Their ideas, the ideas of the masters, are unintelligible to me, a muzhik.

What I do myself, I know, but what they are after I cannot tell.

For thousands of years they have punctiliously and consistently pursued the business of being masters, and have fleeced and flayed the skins of the muzhiks; and all of a sudden they wake up and want to open the muzhik's eyes.

I am not a man for fairy tales, brother, and that's in the nature of a fairy tale.

That's why I can't get interested in them.