Listen.

Attain to God by work; it all lies in that; or disappear like rotten mildew.

Attain to Him by work." "God by work?
What sort of work ?" "Peasants' work.

Go, give up all your wealth....

Ah! you laugh, you're afraid of some trick ?" But Stavrogin was not laughing.
"You suppose that one may attain to God by work, and by peasants' work," he repeated, reflecting as though he had really come across something new and serious which was worth considering.