Some one in the back rows muttered: "What is he talking about?
Ah! From a paper, or by heart ?" "Oh, you rascals!" exclaimed Gordyeeff, shaking his head.

"What have you made?
It is not life that you have made, but a prison.

It is not order that you have established, you have forged fetters on man.

It is suffocating, it is narrow, there is no room for a living soul to turn.
Man is perishing! You are murderers! Do you understand that you exist today only through the patience of mankind ?" "What does this mean ?" exclaimed Reznikov, clasping his hands in rage and indignation.

"Ilya Yefimov, what's this?
I can't bear to hear such words." "Gordyeeff!" cried Bobrov.