gift I’ve seen operate in tense meetings, complex email
chains, and now in hundreds of APJ responses. While there’s always much
more to say on a topic, he can isolate the main thing that needs to be said in
a ten-minute episode. His willingness to invest hundreds of hours of prepa-
ration into his responses, personal piety, earnestness, devotion to Scripture,
skill in pinpointing core issues, and deep experience are the ingredients to the
secret sauce of the podcast’s popularity now, and of its potential to endure for
decades ahead.
4. I want to acquaint you with the scope and depth of the podcast archive.
My fifteen years in curating pastoral wisdom is now employed in the goal
of adding value to APJ. This book doesn’t replace the podcast; it comple-
ments it as an easily browsable companion guide, a summary of our most
popular episodes, particularly focused on the situational dilemmas we will
face. It’s a CliffsNotes version of our most popular episodes to aid medita-
tion, retainment, and recall. Books can be easily stacked on shelves. Even
magazines can be kept in a box or basket. But podcasts are strictly digital
things—ephemeral audio files meant to stream, play, and then disappear like
a soundwave in the air. But APJ was designed, from the start, to endure as a
permanent audio archive. What you hold in your hands is a guided tour—
a topically arranged encyclopedia to a podcast archive. I don’t intend for
that to make immediate sense, because I think this book inaugurates a new
genre. Basically, my prayer is that by making dozens of the major podcast
themes browsable in print, this book will make the archive more useful to
you at the very moment you need it. This book doesn’t have an index; it is
the index, an index to serve you as you serve others. So for example, if you’re
counseling someone (or a couple), don’t simply copy and assign pages from
this book. Instead, assign specific podcast episodes. Use this book to find
your assignments.
As we build this podcast into a single content library, our first decade lays
the groundwork for everything else to come. For current listeners, the book re-
hearses key highlights from the past. For future listeners, the book is an on-ramp
to summarize the ground we’ve already covered. This book will immediately
serve thousands of current listeners who found their way from the podcast to
this book. But perhaps, if the Lord is gracious, the current will reverse in due
time, and thousands of readers will find their way from this book to the podcast.
quotation marks surrounding Scripture verses frequently indicate Pastor John’s speaking from
the Scripture rather than the actual Scripture text.
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tone: “I have the honour to report to your Excellency such and such
an affair,” or again become bolder and exclaim: “You have thirteen
and I fourteen.” I would not dispute anything, but would only say:
“Just so; certainly so; most certainly so; absolutely so.” I would tell
the whole world that such and such a distinguished gentleman had
condescended to speak to me, and if I could not say so truthfully, I
would lie about it, for nothing so adorns speech as a lie, to which
poets are witnesses.
Finally, I would obtain by humility and flattery a profitable place,
but above all I would strive to become a governor, for that place is
profitable, honourable and easy. It is profitable, because everybody
brings gifts; it is honourable, because everybody bows before a
governor; it is easy, because there is very little work to do, and that is
done by a secretary or scribe, and, they being sworn people, one
may entirely rely upon them. A scribe has been created by God by
whom man has been created, and that opinion is foolish which
assumes that a scribe’s soul is devoid of virtue. I believe there is little
difference between a man and a scribe, much less difference than
between a scribe and any other creature.
If I were a great man and a small gentleman, I would, in my
constant attempt to be useful to my country and the world at large,
never become burdensome to anyone, and would put all my reliance
upon my worth and my deserts to my country; and if I should find
myself deceived in this, I should become insane from so much
patience, and should be a man who not only does nothing, but even
thinks nothing.
If I were a great man and a great gentleman, I would without
cessation think of the welfare of my country, of incitements to virtue
and dignity, the reward of merit, the suppression of vice and
lawlessness, the increase of learning, the cheapening of the
necessaries of life, the preservation of justice, the punishment for
taking bribes, for grasping, robbery and theft, the diminution of lying,
flattery, hypocrisy and drunkenness, the expulsion of superstition,
the abatement of unnecessary luxury, the limitation of games at
cards which rob people of their valuable time, the education, the
founding and maintenance of schools, the maintenance of a well-
organised army, the scorn of rudeness, and the eradication of
parasitism.
But if I were a small man and a great gentleman, I would live in
great magnificence, for such magnificence is rarely to be found in a
great soul; but I will not say what else I would do.
Vasíli Ivánovich Máykov. (1728-1778.)
