The other day I heard how he speaks in the factory, and thinks I to myself: that man isn't going to be vanquished; it's only one thing will knock him out, and that's death! A sturdy chap! Do you trust me, Pavel ?" "Yes, I trust you!" said Pavel, nodding.
"That's right.

Look! I am forty years old; I am twice as old as you, and I've seen twenty times as much as you.

For three years long I wore my feet to the bone marching in the army.

I have been married twice.
I've been in the Caucasus, I know the Dukhobors.

They're not masters of life, no, they aren't!" The mother listened eagerly to his direct speech.