"Why do they want to make her sing? How can she sing? There's nothing to be happy about!" thought he.

Sonya struck the first chord of the prelude.

"My God, I'm a ruined and dishonored man! A bullet through my brain is the only thing left me--not singing!" his thoughts ran on.

"Go away? But where to? It's one--let them sing!" He continued to pace the room, looking gloomily at Denisov and the girls and avoiding their eyes.