| PART 4
Chapter 14
 (continued)But at that moment a ring was heard.  Yegor departed, and Levin
 was left alone.  He had eaten scarcely anything at dinner, had
 refused tea and supper at Sviazhsky's, but he was incapable of
 thinking of supper.  He had not slept the previous night, but was
 incapable of thinking of sleep either.  His room was cold, but he
 was oppressed by heat.  He opened both the movable panes in his
 window and sat down to the table opposite the open panes.  Over
 the snow-covered roofs could be seen a decorated cross with
 chains, and above it the rising triangle of Charles's Wain with
 the yellowish light of Capella.  He gazed at the cross, then at
 the stars, drank in the fresh freezing air that flowed evenly
 into the room, and followed as though in a dream the images and
 memories that rose in his imagination.  At four o'clock he heard
 steps in the passage and peeped out at the door.  It was the
 gambler Myaskin, whom he knew, coming from the club.  He walked
 gloomily, frowning and coughing.  "Poor, unlucky fellow!" thought
 Levin, and tears came into his eyes from love and pity for this
 man.  He would have talked with him, and tried to comfort him,
 but remembering that he had nothing but his shirt on, he changed
 his mind and sat down again at the open pane to bathe in the cold
 air and gaze at the exquisite lines of the cross, silent, but
 full of meaning for him, and the mounting lurid yellow star.  At
 seven o'clock there was a noise of people polishing the floors,
 and bells ringing in some servants' department, and Levin felt
 that he was beginning to get frozen.  He closed the pane, washed,
 dressed, and went out into the street. |