At first they became moist with tears of fatigue; and then tears of sorrow rapidly dropped down on the page.
"I'm learning to read," she said, sobbing.

"It's time for me to die, and I'm just learning to read!" "You mustn't cry," said the Little Russian gently.

"It wasn't your fault you lived the way you did; and yet you understand that you lived badly.

There are thousands of people who could live better than you, but who live like cattle and then boast of how well they live.

But what is good in their lives?
To-day, their day's work over, they eat, and to-morrow, their day's work over, they eat, and so on through all their years--work and eat, work and eat! Along with this they bring forth children, and at first amuse themselves with them, but when they, too, begin to eat much, they grow surly and scold: 'Come on, you gluttons! Hurry along! Grow up quick! It's time you get to work!' and they would like to make beasts of burden of their children.