Don't you think so ?" he asked, looking firmly at Pavel.
"Yes, the tine has come." The answer was accompanied by a smile.

"But it's hard.

You must know what to say to soldiers, and how to say it." "We'll learn; we'll know how," Yefim said.
"And if the superiors catch you at it, they may shoot you down," Pavel concluded, looking curiously at Yefim.
"They will show no mercy," the peasant assented calmly, and resumed his examination of the books.
"Drink your tea, Yefim; we've got to leave soon," said Rybin.
"Directly." And Yefim asked again: "Revolution is an uprising, isn't it ?" Andrey came, red, perspiring, and dejected.

He shook Yefim's hand without saying anything, sat down by Rybin's side, and smiled as he looked at him.
"What's the trouble?
Why so blue ?" Rybin asked, tapping his knee.
"Nothing." "Are you a workingman, too ?" asked Yefim, nodding his head toward the Little Russian.
"Yes," Andrey answered.

"Why ?" "This is the first time he's seen factory workmen," explained Rybin.
"He says they're different from others." "How so ?" Pavel asked.
Yefim looked carefully at Andrey and said: "You have sharp bones; peasants' bones are rounder." "The peasant stands more firmly on his feet," Rybin supplemented.