`K-ha! K-ha! Damnation! Why do you keep fidgeting - why don't you go to sleep?' his brother's voice called to him.

`Oh, I don't know; I'm not sleepy.'

`I have had a good sleep, I'm not in a sweat now. Just see, feel my shirt - there's no sweat, is there?'

Levin felt it, withdrew behind the partition, and put out the candle, but for a long while he could not sleep. The question how to live had hardly begun to grow a little clearer to him, when a new, insolvable question presented itself - death.

`Why, he's dying - yes, he'll die in the spring; and how is one to help him? What can I say to him? What do I know about it? I'd even forgotten the very fact of it.'