Then let's equalize them, put them all in one row! Let's divide equally all that's produced by the brains and all that's made by the hands.

Let's not keep one another in the slavery of fear and envy, in the thraldom of greed and stupidity!" The mother and the Little Russian now began to carry on such conversations with each other frequently.

He was again taken into the factory.

He turned over all his earnings to the mother, and she took the money from him with as little fuss as from Pavel.

Sometimes Andrey would suggest with a twinkle in his eyes: "Shall we read a little, mother, eh ?" She would invariably refuse, playfully but resolutely.