Máykov was the son of a landed proprietor. He entered
military service, in 1766 was made Associate Governor of
Moscow, and occupied other high offices. He began to write
early and, being an admirer of Sumarókov,—like all the other
writers of his day,—he wrote odes, eulogies, fables, tragedies,
all of them in the pseudo-classic style. He knew no foreign
languages, and his imitations are at second hand. This,
however, gave him a great advantage over his
contemporaries, in that he was better acquainted with
Russian reality than with foreign models. His mock-heroic
poem Eliséy, or Excited Bacchus, from which “The Battle of
the Zimogórans and Valdáyans,” given below, is an extract, is
far superior for real humour, Russian environment and good
popular diction to anything else produced by the Russian
writers of the eighteenth century; and the undisputed
popularity of the Eliséy, which was not dimmed even by
Bogdanóvich’s Psyche, was well merited.
The field was all ploughed and sowed in oats, and after these
labours all the cattle and we were resting. Already had the grain
sprouted a quarter of an inch, and our time had come to cut the hay.
Our meadow, as all know well, bordered on the meadow of the
Valdáyans; no one could tell where the line between them was but a
surveyor, so the strongest hand mowed the grass there, and the
meadows were always a cause of quarrels; even then they were the
cause of our terrible battle.
The day had come, and we went into the meadow, taking with us
milk, eggs and whey-cheese, loading ourselves with kvas, beets,
dumplings, brandy and buckwheat cakes. No sooner had we
appeared with our provender in the meadow, than we espied the
host before us: the proud Valdáyans were standing there with arms
of war. We became frightened and ran away like rabbits, and running
we looked for weapons resembling theirs: withes, pales, poles,
cudgels and clubs. We vied with each other to arm ourselves with
sticks and to prepare ourselves for the fray. The chief of our village,
foreseeing a terrible calamity, seated himself on his horse and
gathered us all together; having gotten us together, he took a pen
and began to scribble. Though he was not a Frenchman nor a
Greek, but a Russian, yet he was a government official and wore a
crimson uniform. God forfend that a scribe should be a military
commander! He took out his pen, and began to write down the
names, while our backs were already smarting from the descent of a
hail of stones upon them. Is it possible Pallas was with the scribe?
For he was still writing down names, while the Valdáyans were
drubbing us. Old women in the huts were lamenting to heaven; small
children, all the girls and women, and chickens hid behind the stove
and underneath it.
Seeing that there was to be no end to his writing, we no longer
listened to the scribe, but like a whirlwind swept down from all sides
and, pressing forward in a mass, hastened to the fight. Neither
fences nor water could keep us back, and the only salvation for the
Valdáyans was in flight; but they stood out stubbornly against us,
and with agility swung their wooden arms at us. We could not break
asunder the order of their ranks, and from both sides there flew upon
us stones and mud, the implements of war of furious men. We were
bespattering and striking each other down without mercy, but ours
stood like a firm wall.
Forgive me for mentioning names which it would not be otherwise
proper to utter here, except that without them we would not have
been victorious. Even if our scribe had been much wiser, he would
not have broken that wall with his skull, which we barely smashed
with our clubs. We had for some time been striking each other
mightily with stones, when our Stépka the intrepid (he was not very
clever, but a powerful man) rushed with grim rage into the thickest
fight among the Valdáyans: he struck them down with a cudgel, and
they raised a cry, but Stépka hacked among them like a butcher.
Then his nephew, too, took a club, flew at them, but lost courage and
showed them his back, whereupon a frisky Valdáyan jumped upon it
and was on top of our hero. In the very midst of the sanguinary fray
he had jumped upon the hero’s shoulder, and boasted before his
whole horde that he had begun with a battle and had ended with
leapfrog. But the jest ended badly for him, for the Valdáyan had not
yet thanked us for the ride, when Stépka’s nephew grabbed the
Valdáyan by the girdle and so hurled him to the ground that he broke
his nose and so flattened it that he now has to wear a plaster upon it.
Then, lo, we all suddenly noticed in the distance a rider all covered
with dust: that was the proud leader of the Valdáyans; that beast was
a worthy likeness of our own manager. Raging with an internal fire
against us, he galloped upon his steed towards our hero. All thought
that they would end the terrible battle by a duel; we all stood in quiet
expectancy, and terror seized us all. Already the heroes approached
each other on their horses, but suddenly, it seemed, they changed
their minds: they did not fight, they only cursed each other, leaving
us alone to finish the battle, while their horses took them back to
their homes.
