Down with private property!' You
see, we are not rebels."
Pavel smiled, and the kindly fire of his blue eyes blazed forth
more brilliantly.
"Please, more to the point!" said the presiding judge distinctly
and aloud. He turned his chest to Pavel, and regarded him. It
seemed to the mother that his dim left eye began to burn with a
sinister, greedy fire. The look all the judges cast on her son
made her uneasy for him. She fancied that their eyes clung to his
face, stuck to his body, thirsted for his blood, by which they might
reanimate their own worn-out bodies. And he, erect and tall,
standing firmly and vigorously, stretched out his hand to them while
he spoke distinctly:
"We are revolutionists, and will be such as long as private property
exists, as long as some merely command, and as long as others merely
work. We take stand against the society whose interests you are
bidden to protect as your irreconcilable enemies, and reconciliation
between us is impossible until we shall have been victorious. We
will conquer--we workingmen! Your society is not at all so powerful
as it thinks itself. That very property, for the production and
preservation of which it sacrifices millions of people enslaved by
it--that very force which gives it the power over us--stirs up
discord within its own ranks, destroys them physically and morally.
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