His mouth was half-open all the time, as though from incessant astonishment, and before taking the most ordinary thing into his hands, he would examine it stupidly for a long time, and would take it distrustfully.
When he became thus, the wardens as well as the sentinel who watched him through the little window, ceased paying further attention to him.

This was the customary condition of prisoners, and reminded the wardens of cattle being led to slaughter after a staggering blow.
"Now he is stunned, now he will feel nothing until his very death," said the warden, looking at him with experienced eyes.

"Ivan! Do you hear?
Ivan!" "I must not be hanged," answered Yanson, in a dull voice, and his lower jaw again drooped.
"You should not have committed murder.

You would not be hanged then," answered the chief warden, a young but very important-looking man with medals on his chest.

"You committed murder, yet you do not want to be hanged ?" "He wants to kill human beings without paying for it.