Sanine went on dancing by himself, and finished up by turning a somersault, head foremost.
“Come along, or I shall drink up all the vodka,” cried his companion.
Having dressed, they ate the remainder of their provisions, while Ivanoff sighed ruefully for a draught of ice-cold beer.
“Let’s go, shall we?” he said.
“Right!”
They raced at full speed to the river-bank, jumped into their boat, and pushed off.
“Doesn’t the sun sting!” said Sanine, who was lying at full length in the bottom of the boat.
“That means rain,” replied Ivanoff. “Get up and steer, for God’s sake!”
“You can manage quite well by yourself,” was the reply.
Ivanoff struck the water with his oars, so that Sanine got thoroughly splashed.