He thought of her pregnancy and felt sorry for her and for himself, and in a nervously emotional and softened mood he went out of the hut in which he was billeted with Nesvitski and began to walk up and down before it.

The night was foggy and through the fog the moonlight gleamed mysteriously.

" Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow!" he thought.

" Tomorrow everything may be over for me! All these memories will be no more, none of them will have any meaning for me.