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"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."
She stared at the woman, who held her hand firmly in her clasp, and repeated, smiling: "Christ would not have been, either, if men hadn't suffered for his sake." Sizov appeared at her side. He took off his hat and waving it to the measure of the song, said: "They're marching openly, eh, mother? And composed a song, too! What a song, mother, eh?"
On the benches behind her, where up to that time the people had been waiting in crushed silence, a responsive, subdued hum was audible. "They're not trembling!" she heard Sizov whisper; and at her right side Samoylov's mother burst into soft sobs. "Silence!" came a stern shout. "I warn you beforehand," said the old man, "I shall have to "
I cannot recognize him as my father." "S-s-o-o!" Sizov was taken aback. After a pause he said, looking at the girl sidewise: "Well, mother, good-by. I'm going off to the left. Stop in sometimes for a talk and a glass of tea. Good evening, lady. You're pretty hard on your father of course, that's your business."
"Go home, Nilovna! Go, mother! You're all worn out," said Sizov loudly. He was pale, his disheveled beard shook. Suddenly knitting his brows he threw a stern glance about him on all, drew himself up to his full height, and said distinctly: "My son Matvey was crushed in the factory. You know it! But were he alive, I myself would have sent him into the lines of those along with them.
Near her somebody's clear voice said nervously: "Comrades, friends, the autocracy, the monster which devours the Russian people to-day again gulped into its bottomless, greedy mouth " "However, mother, let's go," said Sizov. And at the same time Sasha appeared, caught the mother under her arm, and quickly dragged her away to the other side of the street. "Come! They're going to make arrests. What?
"The Czar for the army soldiers must have, Then give him your sons " "They're not afraid of anything," said Sizov. "And my son is in the grave. The factory crushed him to death, yes!" The mother's heart beat rapidly, and she began to lag behind. She was soon pushed aside hard against a fence, and the close-packed crowd went streaming past her.
I've been working here thirty-nine years, and I've been alive fifty-three years. To-day they've arrested my nephew, a pure and intelligent boy. He, too, was in the front, side by side with Vlasov; right at the banner." Sizov made a motion with his hand, shrank together, and said as he took the mother's hand: "This woman spoke the truth.
I myself would have told him: 'Go you, too, Matvey! That's the right cause, that's the honest cause!" He stopped abruptly, and a sullen silence fell on all, in the powerful grip of something huge and new, but something that no longer frightened them. Sizov lifted his hand, shook it, and continued: "It's an old man who is speaking to you. You know me!
The spark must be thrown into the heart, into its very depths!" "It's time we lived and were guided by reason," Pavel said in a low voice. "The boot does not fit the foot; it's too thin and narrow! The foot won't get in! And if it does, it will wear the boot out mighty quick. That is the trouble." Sizov, meanwhile, talked to the mother. "It's time for us old folks to get into our graves. Nilovna!
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