Book: The village of Stepanchikovo and its inhabitants. Page 2

...are you sure that those are already quite humbled and consider myself for the honor and the happiness to be your jesters, toadies and hangers-on, if you're sure that they've absolutely refused to take any pride? And envy, and gossip, and tattling, and snitching, but a mysterious hissing in the back corners you have somewhere at hand, at your own Desk?.. Who knows, maybe in some of these downtrodden fate of Wanderers, fools and your foolish, self-esteem not only from humiliation, but even more action from this same humiliation, from foolishness and buffoonery, from prohibitionist and always forced subordination and impersonality. Who knows, maybe this ugly sprouting ego is only false, the original twisted sense of self-esteem, offended in the first time, maybe in childhood by oppression, poverty, filth, spat upon, maybe even in the face of the parents of the future of MAV, in his own eyes?