At first Musya was afraid of them, brushed them away from her as if they were the hallucinations of a sickly mind.

But later she understood that she herself was well, and that this was no derangement of any kind--and she gave herself up to the dreams calmly.
And now, suddenly, she seemed to hear clearly and distinctly the sounds of military music.

In astonishment, she opened her eyes, lifted her head--outside the window was black night, and the clock was striking.
"Again," she thought calmly, and closed her eyes.

And as soon as she did so the music resounded anew.

She could hear distinctly how the soldiers, a whole regiment, were coming from behind the corner of the fortress, on the right, and now they were passing her window.