In the meantime, if you wish to know it, the sun shone so that it
was time for us to dine; if the accursed battle had not taken place, I,
no doubt, would have swallowed two or three bites by that time; but,
under the circumstances, I thought neither of beet soup nor
buckwheat mush.
When the horses had taken away the commanders, we carried on
a real war: all order was suddenly gone, and at the same time all
distinction of great and small disappeared; we were all mixed up,
and all were equal. Suddenly my brother swooped down like a hawk,
to aid us, and he mixed up the battle, like wheat mush in a vat.
Accuse me not of lying in what I am going to tell of my brother:
holding a heavy club in his hand, he carried terror to all our enemies:
wherever he passed there was a street, and where he turned about,
there was a square. He had been vanquishing the Valdáyans for an
hour, and they had all been running away from him, when all at once
there appeared his adversary. My brother’s exploit was stopped, for
that Valdáyan hung upon his neck, and bit off my brother’s right ear.
And thus my beloved brother Ilyúkha, who had come to the battle
with ears, went away with but one. He dragged himself along,
bleeding like a pig, maimed, torn, but above all, disgraced.
Think of my loss! He lost an ear, and I a brother! Since then I no
longer recognise him as my brother. Do not imagine that I have
spoken this in vain: when he was possessed of both ears, he was
easily moved by the words of the unfortunate; but now that door is
entirely locked, and he hears only when one says: “Here, take this!”
but he no longer hears the word “give,” and with his left ear accepts
nobody’s prayers. In an empty well it is not likely you will find a
treasure, and without it I do not care even for my brother.
Having lost such a hero, we were bereft of all means of victory; the
Valdáyans henceforth got the better of us, struck us down, pressed
hard upon us and drove us from the field. We should have been that
day entirely undone, had not Stépka saved us from our dire distress:
like a bolt of lightning he suddenly rushed upon us from behind, and
stopped us, who were then in full flight. “Stand still, good fellows!” he
yelled, “stand still! Come together in close array, and begin anew the
battle!” All was changed. O most happy hour! At Stépka’s voice
crowds of men came together, came, bore down the adversary,
defeated them, and wrung the victory they held from their hands.
They rushed together, correcting their disorder, and hotter than
before the battle was renewed.
Already we were driving our enemy back to their village, and
depriving them of their cudgels and sticks, and our battle would have
been at an end, if a monk had not appeared to their aid. This new
Balaam was urging on his beast and beating it with a stick for its
sluggishness; but all his beating of his dobbin moved her not a step
ahead. He somehow managed to reach the top of the hill, and there
his holy lips uttered curses against us. But neither these, nor the
wooden arms, kept us back, and we flew against our enemy, and did
our work among them. That worthy man, seeing our stubbornness,
leaped from his horse, and showed the swiftness of his feet, which
was greater than when he first had come, and, showing us his back,
fled to his house.
Dark night had already put out its veil, when all were worn out with
fighting. The Valdáyans being vanquished, we all went from the field,
and reached home, though hungry, yet alive.
’Tis easier for a cook to roast and stew than for a tailor to talk of
cookery. It was, I know not where, in Lithuania or Poland,—he knows
of it who knows more than I; all I know is that a lord was travelling,
and as he was returning from a visit he was, naturally, drunk. A man
came from the opposite direction, and he met the lord, phiz to phiz.
The lord was blown up with conceit and liquor, and two servants led
his horse for him. The horse strutted proudly along, and the lord was
steeped in arrogance like a cock. The man that met him was poorly
clad. The lord interrogated him, like a man of sense:
“What handicraft have you?”
“A cook, my lord, stands before you.”
“If so, then answer me, before I spit into your face: you are a cook,
so you know what dainties are; what then is the greatest dainty?”
“A roast pig’s hide,” the cook answered without hesitation.
“You, cook, are not a fool,” the lord said to him, “and gave me
readily an answer, from which I conclude that you know your
business.”
With these words, the lord gave him a generous reward, just like a
father, though he had begot no children. My cook, for joy, tripped
lightly along and was soon out of sight. Whom should he meet but a
tailor, an old acquaintance, nay, a friend,—not to the grave, yet a
friend.
“Whither do you hurry so fast, friend Ilyá?”
