Both were now singing without words, with sounds only, and Foma still could not believe that only two voices were pouring into the air these moans and sobs with such mighty power.
When they had finished singing, Foma, trembling with excitement, with a tear-stained face, gazed at them and smiled sadly.
"Well, did it move you ?" asked Sasha.

Pale with fatigue, she breathed quickly and heavily.
Foma glanced at the peasant.

The latter was wiping the sweat off his brow and looking around him with such a wandering look as though he could not make out what had taken place.
All was silence.

All were motionless and speechless.
"Oh Lord!" sighed Foma, rising to his feet.

"Eh, Sasha! Peasant! Who are you ?" he almost shouted.
"I am--Stepan," said the peasant, smiling confusedly, and also rose to his feet.