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Anonymous Sasha the serf, and other stories of Russian life (1882)

He at last opened his eyes.
"Little Sasha!" said he; "little Sasha will keep his word."
"Grandfather," exclaimed Sasha, "I have kept it."
"It's a man—a brave looking man," said Gregor; "but he has the voice of my boy Sasha; and he has, yes, I know he has, his hand upon my heart."
Sasha could no longer restrain himself.
"And the boy is a freeman, grandfather," he exclaimed; "we are all free: here is the baron's deed, which says so, with the seal of the empire upon it. Look, grandfather, look!—do you understand, you are free!"
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Anonymous Sasha the serf, and other stories of Russian life (1882)

As they walked back slowly through the forest Gregor began to talk, and the boy kept close beside him, listening eagerly to every word.
"The first thing, Sasha," said he, "is to get knowledge. You must learn, somehow, to read and write, and count figures. I must tell you all I know, about everything in the world, but that's very little; and it is so mixed up in my head that I don't rightly know where to begin. It's a blessing I have not forgotten much; what I picked up I held on to, and now I see the reason why. There's nothing you can't use, if you wait long enough."
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Anonymous Sasha the serf, and other stories of Russian life (1882)

Keeping his heart steadily upon the great purpose of his life, Sasha rose from one step to another until he became an independent and wealthy merchant, far wealthier, indeed, than the baron supposed. He paid the latter a handsome sum for his time, and sent only small presents of money to his parents, for he knew how few and simple their wants were. He felt a thousand times more keenly than old Gregor what it was to be a serf. The old man was still living, but very feeble and helpless, and Sasha often grew wild at the thought that he might die before knowing freedom.
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