They destroy lives with work. What for? They rob men of their lives. What for, I ask? My master-I lost my life in the textile mill of Nefidov-my master presented one prima donna with a golden wash basin. Every one of her toilet articles was gold. That basin holds my life-blood, my very life. That's for what my life went! A man killed me with work in order to comfort his mistress with my blood. He bought her a gold wash basin with my blood.
( Maxim Gorky )
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