Only you don't want to acknowledge it to people because I am so ugly." She patted him on the hand without speaking.

She would have liked to say many endearing things, but her heart was wrung with pity, and the words would not leave her tongue.
They spoke in the village about the socialists who distributed broadcast leaflets in blue ink.

In these leaflets the conditions prevailing in the factory were trenchantly and pointedly depicted, as well as the strikes in St.Petersburg and southern Russia; and the workingmen were called upon to unite and fight for their interests.
The staid people who earned good pay waxed wroth as they read the literature, and said abusively: "Breeders of rebellion! For such business they ought to get their eyes blacked." And they carried the pamphlets to the office.
The young people read the proclamations eagerly, and said excitedly: "It's all true!" The majority, broken down with their work, and indifferent to everything, said lazily: "Nothing will come of it.

It is impossible!" But the leaflets made a stir among the people, and when a week passed without their getting any, they said to one another: "None again to-day! It seems the printing must have stopped." Then on Monday the leaflets appeared again; and again there was a dull buzz of talk among the workingmen.
In the taverns and the factory strangers were noticed, men whom no one knew.

They asked questions, scrutinized everything and everybody; looked around, ferreted about, and at once attracted universal attention, some by their suspicious watchfulness, others by their excessive obtrusiveness.
The mother knew that all this commotion was due to the work of her son Pavel.