Two persons stationed themselves near Yevsey. One of them, a stout shaven man, asked of the other, who had a large black beard:
"How many were killed?"
"Five. Sixteen wounded."
"Did the Cossacks shoot?"
"Yes. A boy was killed, a student at the high school." Yevsey looked at them, and inquired drily:
"What for?"
The man with the black beard shrugged his shoulders, and answered reluctantly in a low voice:
"They say the Cossacks were drunk."
"Sasha arranged that," thought Yevsey.
"And on the Spassky Bridge the mob beat a student, and threw him into the river," announced the shaven man, drawing a deep breath.