When the peasants rise up, they'll overturn absolutely everything! They need bare land, and they will lay it bare, tear down everything." He spoke slowly, and it was evident that his mind was on something else.

The mother cautiously tapped him on the shoulder.
"Pull yourself together, Andriusha." "Wait a little, my dear mother, my own!" he begged softly and kindly.
"All this is so ugly--although I didn't mean to do any harm.

Wait!" And suddenly rousing himself, he said, striking the table with his hand: "Yes, Pavel, the peasant will lay the land bare for himself when he rises to his feet.

He will burn everything up, as if after a plague, so that all traces of his wrongs will vanish in ashes." "And then he will get in our way," Pavel observed softly.
"It's our business to prevent that.

We are nearer to him; he trusts us; he will follow us." "Do you know, Rybin proposes that we should publish a newspaper for the village ?" "We must do it, too.