Do you remember, Pavel, you explained to me that as a man lives, so he also thinks, and that if the workingman says 'Yes,' the master must say 'No,' and if the workingman says 'No,' the master, because of the nature of the beast, is bound to cry 'Yes.' So you see, their natures are different one from the other.
The muzhik has his nature, and the gentleman has his.

When the peasant has a full stomach, the gentleman passes sleepless nights.

Of course, every fold has its black sheep, and I have no desire to defend the peasants wholesale." Rybin rose to his feet somber and powerful.

His face darkened, his beard quivered as if he ground his teeth inaudibly, and he continued in a lowered voice: "For five years I beat about from factory to factory, and got unaccustomed to the village.

Then I went to the village again, looked around, and I found I could not live like that any more! You understand?
I CAN'T.