I understand what it is; I understand it.

But I will not go hand in hand with the masters.

They'll push me to the front when it suits them, and then walk over my bones as over a bridge to get where they want to." At the sound of his morose words, uttered in a stubborn, thick, and forceful voice, the mother's heart contracted in pain.
"Good Lord!" she exclaimed in anguish.

"Where is the truth?
Can it be that Pavel does not understand?
And all those who come here from the city--is it possible that they don't understand ?" The serious, honest faces of Yegor, Nikolay Ivanovich, and Sashenka passed before her mind, and her heart fluttered.
"No, no!" she said, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought.

"I can't believe it.