It's so senseless, so useless.

You are all working in the movement, and I see that it is growing, and I'm outside of it all.

I haul boards and beams.

Is it possible to live for the sake of hauling timber?
Give me some hard work." Pavel clasped his hand, pulling him toward himself.
"We will!" From behind the curtains resounded the Little Russian's voice: "Nikolay, I'll teach you typesetting, and you'll work as a compositor for us.

Yes ?" Nikolay went over to him and said: "If you'll teach me that, I'll give you my knife." "To the devil with your knife!" exclaimed the Little Russian and burst out laughing.
"It's a good knife," Nikolay insisted.