"He looks like a bear and behaves like a fox." Pavel rose, and pacing up and down the room with even steps, said reproachfully: "We'll let you have the books, but what you want to do is not right, Mikhail Ivanovich." "Why is it not right ?" asked Rybin, opening his eyes in astonishment.
"You yourself ought to answer for what you do.

It is not right to manage matters so that others should suffer for what you do." Pavel spoke sternly.
Rybin looked at the floor, shook his head, and said: "I don't understand you." "If the teachers are suspected," said Pavel, stationing himself in front of Rybin, "of distributing illegal books, don't you think they'll be put in jail for it ?" "Yes.

Well, what if they are ?" "But it's you who distribute the books, not they.

Then it's you that ought to go to prison." "What a strange fellow you are!" said Rybin with a smile, striking his hand on his knee.

"Who would suspect me, a muzhik, of occupying myself with such matters?
Why, does such a thing happen?
Books are affairs of the masters, and it's for them to answer for them." The mother felt that Pavel did not understand Rybin, and she saw that he was screwing up his eyes--a sign of anger.