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nd sometimes he noticed with joyous delight how cleverly and forcibly he had himself expressed this or that idea。 He often met in Yozhov's house certain peculiar people； who； it seemed to him； knew everything； understood everything； contradicted everything； and saw deceit and falsehood in everything。 He watched them in silence； listened to their words； their audacity pleased him； but he was embarrassed and repelled by their condescending and haughty bearing toward him。 And then he clearly saw that in Yozhov's room they were all cleverer and better than they were in the street and in the hotels。 They held peculiar conversations； words and gestures for use in the room； and all this was changed outside the room； into the most commonplace and human。 Sometimes； in the room； they all blazed up like a huge woodpile； and Yozhov was the brightest firebrand among them； but the light of this bonfire illuminated but faintly the obscurity of Foma Gordyeeff's soul。
One day Yozhov said to him：
〃Today we will carouse！ Our compositors have formed a union； and they are going to take all the work from the publisher on a contract。 There will be some drinking on this account； and I am invited。 It was I who advised them to do it。 Let us go？ You will give them a good treat。〃
〃Very well！〃 said Foma； to whom it was immaterial with whom he passed the time； which was a burden to him。
In the evening of that day Foma and Yozhov sat in the company of rough…faced people； on the outskirts of a grove； outside the town。 There were twelve compositors there； neatly dressed； they treated Yozhov simply； as a comrade； and this somewhat surprised and embarrassed Foma； in whose eyes Yozhov was after all something of a master or superior to them； while they were really only his servants。 They did not seem to notice Gordyeeff； although； when Yozhov introduced Foma to them； they shook hands with him and said that they were glad to see him。 He lay down under a hazel…bush； and watched them all； feeling himself a stranger in this company； and noticing that even Yozhov seemed to have got away from him deliberately； and was paying but little attention to him。 He perceived something strange about Yozhov； the little feuilleton…writer seemed to imitate the tone and the speech of the compositors。 He bustled about with them at the woodpile； uncorked bottles of beer； cursed； laughed loudly and tried his best to resemble them。 He was even dressed more simply than usual。
〃Eh； brethren！〃 he exclaimed； with enthusiasm。 〃I feel well with you！ I'm not a big bird； either。 I am only the son of the courthouse guard； and noncommissioned officer； Matvey Yozhov！〃
〃Why does he say that？〃 thought Foma。 〃What difference does it make whose son a man is？ A man is not respected on account of his father； but for his brains。〃
The sun was setting like a huge bonfire in the sky； tinting the clouds with hues of gold and of blood。 Dampness and silence were breathed from the forest； while at its outskirts dark human figures bustled about noisily。 One of them； short and lean； in a broad…brimmed straw hat； played the accordion； another one； with dark moustache and with his cap on the back of his head； sang an accompaniment softly。 Two others tugged at a stick； testing their strength。 Several busied themselves with the basket containing beer and provisions； a tall man with a grayish beard threw branches on the fire； which was enveloped in thick； whitish smoke。 The damp branches； falling on the fire； crackled and rustled plaintively； and the accordion teasingly played a lively tune； while the falsetto of the singer reinforced and completed its loud tones。
Apart from them all； on the brink of a small ravine； lay three young fellows； and before them stood Yozhov； who spoke in a ringing voice：
〃You bear the sacred banner of labour。 And I； like yourselves； am a private soldier in the same army。 We all serve Her Majesty； the Press。 And we must live in firm； solid friendship。〃
〃That's true； Nikolay Matveyich！〃 some one's thick voice interrupted him。 〃And we want to ask you to use your influence with the publisher！ Use your influence with him！ Illness and drunkenness cannot be treated as one and the same thing。 And； according to his system； it comes out thus； if one of us gets drunk he is fined to the amount of his day's earnings； if he takes sick the same is done。 We ought to be permitted to present the doctor's certificate； in case of sickness； to make it certain； and he； to be just； ought to pay the substitute at least half the wages of the sick man。 Otherwise； it is hard for us。 What if three of us should suddenly be taken sick at once？〃
