Fomalistenedtothesonganddirectedhisfootstepstowardit，onthewharf。Therehenoticedthatthecarriers，formedintworows，wererollingoutofthesteamer\'sholdhugebarrelsofsaltedfish。Dirty，cladinredblouses，unfastenedatthecollar，withmittensontheirhands，witharmsbaretotheelbow，theystoodoverthehold，and，merrilyjesting，withfacesanimatedbytoil，theypulledtheropes，alltogether，keepingtimetotheirsong。Andfromtheholdrangoutthehigh，laughingvoiceoftheinvisibleleader：
\"ButforourpeasantthroatsThereisnotenoughvodka。\"
Andthecompany，likeonehugepairoflungs，heavedforthloudlyandinunison：
\"Oh，dubinushka，heave-ho！\"
Fomafeltpleasedandenviousashelookedatthiswork，whichwasasharmoniousasmusic。Theslovenlyfacesofthecarriersbeamedwithsmiles，theworkwaseasy，itwentonsmoothly，andtheleaderofthechoruswasinhisbestvein。Fomathoughtthatitwouldbefinetoworkthusinunison，withgoodcomrades，tothetuneofacheerfulsong，togettiredfromworktodrinkaglassofvodkaandeatfatcabbagesoup，preparedbythestout，sprightlymatronofthecompany。