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As
he
fell
asleep
he
had
still
been
thinking
of
the
subject
that
now
always
occupied
his
mind
--
about
life
and
death
,
and
chiefly
about
death
.
He
felt
himself
nearer
to
it
.
"
Love
?
What
is
love
?
"
he
thought
.
"
Love
hinders
death
.
Love
is
life
.
All
,
everything
that
I
understand
,
I
understand
only
because
I
love
.
Everything
is
,
everything
exists
,
only
because
I
love
.
Everything
is
united
by
it
alone
.
Love
is
God
,
and
to
die
means
that
I
,
a
particle
of
love
,
shall
return
to
the
general
and
eternal
source
.
"
These
thoughts
seemed
to
him
comforting
.
But
they
were
only
thoughts
.
Something
was
lacking
in
them
,
they
were
not
clear
,
they
were
too
one-sidedly
personal
and
brain-spun
.
And
there
was
the
former
agitation
and
obscurity
.
He
fell
asleep
.
He
dreamed
that
he
was
lying
in
the
room
he
really
was
in
,
but
that
he
was
quite
well
and
unwounded
.
Many
various
,
indifferent
,
and
insignificant
people
appeared
before
him
.
He
talked
to
them
and
discussed
something
trivial
.
They
were
preparing
to
go
away
somewhere
.
Prince
Andrew
dimly
realized
that
all
this
was
trivial
and
that
he
had
more
important
cares
,
but
he
continued
to
speak
,
surprising
them
by
empty
witticisms
.
Gradually
,
unnoticed
,
all
these
persons
began
to
disappear
and
a
single
question
,
that
of
the
closed
door
,
superseded
all
else
.
He
rose
and
went
to
the
door
to
bolt
and
lock
it
.
Everything
depended
on
whether
he
was
,
or
was
not
,
in
time
to
lock
it
.
He
went
,
and
tried
to
hurry
,
but
his
legs
refused
to
move
and
he
knew
he
would
not
be
in
time
to
lock
the
door
though
he
painfully
strained
all
his
powers
.
He
was
seized
by
an
agonizing
fear
.
And
that
fear
was
the
fear
of
death
.
It
stood
behind
the
door
.
But
just
when
he
was
clumsily
creeping
toward
the
door
,
that
dreadful
something
on
the
other
side
was
already
pressing
against
it
and
forcing
its
way
in
.
Something
not
human
--
death
--
was
breaking
in
through
that
door
,
and
had
to
be
kept
out
.
He
seized
the
door
,
making
a
final
effort
to
hold
it
back
--
to
lock
it
was
no
longer
possible
--
but
his
efforts
were
weak
and
clumsy
and
the
door
,
pushed
from
behind
by
that
terror
,
opened
and
closed
again
.
Once
again
it
pushed
from
outside
.
His
last
superhuman
efforts
were
vain
and
both
halves
of
the
door
noiselessly
opened
.
It
entered
,
and
it
was
death
,
and
Prince
Andrew
died
.
But
at
the
instant
he
died
,
Prince
Andrew
remembered
that
he
was
asleep
,
and
at
the
very
instant
he
died
,
having
made
an
effort
,
he
awoke
.
"
Yes
,
it
was
death
!
I
died
--
and
woke
up
.
Yes
,
death
is
an
awakening
!
"
And
all
at
once
it
grew
light
in
his
soul
and
the
veil
that
had
till
then
concealed
the
unknown
was
lifted
from
his
spiritual
vision
.
He
felt
as
if
powers
till
then
confined
within
him
had
been
liberated
,
and
that
strange
lightness
did
not
again
leave
him
.
When
,
waking
in
a
cold
perspiration
,
he
moved
on
the
divan
,
Natásha
went
up
and
asked
him
what
was
the
matter
.
He
did
not
answer
and
looked
at
her
strangely
,
not
understanding
.
