ce rang monotonously in Foma's ears； and though he was not listening to his words； he felt that they were tenacious in their way； that they adhered to him； and that he was involuntarily memorizing them。 Notwithstanding that a man walked beside him； he felt as though he were alone； straying in the dark。 And the darkness seized him and slowly drew him along； and he felt that he was drawn somewhere； and yet had no desire to stop。 Some sort of fatigue hindered his thinking； there was no desire in him to resist the admonitions of his companionand why should he resist them？
〃It isn't for everyone to philosophize；〃 said Ookhtishchev； swinging his cane in the air； and somewhat carried away by his wisdom。 〃For if everybody were to philosophize； who would live？ And we live but once！ And therefore it were best to make haste to live。 By God！ That's true！ But what's the use of talking？ Would you permit me to give you a shaking up？ Let's go immediately to a pleasure…house I know。 Two sisters live there。 Ah； how they live！ You will come？〃
〃Well； I'll go；〃 said Foma； calmly； and yawned。 〃Isn't it rather late？〃 he asked； looking up at the sky which was covered with clouds。
〃It's never too late to go to see them！〃 exclaimed Ookhtishchev； merrily。
CHAPTER VIII
ON the third day after the scene in the club； Foma found himself about seven versts from the town； on the timber…wharf of the merchant Zvantzev； in the company of the merchant's son of Ookhtishchev a sedate； bald…headed and red…nosed gentleman with side whiskers and four ladies。 The young Zvantzev wore eyeglasses； was thin and pale； and when he stood； the calves of his legs were forever trembling as though they were disgusted at supporting the feeble body； clad in a long； checked top…coat with a cape； in whose folds a small head in a jockey cap was comically shaking。 The gentleman with the side whiskers called him Jean and pronounced this name as though he was suffering from an inveterate cold。 Jean's lady was a tall； stout woman with a showy bust。 Her head was compressed on the sides； her low forehead receded； her long； sharp…pointed nose gave her face an expression somewhat bird…like。 And this ugly face was perfectly motionless； and the eyes alone； small； round and cold； were forever smiling a penetrating and cunning smile。 Ookhtishchev's lady's name was Vera； she was a tall； pale woman with red hair。 She had so much hair； that it seemed as though the woman had put on her head an enormous cap which was coming down over her ears； her cheeks and her high forehead； from under which her large blue eyes looked forth calmly and lazily。
The gentleman with the side whiskers sat beside a young； plump； buxom girl； who constantly giggled in a ringing voice at something which he whispered in her ear as he leaned over her shoulder。
And Foma's lady was a stately brunette； clad all in black。 Dark… complexioned； with wavy locks； she kept her head so erect and high and looked at everything about her with such condescending haughtiness； that it was at once evident that she considered herself the most important person there。
The company were seated on the extreme link of the raft； extending far into the smooth expanse of the river。 Boards were spread out on the raft and in the centre stood a crudely constructed table； empty bottles； provision baskets； candy… wrappers and orange peels were scattered about everywhere。 In the corner of the raft was a pile of earth； upon which a bonfire was burning； and a peasant in a short fur coat； squatting； warmed his hands over the fire； and cast furtive glances at the people seated around the table。 They had just finished eating their sturgeon soup； and now wines and fruits were before them on the table。
Fatigued with a two…days' spree and with the dinner that had just been finished； the company was in a weary frame of mind。 They all gazed at the river； chatting； but their conversation was now and again interrupted by long pauses。
