At the peasant's words about Plato living for his soul, rightly, in a godly way, dim but important thoughts crowded into his mind, as if breaking loose from some place where they had been locked up, and all rushing toward one goal, whirled in his head, dazzling him with their light.
Al oír que Fokanich «vivía para su alma, siendo justo, como Dios manda», pensamientos vagos, pero fecundos, habían acudido en tropel a su mente, dirigidos todos a un único fin, cegándole el entendimiento.