All we require, then, little fathers, is organization.

There are nine hundred souls in Osterno; are you going to bow down before one man?
All men are equal--moujik and barin, krestyanin and prince.

Why do you not go up to the castle that frowns down upon the village, and tell the man there that you are starving, that he must feed you, that you are not going to work from dawn till eve while he sits on his velvet couch and smokes his gold-tipped cigarettes.

Why do you not go and tell him that you are not going to starve and die while he eats caviare and peaches from gold plates and dishes ?" A resounding bang of the fist finished this fine oration, and again the questions were unanswered.
"They are all the same, these aristocrats," the man thundered on.

"Your prince is as the others, I make no doubt.