A Man from the Future. 1856

My God, he thought. Am I really going to do this?

He knelt down – and immediately felt something damp and disgusting soak into his pants. He tried to touch the rag to the floor – but his hand jerked back on its own.

I can’t, he thought in panic. Can’t touch this filth with my bare hands!

He looked around – maybe there was a stick, a mop? But Savely Kuzmich was already watching him suspiciously: