Possibly more difficult, especially in Russia," Liputin ventured again.
"It's Russia they rest their hopes on now," said an officer.
"We've heard they are resting their hopes on it," interposed the lame man.

"We know that a mysterious finger is pointing to our delightful country as the land most fitted to accomplish the great task.

But there's this: by the gradual solution of the problem by propaganda I shall gain something, anyway--I shall have some pleasant talk, at least, and shall even get some recognition from government for my services to the cause of society.

But in the second way, by the rapid method of cutting off a hundred million heads, what benefit shall I get personally?
If you began advocating that, your tongue might be cut out." "Yours certainly would be," observed Verhovensky.
"You see.

And as under the most favourable circumstances you would not get through such a massacre in less than fifty or at the best thirty years--for they are not sheep, you know, and perhaps they would not let themselves be slaughtered--wouldn't it be better to pack one's bundle and migrate to some quiet island beyond calm seas and there close one's eyes tranquilly?
Believe me"-- he tapped the table significantly with his finger--"you will only promote emigration by such propaganda and nothing else!" He finished evidently triumphant.