Elisaveta said:

"Misha, let's see who can throw the better. Let's try for pennies."

They began to play. Misha was losing.

At the turn of the river, from the direction of the town, a
rowing-boat appeared. Piotr looked searchingly into the distance, and
said in a vexed voice:

"Mr. Stchemilov, our intelligent workman, the Social Democrat of the
Russia Party, is again about to honour us."

Elisaveta smiled. She asked with gentle reproof:

"Why do you dislike him so?"

"No, you tell me," exclaimed Piotr, "why this party calls itself the
Russia Party, and not the Russian Party? Why this high tone?"

Elisaveta answered with her usual calm:

"It is called the Russia and not the Russian Party because it includes
not only the Russian, but also the Lithuanian, the Armenian, the Jew,
and men of other races who happen to be citizens of Russia. It seems
to me this is quite comprehensible."

"No, I do not understand," said Piotr obstinately. "I see in it only
unnecessary pretence."