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With
the
help
of
a
footman
Tíkhon
brought
in
the
bedstead
and
began
putting
it
up
.
"
That
's
not
right
!
That
's
not
right
!
"
cried
the
prince
,
and
himself
pushed
it
a
few
inches
from
the
corner
and
then
closer
in
again
.
"
Well
,
at
last
I
've
finished
,
now
I
'll
rest
,
"
thought
the
prince
,
and
let
Tíkhon
undress
him
.
Frowning
with
vexation
at
the
effort
necessary
to
divest
himself
of
his
coat
and
trousers
,
the
prince
undressed
,
sat
down
heavily
on
the
bed
,
and
appeared
to
be
meditating
as
he
looked
contemptuously
at
his
withered
yellow
legs
.
He
was
not
meditating
,
but
only
deferring
the
moment
of
making
the
effort
to
lift
those
legs
up
and
turn
over
on
the
bed
.
"
Ugh
,
how
hard
it
is
!
Oh
,
that
this
toil
might
end
and
you
would
release
me
!
"
thought
he
.
Pressing
his
lips
together
he
made
that
effort
for
the
twenty-thousandth
time
and
lay
down
.
But
hardly
had
he
done
so
before
he
felt
the
bed
rocking
backwards
and
forwards
beneath
him
as
if
it
were
breathing
heavily
and
jolting
.
This
happened
to
him
almost
every
night
.
He
opened
his
eyes
as
they
were
closing
.
"
No
peace
,
damn
them
!
"
he
muttered
,
angry
he
knew
not
with
whom
.
"
Ah
yes
,
there
was
something
else
important
,
very
important
,
that
I
was
keeping
till
I
should
be
in
bed
.
The
bolts
?
No
,
I
told
him
about
them
.
No
,
it
was
something
,
something
in
the
drawing
room
.
Princess
Mary
talked
some
nonsense
.
Dessalles
,
that
fool
,
said
something
.
Something
in
my
pocket
--
ca
n't
remember
...
"
"
Tíkhon
,
what
did
we
talk
about
at
dinner
?
"
"
About
Prince
Michael
...
"
"
Be
quiet
,
quiet
!
"
The
prince
slapped
his
hand
on
the
table
.
"
Yes
,
I
know
,
Prince
Andrew
's
letter
!
Princess
Mary
read
it
.
Dessalles
said
something
about
Vítebsk
.
Now
I
'll
read
it
.
"
He
had
the
letter
taken
from
his
pocket
and
the
table
--
on
which
stood
a
glass
of
lemonade
and
a
spiral
wax
candle
--
moved
close
to
the
bed
,
and
putting
on
his
spectacles
he
began
reading
.
Only
now
in
the
stillness
of
the
night
,
reading
it
by
the
faint
light
under
the
green
shade
,
did
he
grasp
its
meaning
for
a
moment
.
