"A strike?"
"For one kopeck?"
"Why not? Why not strike?"
"We'll all be discharged!"
"And who is going to do the work?"
"There are others!"
"Who? Judases?"
"Every year I would have to give three rubles and sixty kopecks to the mosquitoes!"
"All of us would have to give it!"
Pavel walked down and stood at the side of his mother. No one paid any attention to him now. They were all yelling and debating hotly with one another.