Ah what a day! These people they are so backwards. They believe they are the cream of society. The cream! The whole world rots around them and they play their games and drink their wine. I feel so awkward around them I cannot speak, and when I do I insult them. "Aleko be not angry," I say, but they have never heard of Pushkin. They are immoral, when the brigade moves on I shall not even lok back. To Moscow I go because I am not held back by ideas, I do, make things happen. Pah!