And they reason correctly, too, and all that sort of thing.

They have common sense.

Yet they are only labourers." In the darkness behind them the men struck up a powerful choral song.
Inharmonious at first, it swelled and grew until it rolled in a huge, powerful wave through the invigorating nocturnal air, above the deserted field.
"My God!" said Yozhov, sadly and softly, heaving a sigh.

"Whereby are we to live?
Whereon fasten our soul?
Who shall quench its thirsts for friendship brotherhood, love, for pure and sacred toil ?" "These simple people," said Foma, slowly and pensively, without listening to his companion s words, absorbed as he was in his own thoughts, "if one looks into these people, they're not so bad! It's even very--it is interesting.

Peasants, labourers, to look at them plainly, they are just like horses.