asked him to sit down, and himself dropped into a chair. Markelov began, without a word, by lighting a cigarette. Nezhdanov followed his example.
'Have you had time yet to make friends with the peasants here?' Markelov asked at last.
'No; I've not had time yet.'
'You've not been here long, then?'
'I shall soon have been here a fortnight.'
'Been very busy?'
'Not very.'
Markelov coughed grimly.
'H'm! The peasants here are rather a wretched lot,' he resumed; 'an ignorant lot. They want teaching. There's great poverty, but no one to explain to them what their poverty comes from.'
'Those who were your brother-in-law's serfs, as far as I can judge, aren't poor,' remarked Nezhdanov.
'My brother-in-law's a humbug; he knows how to hoodwink people. The peasants about here are no good, certainly; but he has a factory. That's where one must make an effort. One need only stick the spade in there and the whole ant-heap will be on the move directly. Have you any books with you?'
'Yes . . . but not many.'
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