"Man ought to be renovated--that's what I think! When a man grows scabby, take him to the bath, give him a thorough cleaning, put clean clothes on him--and he will get well.

Isn't it so?
And if the heart grows scabby, take its skin off, even if it bleeds, wash it, and dress it up all afresh.
Isn't it so?
How else can you clean the inner man?
There now!" Pavel began to speak hotly and bitterly about God, about the Czar, about the government authorities, about the factory, and how in foreign countries the workingmen stand up for their rights.

Rybin smiled occasionally; sometimes he struck a finger on the table as if punctuating a period.

Now and then he cried out briefly: "So!" And once, laughing out, he said quietly: "You're young.

You know people but little!" Pavel stopping before him said seriously: "Let's not talk of being old or being young.