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The wayward children of the city are clapping and shouting behind him, and they have started throwing pebbles as well. But it is astonishing that this beggar neither stops nor scolds those throwing stones. Smiling and humming softly, he continues on his way. Suddenly, a large stone strikes him on the head. When a thin line of blood begins to cross his forehead from the wound, he stops. Then he turns towards the children throwing stones and says.