[Textile factory. Petya, a peasant man, leads Father Gapon down the steps]

This way, Father, please hurry!

It is too late, Petya. She is dead.

[Petya looks in sorrow to see his mother has expired while Father Gapon gives his now-deceased mother Extreme Unction]

My mother spent her whole life here. She was born in this factory, grew up here, took her classes here, played here, got married here. I was born, Father died, I got married here and had children. And now it is all over for her. The other people here just keep on working. Well, I cannot blame them. They have to work to feed their families. [pauses momentarily] Father, I have a confession to make. I want to kill somebody. The other factory workers come visit me some time. They tell me we ought to make bombs, blow things up. Well, I want to fight back for once!

The only thing violence produces is more violence. They will beat you and throw you in jail. There is a better way. We will go to see the Tsar with our grievances.

You know the saying, Father: God is too high and the Tsar is too far away.