The workmen were all elated, they formed little circles, then parted, and ran from one group to another.
Animated voices and happy, satisfied faces all around! The soot-filled atmosphere was astir and palpitating with something bold and daring.
Now here, now there, approving ejaculations were heard, mockery, and sometimes threats.
"Aha! It seems truth doesn't agree with them," she heard one say.
The younger men were in especially good spirits, while the elder workmen had cautious smiles on their faces.

The authorities walked about with a troubled expression, and the police ran from place to place.

When the workingmen saw them, they dispersed, and walked away slowly, or if they remained standing, they stopped their conversation, looking silently at the agitated, angry faces.
The workingmen seemed for some reason to be all washed and clean.

The figure of Gusev loomed high, and his brother stalked about like a drake, and roared with laughter.

The joiner's foreman, Vavilov, and the record clerk, Isay, walked slowly past the mother.