Indeed, the lamp in the lantern was smoking very much, and the glass had already turned black on top.
"Yes, it is smoking." Suddenly he thought: "What have I to do with the smoking of the lamp, since---" Sergey apparently thought the same, as he glanced quickly at Werner and turned away.

But both stopped yawning.
They all went to the cars themselves, only Yanson had to be led by the arms.

At first he stamped his feet and his boots seemed to stick to the boards of the platform.

Then he bent his knees and fell into the arms of the gendarmes, his feet dangled like those of a very intoxicated man, and the tips of the boots scraped against the wood.

It took a long time until he was silently pushed through the door.
Vasily Kashirin also moved himself, unconsciously imitating the movements of his comrades--he did everything as they did.