〃Yes； that is certainly reasonable；〃 assented Yozhov。 〃But； my friends； the principle of cooperation〃
Foma ceased listening to the speech of his friend； for his attention was diverted by the conversation of others。 Two men were talking； one was a tall consumptive； poorly dressed and angry…looking man； the other a fair…haired and fair…bearded young man。
〃In my opinion；〃 said the tall man sternly； and coughing； 〃it is foolish！ How can men like us marry？ There will be children。 Do we have enough to support them？ The wife must be clothedand then you can't tell what sort of a woman you may strike。〃
〃She's a fine girl；〃 said the fair…haired man； softly。 〃Well； it's now that she is fine。 A betrothed girl is one thing； a wife quite another。 But that isn't the main point。 You can try perhaps she will really be good。 But then you'll be short of means。 You will kill yourself with work； and you will ruin her； too。 Marriage is an impossible thing for us。 Do you mean to say that we can support a family on such earnings？ Here； you see； I have only been married four years； and my end is near。 I have seen no joynothing but worry and care。〃
He began to cough； coughed for a long time； with a groan； and when he had ceased； he said to his comrade in a choking voice：
〃Drop it； nothing will come of it！〃
His interlocutor bent his head mournfully； while Foma thought：
〃He speaks sensibly。 It's evident he can reason well。〃
The lack of attention shown to Foma somewhat offended him and aroused in him at the same time a feeling of respect for these men with dark faces impregnated with lead…dust。 Almost all of them were engaged in practical serious conversation； and their remarks were studded with certain peculiar words。 None of them fawned upon him； none bothered him with ov； with his back to the fire； and he saw before him a row of brightly illuminated； cheerful and simple faces。 They were all excited from drinking； but were not yet intoxicated； they laughed； jested； tried to sing； drank； and ate cucumbers； white bread and sausages。 All this had for Foma a particularly pleasant flavour； he grew bolder； seized by the general good feeling； and he longed to say something good to these people； to please them all in some way or other。 Yozhov； sitting by his side； moved about on the ground； jostled him with his shoulder and； shaking his head； muttered something indistinctly。
Brethren！〃 shouted the stout fellow。 〃Let's strike up the student song。 Well； one； two！〃
〃Swift as the waves；〃
Someone roared in his bass voice：
〃Are the days of our life。〃
〃Friends！〃 said Yozhov； rising to his feet； a glass in his hand。 He staggered； and leaned his other hand against Foma's head。 The started song was broken off； and all turned their heads toward him。
〃Working men！ Permit me to say a few words； words from the heart。 I am happy in your company！ I feel well in your midst。 That is because you are men of toil； men whose right to happiness is not subject to doubt； although it is not recognised。 In your ennobling midst； 0h honest people； the lonely man； who is poisoned by life； breathes so easily； so freely。〃
Yozhov's voice quivered and quaked； and his head began to shake。 Foma felt that something warm trickled down on his hand； and he looked up at the wrinkled face of Yozhov； who went on speaking； trembling in every limb：
〃I am not the only one。 There are many like myself； intimidated by fate； broken and suffering。 We are more unfortunate than you are； because we are weaker both in body and in soul； but we are stronger than you because we are armed with knowledge； which we have no opportunity to apply。 We are gladly ready to come to you and resign ourselves to you and help you to live。 There is nothing else for us to do！ Without you we are without ground to stand on； without us； you are without light！ Comrades！ we were created by Fate itself to complete one another！〃
〃What does he beg of them？〃 thought Foma； listening to Yozhov's words with perplexity。 And examining the faces of the compositors he saw that they also looked at the orator inquiringly； perplexedly； wearily。
〃The future is yours； my friends！〃 said Yozhov； faintly； shaking his head mournfully as though feeling sorry for the future； and yielding to these people against his will the predominance over it。 〃The future belongs to the men of honest toil。 You have a great task before you！ You have to create a new culture； everything free； vital and bright！ I； who am one of you in flesh and in spirit； who am the son of a soldier； I propose a toast to your future！ Hurrah！〃
Yozhov emptied his glass and