Nilovna! A new people is coming.

What sort of a life have we lived?
We crawled on our knees, and always crouched on the ground! But here are the new people.

They have either come to their senses, or else are blundering worse than we; but they are not like us, anyway.

Just look at those youngsters talking to the manager as to their equal! Yes, ma'am! Oh, if only my son Matvey were alive! Good-by, Pavel Vlasov! You stand up for the people all right, brother.

God grant you his favor! Perhaps you'll find a way out.