The other replied: “Now, my friend, I can boldly assure you that the
cook’s profession is better than yours. You, drunken Petrúshka, do
not even guess that Ilyá is going to have a big celebration! Look at
my pocket. I and my wife will be satisfied with what we now have; we
cannot unto our deaths spend all the lord, who just passed me drunk
upon the road, has given me.”
And he pulled out his purse that was filled with gold coins: “That’s
what I got for a pig!”
And he showed his money in his bag, and told his friend all that
had happened. The tailor was melting with envy, as he tried to count
the money, and he thought: “Of course the lord is a fool for having
given a bag full of money for a pig; I will run after him, and overtake
him, and if all the wisdom is only in a pig’s hide, I’ll shave him clean,
like a scribe.”
Having said this, the senseless man started on the road. The lord
was riding leisurely along, and as the tailor was running fast, he soon
overtook him. He cried to him:
“Wait, lord! I am not a Tartar, and I will not cut you down; I have no
sword, and I will not injure you. I am all worn out with running; I am a
cook, and not a thief.”
The lord heard the words and, looking back, saw that it was not a
robber with a club, so he reined in his horse. The tailor ran up to him,
panting like a dog, and barely breathing, having lost his strength in
running. The lord asked him:
“Why, beast, have you been running so senselessly after me? You
have only frightened me: I thought it was a robber with a club that
was after me.”
The tailor said: “I am not a thief, my lord!”
To which the lord: “What manner of creature are you, then?”
“I am a cook by trade, and know how to stew and roast well.”
The lord asked him at once: “What is the sweetest part of the ox?”
The rash man said: “The hide.”
No sooner said than the cook’s sides and face, and belly and back
were swollen, being struck with a whip. The tailor walked slowly off,
weeping disconsolately, and cursing the lord and the trade of a cook.
Mikhaíl Vasílevich Danílov. (1722-1790.)
The Memoirs of Danílov are interesting for the reason that
they indicate the sources from real life from which Catherine
II., Fon-Vízin and others drew the characters for their
comedies. Thus, Matréna Petróvna of Danílov’s Memoirs is
the prototype of Mávra’s mistress in O Tempora (p. 272) and
of Mrs. Uncouth in The Minor, p. 342.
O TEMPORA
Mávra. Believe me, I am telling you the truth. You cannot see her.
She is praying now, and I dare not go into her room myself.
Sensible. Does she really pray all day long? No matter at what
time I come, I am told I cannot see her: she was this morning at
matins, and now she is praying again.
Mávra. That is the way our time is passed.
Sensible. It is good to pray. But there are also duties in our life,
which we are obliged to carry out. Do you mean to tell me that she
prays day and night?
Mávra. No. Our exercises are often changed, yet all goes in a
certain order. Sometimes we have simple services; at others they
read the Monthly Readings; at others again the reading is omitted,
and our lady gives us a sermon on prayer, abstinence and fasting.
Sensible. I have heard it said that your lady is very sanctimonious,
but I have not heard much about her virtues.
Mávra. To tell the truth, I cannot say much about that either. She
very often speaks to her servants on abstinence and fasting,
especially when she distributes the monthly allowances. She never
shows so much earnestness in praying as when creditors come and
ask to be paid for goods taken on credit. She once hurled the prayer-
book so violently at my head that she hurt me and I was compelled
to lie in bed for nearly a week. And why? Because I came during
vesper service to report that the merchant had come to ask for his
money which he had loaned to her at six per cent., and which she
had loaned out again at sixteen. “Accursed one,” she cried to me, “is
this a time to disturb me? You have come, like Satan, to tempt me
with worldly affairs at a time when all my thoughts are given to
repentance and are removed from all cares of this world.” After
having uttered this in great anger, she hurled her prayer-book at my
temple. Look, there is still a mark there, but I have covered it with a
beauty-spot. It is very hard to please her, for she is a very strange
person: sometimes she does not want to be spoken to; and then
again she prattles in church without stopping. She says that it is
sinful to judge your neighbour, and yet she herself passes judgment
on all, and talks about everybody. She especially cannot bear young
ladies, and she is always of the opinion that they never do as they
ought to do.
Sensible. I am glad to find out about her habits. This knowledge
will help me a great deal in the matter of Mr. Milksop’s marriage. But,
to tell the truth, it will be a hard thing for him to get along with such a
woman: she will either drive him out of the house or into his grave.
