Foma became disgusted as he looked at them, and he went off to the other raft.

He was astonished that all these people behaved as though they had not heard the song at all.

In his breast the song was alive and there it called to life a restless desire to do something, to say something.

But he had no one there to speak to.
The sun had set and the distance was enveloped in blue mist.

Foma glanced thither and turned away.