Yakov suddenly broke off and looked into Yevsey's face. For a minute he walked in silence with knit brows.
The mention of the leaflets recalled his duty to Yevsey. He wrinkled his forehead painfully. Wishing to push something away from himself and his cousin, he said quietly:
"I read those leaflets."
"Well?" asked Yakov, slackening his gait.
"I don't understand them. What are they for?"
"You read some more."
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Just so."
"They're not interesting to you?"