And Foma stood by the water and felt a passionate desire to shout something, but he controlled himself, in order to give time for the raft to float off farther, so that those drunken people would not be able to jump across to the moored links.

He experienced a pleasant caressing sensation as he saw the raft softly rocking upon the water and floating off farther and farther from him every moment.

The heavy and dark feeling, with which his heart had been filled during this time, now seemed to float away together with the people on the raft.

Calmly he inhaled the fresh air and with it something sound that cleared his brain.

At the very edge of the floating raft stood Sasha, with her back toward Foma; he looked at her beautiful figure and involuntarily recalled Medinskaya.