“Even granting (though I don’t grant it) that the people will be changed into proletarians,” said Mezhenétsky, “what makes you suppose that they will take the form you have foreordained?”
“Because it is a scientific deduction,” put in the dark woman, turning away from the window.
When the kind of activity necessary to attain their aim came under discussion, their differences became even more accentuated. Román and his friends insisted on the necessity of educating an army of workmen to help in the transformation of the peasants into factory workers, and to preach Socialism among them, and not only to refrain from openly fighting the Government, but to use it for the attainment of their aims. Mezhenétsky, on the contrary, declared that one must fight the Government openly and terrorize it; since the Government was both stronger and more cunning than they. “It is not you that will deceive the Government—but you that will be deceived by it. We carried on propaganda work among the people and resisted the Government as well.”
“And much good you did!” said the dark woman.
“Yes, I do think that open warfare with the Government is a waste of energy,” remarked Román.
“March the First a waste of energy!” shouted Mezhenétsky. “We sacrificed ourselves, our lives—and you sit quietly at home, enjoying yourselves, and only preach!”
“We don’t enjoy ourselves very much,” said Román, glancing round at his comrades, and burst into a fit of not infectious but loud, clear and self-assured laughter.
The brunette shook her head, smiling ironically.