"You'll have a chance to hear our songs.

They're our confession of faith." "I know your confession of faith," said Mironov thoughtfully.

"I read your papers.

You, Nilovna," he exclaimed, smiling at the mother with knowing eyes, "are you going to revolt, too ?" "Well, even if it's only before death, I want to walk shoulder to shoulder with the truth." "I declare!" said Mironov.

"I guess they were telling the truth when they said you carried forbidden books to the factory." "Who said so ?" asked Pavel.
"Oh, people.