Just as the steamer was leaving Sundir the man threw himself into the water; in the sight of everybody he sprang overboard. Upon that all shouted, jostled their neighbours as they rushed to the side, and fell to scanning the river where from bank to bank it lay wrapped in blinding glitter. The whistle sounded in fitful alarm, the sailors threw lifebelts overboard, the deck rumbled like a drum under the crowd's surging rush, steam hissed afflightedly, a woman vented an hysterical cry, and the captain bawled from the bridge the imperious command: "Avast heaving lifebelts! By now the fool will have got one! Damn you, calm the passengers!" An unwashed, untidy priest with timid, staring eyes thrust back his long, dishevelled hair, and fell to repeating, as his fat shoulder jostled all and sundry, and his feet tripped people up. "A muzhik, is it, or a woman? A muzhik, eh?" By the time that I had made my way to the stern the man had fallen far behind the stern of the barge, and his head looked as small as a fly on the glassy surface of the water. However, towards that fly a fishing-boat was already darting with the swiftness of a water beetle, and causing its two oars to show quiveringly red and grey, while from the marshier of the two banks there began hastily to put out a second boat which leapt in the steamer's wash with the gaiety of a young calf. Suddenly there broke into the painful hubbub on the steamer's deck a faint, heartrending cry of "A-a-ah!" In answer to it a sharp-nosed, black-bearded, well-dressed peasant muttered with a smack of his lips: "Ah! That is him shouting. What a madman he must have been! And an ugly customer too, wasn't he?" The peasant with the curly beard rejoined in a tone of conviction engulfing all other utterances: "It is his conscience that is catching him. Think what you like, but never can conscience be suppressed." Therewith, constantly interrupting one another, the pair betook themselves to a public recital of the tragic story of the fair-haired young fellow, whom the fishermen had now lifted from the water, and were conveying towards the steamer with oars that oscillated at top speed. The bearded peasant continued: "As soon as it was seen that he was but running after the soldier's wife." "Besides," the other peasant interrupted, "the property was not to be divided after the death of the father." With which the bearded muzhik eagerly recounted the history of the murder done by the brother, the nephew, and a son, while the spruce, spare, well-dressed peasant interlarded the general buzz of conversation with words and comments cheerfully and stridently delivered, much as though he were driving in stakes for the erection of a fence. "Every man is drawn most in the direction whither he finds it easiest to go." "Then it will be the Devil that will be drawing him, since the direction of Hell is always the easiest." "Well, YOU will not be going that way, I suppose? You don't altogether fancy it?"