Olenin felt fresh and joyous, as if he had only just woke up.

He noticed everything, and having let the old men pass ahead he turned back to the hut where Maryanka was preparing for bed.

He went up to her and wished to say something, but his voice broke.

She moved away from him, sat down cross-legged on her bed in the corner, and looked at him silently with wild and frightened eyes.

She was evidently afraid of him.