He pushed his way into the thickest part of it, looking at the faces.

He felt an unaccountable inclination to enter into conversation with people.

But the peasants took no notice of him; they were all shouting in groups together.

He stood and thought a little and took a turning to the right in the direction of V.
He had often crossed that little street which turns at an angle, leading from the market-place to Sadovy Street.

Of late he had often felt drawn to wander about this district, when he felt depressed, that he might feel more so.
Now he walked along, thinking of nothing.