The day was clear and bright and young； as in spring。 The cold； clear sky stretched itself majestically over the turbid water of the gigantically…wide； overflowing river； which was as calm as the sky and as vast as the sea。 The distant； mountainous shore was tenderly bathed in bluish mist。 Through it； there； on the mountain tops； the crosses of churches were flashing like big stars。 The river was animated at the mountainous shore； steamers were going hither and thither； and their noise came in deep moans toward the rafts and into the meadows； where the calm flow of the waves filled the air with soft and faint sounds。 Gigantic barges stretched themselves one after another against the current； like huge pigs； tearing asunder the smooth expanse of the river。 Black smoke came in ponderous puffs from the chimneys of the steamers； slowly melting in the fresh air； which was full of bright sunshine。 At times a whistle resoundedit was like the roar of some huge； enraged animal； embittered by toil。 And on the meadows near the rafts； all was calm and silent。 Solitary trees that had been drowned by the flood； were now already covered with light… green spangles of foliage。 Covering their roots and reflecting their tops； the water gave them the appearance of globes； and it seemed as though the slightest breeze would send them floating； fantastically beautiful； down the mirror…like bosom of the river。
The red…haired woman； pensively gazing into the distance； began to sing softly and sadly：
〃Along the Volga river A little boat is flo…o…oating。〃
The brunette； snapping her large； stern eyes with contempt； said； without looking at her： 〃We feel gloomy enough without this。〃
〃Don't touch her。 Let her sing！〃 entreated Foma； kindly； looking into his lady's face。 He was pale some spark seemed to flash up in his eyes now and then； and an indefinite； indolent smile played about his lips。
〃Let us sing in chorus！〃 suggested the man with the side whiskers。
〃No； let these two sing！〃 exclaimed Ookhtishchev with enthusiasm。 〃Vera； sing that song！ You know； 'I will go at dawn。' How is it？ Sing； Pavlinka！〃
The giggling girl glanced at the brunette and asked her respectfully：
〃Shall I sing； Sasha？〃
〃I shall sing myself；〃 announced Foma's companion； and turning toward the lady with the birdlike face； she ordered：
〃Vassa； sing with me！〃
Vassa immediately broke off her conversation with Zvantzev； stroked her throat a little with her hand and fixed her round eyes on the face of her sister。 Sasha rose to her feet； leaned her hand against the table； and her head lifted haughtily； began to declaim in a powerful； almost masculine voice：
〃Life on earth is bright to him； Who knows no cares or woe； And whose heart is not consumed By passion's ardent glow！〃
Her sister nodded her head and slowly； plaintively began to moan in a deep contralto：
〃Ah me！ Of me the maiden fair。〃
Flashing her eyes at her sister； Sasha exclaimed in her low… pitched notes：
〃Like a blade of grass my heart has withered。〃
The two voices mingled and floated over the water in melodious； full sounds； which quivered from excess of power。 One of them was complaining of the unbearable pain in the heart； and intoxicated by the poison of its plaint； it sobbed with melancholy and impotent grief； sobbed； quenching with tears the fire of the suffering。 The otherthe lower； more masculine voicerolled powerfully through the air； full of the feeling of bloody mortification and of readiness to avenge。 Pronouncing the words distinctly； the voice came from her breast in a deep stream； and each word reeked with boiling blood； stirred up by outrage； poisoned by offence and mightily demanding vengeance。
〃I will requite him；〃
sang Vassa； plaintively； closing her eyes。
〃I will inflame him； I'll dry him up；〃
Sasha promised sternly and confidently； wafting into the air strong； powerful tones； which sounded like blows。 And suddenly； changing the tempo of the song and striking a higher pitch； she began to sing； as slowly as her sister； voluptuous and exultant threats：
〃Drier than the raging wind； Drier than the mown…down grass； Oi； the mown and dried…up grass。〃
Resting his elbows on the table； Foma bent his head； and with knitted brow； gazed into the face of the woman； into her black； half…shut eyes Staring fixedly into the distance； her eyes flashed so brightly and malignantly that； because of their light； the velvety voice； that burst from the woman's chest； seemed to him also black and flashing； like her eyes。 He recalled her caresses and thought：
〃How does she come to be such as she is？ It is even fearful to be with her。〃
Ookhtishchev； sitting close to his lady； an expression of happiness on his face； listened to the song and was radiant with satisfaction。 The gentleman with the side whiskers and Zvantzev were drinking wine； softly whispering something as they leaned toward each other。 The red…headed woman was thoughtfully examining the palm of Ookhtishchev's hand； holding it in her own； and the jolly girl became sad。 She drooped her head low and listened to the song； motionless； as though bewitched by it。 From the fire came the peasant。 He stepped carefully over the boards； on tiptoe； his hands were clasped behind his back； and his broad； bearded fa