You live here, you don't know hunger, you don't see such outrages.

There hunger stalks after a man all his life like a shadow, and he has no hope for bread--no hope! Hunger destroys the soul of the people; the very image of man is effaced from their countenances.

They do not live, they rot in dire unavoidable want.
And around them the government authorities watch like ravens to see if a crumb is not left over.

And if they do find a crumb, they snatch that away, too, and give you a punch in the face besides." Rybin looked around, bent down to Pavel, his hand resting on the table: "I even got sick and faint when I saw that life again.

I looked around me--but I couldn't! However, I conquered my repulsion.