It's one of the peasants.
He fetches a loaf
From his bag, and devours it.

"They sing without voices, 170
And yet when you listen
Your hair begins rising,"
Another remarks.

It's true. Not with voices
They sing of the famine--
But something within them.
One, during the singing,
Has risen, to show them
The gait of the peasant
Exhausted by hunger, 180
And swayed by the wind.
Restrained are his movements
And slow. After singing
"The Hungry One," thirsting
They make for the bucket,
One after another
Like geese in a file.
They stagger and totter
As people half-famished,
A drink will restore them. 190
"Come, let us be joyful!"
The deacon is saying.
His youngest son, Grisha,
Approaches the peasants.