"She has a nose like a mushroom, cheek bones like a pair of scissors; yet her heart is like a bright little star." They sat down to drink tea.
Vyesovshchikov took a big potato, heavily salted a slice of bread, and began to chew slowly and deliberately, like an ox.
"And how are matters here ?" he asked, with his mouth full.
When Andrey cheerfully recounted to him the growth the socialist propaganda in the factory, he again grew morose and remarked dully: "It takes too long! Too long, entirely! It ought go faster!" The mother regarded him, and was seized with a feeling of hostility toward this man.
"Life is not a horse; you can't set it galloping with a whip," said Andrey.
But Vyesovshchikov stubbornly shook his head, and proceeded: "It's slow! I haven't the patience.

What am I to do ?" He opened his arms in a gesture of helplessness, and waited for a response.
"We all must learn and teach others.

That's our business!" said Andrey, bending his head.
Vyesovshchikov asked: "And when are we going to fight ?" "There'll be more than one butchery of us up to that time, that I know!" answered the Little Russian with a smile.

"But when we shall be called on to fight, that I don't know! First, you see, we must equip the head, and then the hand.

That's what I think." "The heart!" said Nikolay laconically.
"And the heart, too." Nikolay became silent, and began to eat again.