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Children cannot discuss such questions; it does them harm." "Agents' reports are not always to be believed," said Voronok restrainedly. Doulebov flushed slightly and said in an annoyed manner. "We don't maintain agents, but we have many acquaintances. We have lived here a long time. It is impossible not to hear what is told us."
Voronok's house was situated in a very convenient place, somewhere between the centre of the town and the factory section. This house had many visitors because Voronok was an assiduous worker in the local Social Democratic Party.
They were for the most part charming, sincere, and intelligent youngsters, but very dishevelled and very self-conscious. Voronok taught them very heartily and with good results.
His chief function was to carry on propaganda among the working men and the young, and incidentally to instil into them party views and a true understanding of the aims of the working classes. Young boys used to come to Voronok, his pupils from the town school, and these brought their comrades and acquaintances with them those whom they met at home or by chance.
Elisaveta said resolutely: "I want to see the family of the dead man." "I don't know where they live. We shall have to see Voronok first. He has all the information." "Shall we find him at home now?" "I think so," said Trirodov. "If he's at home we'll all start together." They drove off. The dusty road trailed behind the rapid wheels, and revealed vistas of depressing commonplaceness.
They assimilated his teachings: a sympathy towards the working proletariat, a hate towards the satiated bourgeois, a consciousness of the irreconcilability of the interests of the two classes, and a few random facts from history. The ragamuffins from the town school invariably opened every visit to Voronok by complaining against the school rules and the inspector.
"I've just heard," said Voronok, "that a nine-year-old boy is kept in confinement by the police." "The young rebel!" said the Vice-Governor savagely. "Yes, and I've also heard," said Poterin, "that a thirteen-year-old boy has been arrested. Such a little beggar, and already in revolt." The Vice-Governor said morosely: "He's going with his grandfather to Siberia."
Everything was in order. The thick volumes of Katkov quietly slumbered; the dust had been wiped from them on the eve of the Vice-Governor's visit. Poterin made use of an opportunity to make insinuations against the instructors. He reported that Voronok did not go to church, and that he collected schoolboys at his own house in order to read something or other to them.
They complained chiefly about trifles. They would say with an injured air: "They compel us to wear official badges upon our caps." "They treat us as if we were little children." "They brand us, so that every one may know that we are the boys of the town school." "They force us to cut our hair; why should our hair worry them?" Voronok sympathized with them fully.
He did not much resemble a party workman; he was gracious, spoke little, and produced the impression of a reserved, well-trained man. He always wore starched linen, a high collar, a fashionable tie and a bowler hat. He had his hair trimmed short, and his beard was most neatly brushed. "I will go with you, with pleasure," said Voronok amiably.
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