The women and the little boys hastened to look at them.
It was growing dark when Olenin returned, and he could not collect himself after what he had seen.

But towards night memories of the evening before came rushing to his mind.

He looked out of the window, Maryanka was passing to and fro from the house to the cowshed, putting things straight.

Her mother had gone to the vineyard and her father to the office.

Olenin could not wait till she had quite finished her work, but went out to meet her.