"
"Aha!" exclaimed Rybin, turning in his chair like a bear. "There you
are! When I reached that thought I was seized with a cold shiver, too."
"Now what is it? Tell me! Did you find out anything?"
"Deception! Fraud! I feel it. It's deception. I know nothing,
but I feel sure there's deception in it. Yes! The masters are up
to some clever trick, and I want nothing of it. I want the truth.
I understand what it is; I understand it. But I will not go hand
in hand with the masters. They'll push me to the front when it
suits them, and then walk over my bones as over a bridge to get
where they want to."
At the sound of his morose words, uttered in a stubborn, thick,
and forceful voice, the mother's heart contracted in pain.
"Good Lord!" she exclaimed in anguish. "Where is the truth? Can
it be that Pavel does not understand? And all those who come here
from the city--is it possible that they don't understand?" The
serious, honest faces of Yegor, Nikolay Ivanovich, and Sashenka
passed before her mind, and her heart fluttered.
"No, no!" she said, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought.
"I can't believe it. They are for truth and honor and conscience;
they have no evil designs; oh, no!"
"Whom are you talking about?" asked Rybin thoughtfully.
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