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Languidly the water heaved, languidly the white seagulls floated over it. "I should like to give that fat fellow one in the neck," thought Gusev, gazing at the stout Chinaman, with a yawn. He dozed off, and it seemed to him that all nature was dozing, too.
The soldier with the sling sat down on a hammock near Gusev and said in an undertone: "And you, Gusev, are not long for this world. You will never get to Russia." "Did the doctor or his assistant say so?" asked Gusev. "It isn't that they said so, but one can see it.... One can see directly when a man's going to die. You don't eat, you don't drink; it's dreadful to see how thin you've got.
It seemed as though the ship were beginning to rock. The hammock slowly rose and fell under Gusev, as though it were heaving a sigh, and this was repeated once, twice, three times.... Something crashed on to the floor with a clang: it must have been a jug falling down. "The wind has broken loose from its chain..." said Gusev, listening.
"But there's no one to say it to!" observed a blacksmith, with a smile, and shrugging his shoulders in surprise added: "There's a life for you, fellows! There's no one to say a good word to; no one is worth it. Yes, sir!" Vasily Gusev rose, wrapped his coat tightly around him, and exclaimed: "What I ate was hot, and yet I feel cold." Then he walked away.
I have served three years in the far East, and I shall be remembered there for a hundred years: I had rows with everyone. My friends write to me from Russia, 'Don't come back, but here I am going back to spite them... yes.... That is life as I understand it. That is what one can call life." Gusev was looking at the little window and was not listening.
Gusev did not understand Pavel Ivanitch; but supposing he was being blamed, he said in self-defence: "I lay on the deck because I had not the strength to stand; when we were unloaded from the barge on to the ship I caught a fearful chill." "It's revolting," Pavel Ivanitch went on. "The worst of it is they know perfectly well that you can't last out the long journey, and yet they put you here.
Andrey Hrisanfitch put his hands down swiftly to the seams of his trousers, and pronounced loudly: "Charcot douche, your Excellency!" IT was getting dark; it would soon be night. Gusev, a discharged soldier, sat up in his hammock and said in an undertone: "I say, Pavel Ivanitch.
She nodded her head affably to him, flattered that Gusev, the sauciest fellow in the village, addressed her with a respectful plural "you," as he talked to her in secret. The general stir and animation in the factory also pleased her, and she thought to herself: "What would they do without me?"
"There is no sight of land..." "No indeed! They say we shan't see it for seven days." The two soldiers watched the white foam with the phosphorus light on it and were silent, thinking. Gusev was the first to break the silence.
Early this year a comparatively unknown Bolshevik called Gusev, to whom nobody had attributed any particular intelligence, wrote, while busy on the staff of an army on the southeast front, which was at the time being used partly as a labor army, a pamphlet which has had an extraordinary influence in getting such a programme drawn up.
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