At the least provocation--farewell, my dear! and off he goes to look for something better.

But the peasant wants to improve himself just where he is without moving off the spot.
There's your mother!" And Rybin went out into the kitchen.
Yefim approached Pavel, and with embarrassment asked: "Perhaps you will give me a book ?" "Certainly." The peasant's eyes flashed, and he said rapidly: "I'll return it.

Some of our folks bring tar not far from here.

They will return it for me.

Thank you! Nowadays a book is like a candle in the night to us." Rybin, already dressed and tightly girt, came in and said to Yefim: "Come, it's time for us to go." "Now, I have something to read!" exclaimed Yefim, pointing to the book and smiling inwardly.