A dull drowsiness and faintness came over him.
"I'll show you what I can do!" he threatened his body, and at the same time sadly, yet tenderly he felt his flabby, softened muscles with his hand.
Soon, however, his body grew accustomed to this regime as well, and the fear of death appeared again--not so keen, nor so burning, but more disgusting, somewhat akin to a nauseating sensation.

"It's because they are dragging it out so long," thought Sergey.

"It would be a good idea to sleep all the time till the day of the execution," and he tried to sleep as much as possible.

At first he succeeded, but later, either because he had slept too much, or for some other reason, insomnia appeared.

And with it came eager, penetrating thoughts and a longing for life.
"I am not afraid of this devil!" he thought of Death.