"At the station before the last, when the conductor came to take the tickets, I took my baggage and went out on the car platform, and the consciousness that the climax was near at hand only added to my agitation.

I was cold, my jaw trembled so that my teeth chattered.
Mechanically I left the station with the crowd, I took a tchik, and I started.

I looked at the few people passing in the streets and at the dvorniks.

I read the signs, without thinking of anything.

After going half a verst my feet began to feel cold, and I remembered that in the car I had taken off my woollen socks, and had put them in my travelling bag.