Then her face assumed a strained expression; she seemed to prepare herself for something and asked her brother in a low voice, almost reverently: "Shall we return to the beginning of our conversation ?" "If you please," assented Taras, shortly.
"You said something, but I didn't understand.

What was it?
I asked: 'If all this is, as you say, Utopia, if it is impossible, dreams, then what is he to do who is not satisfied with life as it is ?'" The girl leaned her whole body toward her brother, and her eyes, with strained expectation, stopped on the calm face of her brother.

He glanced at her in a weary way, moved about in his seat, and, lowering his head, said calmly and impressively: "We must consider from what source springs that dissatisfaction with life.

It seems to me that, first of all, it comes from the inability to work; from the lack of respect for work.

And, secondly, from a wrong conception of one's own powers.