Thoughtfully，hedrummedwithhisfingersagainstthetableandexaminedhisface，whichwasreflectedinthebrightlypolishedbrassofthesamovar。Thenheraisedhishead，winkedhiseyesandsaidimpressivelyandirritably：
\"Theyarenotmen，theyaresores！ThebloodoftheRussianpeoplehasbecomemixed，ithasbecomemixedandspoiled，andfromthebadbloodhavecomeallthesebookandnewspaper-
writers，theseterriblePharisees。Theyhavebrokenouteverywhere，andtheyarestillbreakingout，moreandmore。
Whencecomesthisspoilingoftheblood？Fromslownessofmotion。
Whencethemosquitoes，forinstance？Fromtheswamp。Allsortsofuncleanlinessmultiplyinstagnantwaters。Thesameistrueofadisorderedlife。\"