Katerina Lvovna seemed to wake up.
"Vile serpent," she uttered, unable to bear it any more; "laugh at me, villain, laugh at me."
"No, I am not laughing at all, my merchant's wife. I only say it because Sonetka wants to sell some stockings that are still quite good, so I thought our merchant's wife might perhaps buy them."
Many laughed; Katerina Lvovna walked on like an automaton.
The weather became worse. From the dark clouds that covered the sky wet snow fell in large flakes, that melted as soon as it reached the ground, and added to the impassable mud. At last a long leaden line could be seen; the other side of it could not be distinguished. This line was the Volga. Over the Volga a strong wind blew, and rocked the slowly-rising, dark-crested waves backwards and forwards.
The gang of convicts, wet through and shivering, came slowly up to the river's bank and stopped to wait for the ferry-boat.
The dark wet ferry-boat arrived; the guards began to find places for the convicts.
"They say there is vodka to be had on this ferry-boat," observed one of the convicts, when the ferry-boat, covered with large flakes of wet snow, had put off from the bank and was rocking on the waves of the rough river.