She demanded herself that I should come to Moscow to talk over her
grandchild’s marriage. So I took a leave of absence for twenty-nine
days, and came down here from St. Petersburg. It is now three
weeks that I have been here, and that I have attempted to see her,
and she is all the time finding new excuses. My time will soon be up,
and I shall have to return. What is it going to be to-day? She has
promised to give a decisive answer, though I do not yet see the
beginning of it.
Mávra. Have a little patience, sir. Maybe you will be able to see
her after vespers; before that time she does not like to receive
guests.
Sensible. But I have a great deal to talk to her about, so please tell
her that I am here. Maybe she will let me in this time.
Mávra. No, sir, for nothing in the world will I report to her, for I shall
be beaten, or at least roundly scolded. She grumbles at me as it is
and calls me a heathen because I sometimes read the Monthly
Essays, or Cleveland.
Sensible. But you may tell her that I am very anxious to see her.
Mávra. As soon as vespers are over, I shall go to her, but not
sooner. Yet, I do not advise you to stay longer than six o’clock. At
that time she receives the visits of ladies like her who amuse her
with bits of news that they have gathered in all the corners of the city.
They talk about all their acquaintances, and malign them, and in their
Christian love pass them over in review. They inform her of all the
news of St. Petersburg, adding to them their own lying inventions:
some say less, others more. No one in that assembly is responsible
for the truth,—that we do not care for,—provided all they have heard
and have invented has been told.
Sensible. Will she at least invite me to supper? What do you think
about that?
Mávra. I doubt it. What suppers do you expect of fasters?
Sensible. What? Do you fast out of stinginess? To-day is not a
fast-day.
Mávra. I did not mean exactly that, only,—only—we do not like
extra guests.
Sensible. Speak more openly with me, Mávra, for you certainly
must know your mistress. Tell me the truth. It seems to me that she
is full of superstitions and hypocrisy, and that she is at that a mean
woman.
Mávra. He who looks for virtues in long prayers and in external
forms and observances will not leave my lady without praise. She
strictly observes all holidays; goes every day to mass; always places
a taper before the images on a holiday; never eats meat on a fast-
day; wears woollen dresses,—do not imagine that she does so from
niggardliness,—and despises all who do not follow her example. She
cannot bear the customs of the day and luxury, but likes to boast of
the past and of those days when she was fifteen years old, since
when, the Lord be blessed! there have passed fifty years or more.
Sensible. As regards external luxury, I myself do not like it, and I
gladly agree with her in that, just as I respect the sincerity of ancient
days. Praiseworthy, most praiseworthy is the ancient faithfulness of
friendship, and the stern observance of a promise, for fear that the
non-observance of the same might redound to one’s dishonour. In all
that I am of the same opinion with her. It is a pity, a real pity, that
now-a-days people are ashamed of nothing, and many young people
no longer blush when they utter a lie or cheat their creditors, nor
young women when they deceive their husbands.
Mávra. Let us leave that alone. In her dress and head-gear, you
will find the representation of the fashion of her ancestors, and in this
she discovers a certain virtue and purity of morals.
Sensible. But why ancestral morals? Those are nothing else but
meaningless customs which she does not distinguish or cannot
distinguish from morals.
Mávra. Yet, according to the opinion of my lady, the older a dress,
the more venerable it is.
Sensible. Tell me, then, what she does during the whole day.
Mávra. But how can I remember it all? And then, I can hardly tell it
all, for you will only laugh. Well, I do not care; I’ll tell you a little about
it. She rises in the morning at six o’clock and, following a good old
custom, gets out of bed bare-footed; then she fixes the lamp before
the images; then reads her morning prayers and the Book of the
Saints; then she combs her cat and picks the fleas off of her, and
sings the verse: “Blessed is he who is kind to the beasts!” During this
singing she does not forget to think of us also: she favours one with
a box on her ears, another with a beating, and another with scolding
and cursing. Then begins the morning mass, during which she
alternately scolds the servant and mumbles prayers; she now sends
the people that had been guilty of some transgression on the
previous day to the stable to be beaten with rods, and now again she
hands the censer to the priest; now she scolds her grandchild for
being so young, and now again she makes her obeisances as she
counts the beads on the rosary; now she passes in review the young
men into whose hands she could rid herself of her grandchild without
a dowry, and now ... ah! wait a minute, sir, I hear a noise, and it is
time for me to get away from here. It is, no doubt, my lady, and I am
afraid she might find us together: there is no telling what she might
think of it. (Exit.)
PRINCE KHLOR