My masters call you a heretic; you don't go to church.

I don't, either.

Then the papers appeared, those leaflets.

Was it you that thought them out ?" "Yes, I!" answered Pavel, without taking his eyes off Rybin's face.
Rybin also looked steadily into Pavel's eyes.
"You alone!" exclaimed the mother, coming into the room.

"It wasn't you alone." Pavel smiled; Rybin also.
The mother sniffed, and walked away, somewhat offended because they did not pay attention to her words.
"Those leaflets are well thought out.