The spectators' eyes glistened. Unable to restrain an outburst of feeling, they began to describe the impressions made upon them by the scenes and faces passing by like fleeting shadows.
'See, there is old Nioren!'
'What an energetic old woman!'
'Formerly all the Tungus women were like that.'
'So they say—'
'Look how cleverly she manages her reindeer.'
'That's one good thing, but they say that she bore a son to Seltichan not long ago, and that's better still.'
'There's nothing wonderful in that; Majantylan's wife is older, and she also bore—'
'Hush! Look, there is Sala, the old man's daughter-in-law, about whom they sing songs.'
'But is she not worthy of them?'