e steppe in a mist
as impenetrable and gray as steel.

Then Gavrilo took off his wet cap, made the sign of the cross, looked
at the money pressed tightly in his hand and drew a long, deep sigh; he
concealed his booty in his blouse and began to walk, taking long
strides, in the opposite direction to that in which Tchelkache had gone.

The sea thundered, threw great heavy waves upon the sand and broke them
into foam and spray. The rain lashed the sea and land pitilessly; the
wind roared. All the air around was filled with plaints, cries and
dull sounds. The rain masked sea and sky. . .

The rain and the breaking waves soon washed away the red spot where
Tchelkache had been struck to the ground; they soon effaced his
footprints and those of the lad on the sand, and the lonely beach was
left without the slightest trace of the little drama that had been
played between these two men.

Malva

BY MAXIME GORKY

The sea laughed.

It trembled at the warm and light breath of the wind and became covered
with tiny wrinkles that reflected the sun in blinding fashion and
laughed at the sky with its thousands of silvery lips. In the deep
space between sea and sky buzzed the deafening and joyous sound of the
waves chasing each other on the flat beach of the sandy promontory.
This noise and brilliancy of sunlight, reverberated a thousand times by
the sea, mingled harmoniously in ceaseless and joyous agitation. The
sky was glad to shine; the sea was happy to reflect the glorious light.

The wind caressed the powerful and satin-like breast of the sea, the sun
heated it with its rays and it sighed as if fatigued by these ardent
caresses; it filled the burning air with the salty aroma of its
emanations. The green waves, coursing up the yellow sand, threw on the
beach the white foam of their luxurious crests which melted with a
gentle murmur, and wet it.

At intervals along the beach, scattered with shells and sea weed, were
stakes of wood driven into the sand and on which hung fishing nets,
drying and casting shadows as fine as cobwebs. A few large boats and a
small one were drawn up beyond high-water mark, and the waves as they
ran up towards them seemed as if they were calling to them. Gaffs,
oars, coiled ropes, baskets and barrels lay about in disorder and amidst
it all was a cabin built of yellow branches, bark and matting. Above
the general chaos floated a red rag at the extremity of a tall mast.

Under the sh