Now, then, do you know where all this money for the books comes from ?" "No, I don't know," replied the mother in a low voice, anticipating danger.
"Nor do I! Another question I've got to ask is: Who writes those books?
The educated folks.

The masters!" Rybin spoke curtly and decisively, his voice grew gruffer and gruffer, and his bearded face reddened as with the strain of exertion.

"Now, then, the masters write the books and distribute them.

But the writings in the books are against these very masters.

Now, tell me, why do they spend their money and their time to stir up the people against themselves?
Eh ?" Nilovna blinked, then opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in fright: "What do you think?
Tell me." "Aha!" exclaimed Rybin, turning in his chair like a bear.