There is no other way for us! Sing!" The atmosphere grew tense.

The flag rose and rocked and waved over the heads of the people, gliding toward the gray wall of soldiers.

The mother trembled.

She closed her eyes; and cried: "Oh--oh!" None but Pavel, Andrey, Samoylov, and Mazin advanced beyond the crowd.
The limpid voice of Fedya Mazin slowly quivered in the air.
"'In mortal strife--'" he began the song.
"'You victims fell--'" answered thick, subdued voices.

The words dropped in two heavy sighs.