"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; it's not wet, is it?" Levin felt, withdrew behind the screen, 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, insoluble question presented itself--death.

"Why, he's dying--yes, he'll die in the spring, and how help him? What can I say to him? What do I know about it? I'd even forgotten that it was at all.