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Updated: May 14, 2025
Outside a shack built of poles and branches, at a table formed simply of three unplaned boards laid on a trestle stuck firmly into the ground, sat Rybin, all blackened, his shirt open at his breast, Yefim, and two other young men. They were just dining. Rybin was the first to notice the women. Shading his eyes with his hand, he waited in silence.
Yefim looked carefully at Andrey and said: "You have sharp bones; peasants' bones are rounder." "The peasant stands more firmly on his feet," Rybin supplemented. "He feels the ground under him although he does not possess it. Yet he feels the earth. But the factory workingman is something like a bird. He has no home. To-day he's here, to-morrow there.
Good-by, Pavel Vlasov! You stand up for the people all right, brother. God grant you his favor! Perhaps you'll find a way out. God grant it!" And he walked away. "Yes, you may as well die straight off!" murmured Rybin. "You are no men, now. You are only putty good to fill cracks with, that's all! Did you see, Pavel, who it was that shouted to make you a delegate?
At the same time, however, life itself is opening our eyes to its bitter meaning and is itself showing man the way to accelerate its pace. We all of us think just as we live." "True. But wait!" Rybin stopped him. "Man ought to be renovated that's what I think! When a man grows scabby, take him to the bath, give him a thorough cleaning, put clean clothes on him and he will get well. Isn't it so?
The mother observed that all three spoke little, but listened with the insatiable attention of hungry souls, and every time that Rybin spoke they looked into his face with watchful eyes. Savely's talk produced a strange, sharp smile on their faces. No feeling of pity for the sick man was to be detected in their manner.
Rybin smiled occasionally; sometimes he struck a finger on the table as if punctuating a period. Now and then he cried out briefly: "So!" And once, laughing out, he said quietly: "You're young. You know people but little!" Pavel stopping before him said seriously: "Let's not talk of being old or being young. Let us rather see whose thoughts are truer."
"We do not consider such a tax just!" Pavel replied loudly. "So, in my plan to drain the marsh you see only a desire to exploit the workingmen and not a desire to better their conditions; is that it?" "Yes!" Pavel replied. "And you, also?" the manager asked Rybin. "The very same!" "How about you, my worthy friend?" The manager turned to Sizov. "I, too, want to ask you to let us keep our kopecks."
Well, what if they are?" "But it's you who distribute the books, not they. Then it's you that ought to go to prison." "What a strange fellow you are!" said Rybin with a smile, striking his hand on his knee. "Who would suspect me, a muzhik, of occupying myself with such matters? Why, does such a thing happen?
The crowd, giving way, still maintained silence. The mother, in impotent grief, bowed her head; one of the peasants sighed. Rybin spoke again: "There! Look, good people!" "Silence!" and the sergeant struck his face. Rybin reeled. "They bind a man's hands and then torment him, and do with him whatever they please." "Policemen, take him! Disperse, people!"
"It's necessary that your hair shouldn't turn gray in vain, that your heart shouldn't ache for nothing. Behold, boys! She's lost her son, but what of it? Has it killed her? Nilovna, did you bring books?" The mother looked at him, and after a pause said: "I did." "That's it," said Rybin, striking the table with the palm of his hand. "I knew it at once when I saw you.
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