God bless us!" And suddenly, clasping his hands in the air, he cried in a shrill voice: "Let--her--go-o-o!" The labourers took up his shout, and all cried out in one voice, with excitement and exertion: "Let her go! She moves." The pulleys squeaked and creaked, the chains clanked, strained under the heavy weight that suddenly fell upon them; and the labourers, bracing their chests against the handle of the windlasses, roared and tramped heavily.

The waves splashed noisily between the barges as though unwilling to give up their prize to the men.

Everywhere about Foma, chains and ropes were stretched and they quivered from the strain--they were creeping somewhere across the deck, past his feet, like huge gray worms; they were lifted upward, link after link, falling back with a rattling noise, and all these sounds were drowned by the deafening roaring of the labourers.
"It goes, it goes, it goes," they all sang in unison, triumphantly.
But the ringing voice of the contractor pierced the deep wave of their voices, and cut it even as a knife cuts bread.
"My boys! Go ahead, all at once, all at once." Foma was seized with a strange emotion; passionately he now longed to mingle with this excited roaring of the labourers, which was as broad and as powerful as the river--to blend with this irritating, creaking, squeaking, clanging of iron and turbulent splashing of waves.
Perspiration came out on his face from the intensity of his desire, and suddenly pale from agitation, he tore himself away from the mast, and rushed toward the windlasses with big strides.
"All at once! At once!" he cried in a fierce voice.

When he reached the lever of the windlass, he dashed his chest against it with all his might, and not feeling the pain, he began to go around the windlass, roaring, and firmly stamping his feet against the deck.

Something powerful and burning rushed into his breast, replacing the efforts which he spent while turning the windlass-lever! Inexpressible joy raged within him and forced itself outside in an agitated cry.