Leo Tolstoy. Sunday (№ 231474)

In his memory was the village people: women, children, the elderly, poverty and izmuchennoe that he seemed now for the first time saw, especially the smiling old man, a baby sukashi bezkarnie legs - and he involuntarily compared them with what was in the city. Passing by stalls of meat, fish and ready-made clothes, he was struck by exactly the first time I saw it - full of a huge number of such pure and fat shopkeepers, no one person in the village. These people, obviously, were firmly convinced that their efforts to deceive the people who are kind in their product, be not idle, but very useful exercise. The same was fed Kucher with huge bottoms and buttons on the back, such as porters in caps, trimmed with braid, the same maids in aprons and curls, and in particular cabs-cabs with the backs of their heads trimmed, sat, lolling, in their cabs, contemptuously and wickedly considering passing. All of these people he could not help saw now those same rural people are deprived of their land and this deprivation is driven in the city. Some of these people were able to take advantage of the urban conditions and have become same as the Lord, and rejoiced in his position while others were in the city in even worse conditions than in the village, and was even more pathetic. Such a pathetic thought Nekhludoff, those shoemakers, whom he saw working in the window of one of the basement; the same was thin, pale, dishevelled washerwomen, thin bare arms stroking in front of open Windows, from which poured soap couples. Those were two of the Dyer in aprons and walkers on her bare feet, everything from head to toe covered in paint, met Nekhludoff. In rolled-up above the elbow tanned sinewy weak hands they carried a bucket of paint and incessantly scolded. Their faces looked haggard and angry. The same faces were dusted with black faces cart-cabs, shaking on his perch. The same was with puffy ragged men and women, with children standing on street corners and asking for alms. The same faces were to be seen at the open Windows of the Inn, past which Nekhludoff had to pass. Dirty with bottles and tea utensils tables, between which, swaying, scurrying white sex, sat shouting and singing red, perspiring men with red odarennyj persons. One sat by the window with lifted brows and putting her lips, staring in front of him as if trying to remember something.