They certainly are thick together.

One goes through the people's pockets while the other holds the gun." "You ought to stand up for Pavel!" cried the mother, rising to her feet.

"It's for you all that he's gone!" "Who ought to stand up for him ?" asked Rybin.
"All of you!" "You want too much! We'll do nothing of the kind! Our masters have been gathering strength for thousands of years; they have driven our hearts full of nails.

We cannot unite at once.

We must first extract from ourselves, each from the other, the iron spikes that prevent us from standing close to one another." And thus he departed, with his heavy gait, leaving the mother to her grief, aggravated by the stern hopelessness of his words.
The day passed in a thick mist of empty, senseless longing.