The peasants who were listening to the pilgrim turned their heads toward the direction where the row was going on, and the pilgrim heaved a sigh and became silent.

Near the machine a loud and lively dispute blazed up as though dry branches, thrown upon a dying bonfire, had caught the flame.
"I'll give it to you, devils! Get away, both of you." "Take them away to the captain." "Ha! ha! ha! That's a fine settlement for you!" "That was a good rap he gave him on the neck!" "The sailors are a clever lot." "Eight! nine!" shouted the man with the measuring pole.
"Yes, increase speed!" came the loud exclamation of the engineer.
Swaying because of the motion of the steamer, Foma stood leaning against the tarpaulin, and attentively listened to each and every sound about him.

And everything was blended into one picture, which was familiar to him.

Through fog and uncertainty, surrounded on all sides by gloom impenetrable to the eye, life of man is moving somewhere slowly and heavily.

And men are grieved over their sins, they sigh heavily, and then fight for a warm place, and asking each other for the sake of possessing the place, they also receive blows from those who strive for order in life.