Also in this he pondered much. With the medieval scholasticism full sharpness stacked one who he thought irrefutable arguments on each other to clarify the idea that wealth in itself did not have to be an insurmountable obstacle to the miracle. Paul himself had not been a pauper, but an educated man. He had gone to school and been a scribe.

And for the rest: it was absolutely necessary that he should be rich? He could not simply resign from his grandfather’s money? He could not say no, then they came and offered him wealth, saying that he did not want it and that they had to do with it what they wanted?

But neither this decision helped. Nothing happened … A few days he was seized by panic. So everything was calm again within him, as the daily school routine laced him into its volatile political history monotonous. Weeks went by. In the end, was the dream of the miracle that only one-half overgrown wound deep in his chest. Sometimes sticking it in a sudden pain, as he sat with his books on the table and he saw the endless road, he had to go before he would be great, really great … And after this sudden pain was there, as if it tickling in the wound: he had a vague and pleasant feeling that perhaps, after all, the miracle would happen, sooner than he imagined …

One day, the clarity flowing over him like a sudden bunch of sunrays.

One morning, after prayer rose up the head teacher at her desk in ORATORY and declared that the disciples of the school, which during the term wanted to enjoy confirmation classes, would report to the principal’s office.

He felt as if he sat half asleep and in a tug was wide awake by something that warmed his entire body.

The miracle – it was the confirmation! It was through it, it would happen. Through it, he would understand everything, his longings, his own soul …

He had the sensation of an indescribable relief. Finally – - – Now he had found what he sought. Now he knew what he wanted. He would not delay the confirmation of the summer. He could not go a whole semester and wait for this, which at a stroke would change his whole life. He was afraid for himself, did not trust himself. Maybe when summer came, the dream of the miracle would not be fully resolved. And at the same time would also frivolity and vanity have several more months to work its way deeper and deeper into him.