His animation dispelled the tedium of expectation for them.
"It's begun!" he reported.

"The people are all out on the street, their faces sharp as the edge of an ax.

Vyesovshchikov, the Gusevs, and Samoylov have been standing at the factory gates all the time, and have been making speeches.

Most of the people went back from the factory, and returned home.

Let's go! It's just time! It's ten o'clock already." "I'm going!" said Pavel decidedly.
"You'll see," Fedya assured them, "the whole factory will rise up after dinner." And he hurried away, followed by the quiet words of the mother: "Burning like a wax candle in the wind." She rose and went into the kitchen to dress.
"Where are you going, mother ?" "With you," she said.
Andrey looked at Pavel pulling his mustache.