"
The peasant's eyes flashed, and he said rapidly:
"I'll return it. Some of our folks bring tar not far from here.
They will return it for me. Thank you! Nowadays a book is like
a candle in the night to us."
Rybin, already dressed and tightly girt, came in and said to Yefim:
"Come, it's time for us to go."
"Now, I have something to read!" exclaimed Yefim, pointing to the
book and smiling inwardly. When he had gone, Pavel animatedly said,
turning to Andrey:
"Did you notice those fellows?"
"Y-yes!" slowly uttered the Little Russian. "Like clouds in the
sunset--thick, dark clouds, moving slowly."
"Mikhail!" exclaimed the mother. "He looks as if he had never been
in a factory! A peasant again. And how formidable he looks!"
"I'm sorry you weren't here," said Pavel to Andrey, who was sitting
at the table, staring gloomily into his glass of tea. "You could
have seen the play of hearts. You always talk about the heart.
Rybin got up a lot of steam; he upset me, crushed me. I couldn't
even reply to him. How distrustful he is of people, and how cheaply
he values them! Mother is right. That man has a formidable power
in him."
"I noticed it," the Little Russian replied glumly.
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