And they need the law more than we do.

So that when the law hits them on the head, although they cry out they do not cry very loud.

Your own stick does not fall upon you so heavily.

For them the laws are to some extent a protection, but for us they are only chains to keep us bound so we can't kick." Three days afterwards in the evening, when the mother sat at the table knitting stockings and the Little Russian was reading to her from a book about the revolt of the Roman slaves, a loud knock was heard at the door.

The Little Russian went to open it and admitted Vyesovshchikov with a bundle under his arm, his hat pushed back on his head, and mud up to his knees.
"I was passing by, and seeing a light in your house, I dropped in to ask you how you are.