None of them, it seemed, had either the time or the desire to attempt to change this state of life.
Once in a long while a stranger would come to the village.

At first he attracted attention merely because he was a stranger.

Then he aroused a light, superficial interest by the stories of the places where he had worked.

Afterwards the novelty wore off, the people got used to him, and he remained unnoticed.

From his stories it was clear that the life of the workingmen was the same everywhere.