I told you about him." A light-haired, broad-faced young fellow in a short fur overcoat, well built and evidently strong, stood before Pavel, holding his cap in both hands and looking at him from the corners of his gray eyes.
"How do you do ?" he said hoarsely, as he shook hands with Pavel, and stroked his curly hair with both hands.

He looked around the room, immediately spied the bookshelf, and walked over to it slowly.
"Went straight to them!" Rybin said, winking to Pavel.
Yefim started to examine the books, and said: "A whole lot of reading here! But I suppose you haven't much time for it.

Down in the village they have more time for reading." "But less desire ?" Pavel asked.
"Why?
They have the desire, too," answered the fellow, rubbing his chin.

"The times are so now that if you don't think, you might as well lie down and die.

But the people don't want to die; and so they've begun to make their brains work.