“In a dilapidated hut, standing on the edge of a provincial town, on a stormy autumn evening, by the light of a night lamp, two young guys were sitting at dinner. They had just come from cooper work and, apparently, were very hungry, because they ate with great zeal, although their dinner consisted of one turi, which was prepared by a dirty woman, who was sitting in the corner of the hut with her head bowed. One of the workers was thin, pale, but not gloomy, and looked no more than eighteen years old; the other is somewhat older, with an open, full face and slightly laughing eyes...”