"All who can. Even some of the rich read. Of course, they don't get it from us. They'd clap us right into chains if they did! They understand that this is a slipknot for them in all ages."
"Why a slipknot?"
"What else!" exclaimed Ignaty in amazement. "Why, the peasants are themselves going to take the land from everyone else. They'll wash it out with their blood from under the gentry and the rich; that is to say, they themselves are going to divide it, and divide it so that there won't be masters or workingmen anymore. How then? What's the use of getting into a scrap if not for that?"
Ignaty even seemed to be offended. He looked at Nikolay mistrustfully and skeptically. Nikolay smiled.
"Don't get angry," said the mother jokingly.
Nikolay thoughtfully exclaimed:
"How shall we get the leaflets about Rybin's arrest to the village?" Ignaty grew attentive.
"I'll speak to Vyesovshchikov to-day."
"Is there a leaflet already?" asked Ignaty.