Day faded. The blue autumnal spread over the earth and peeped in through the windows. A purple mist filled the room with vague, shadows. Outside was a white frost. A silvery moon rode the clear cold over-arching sky.  
Ippolyte Ippolytovich lay upon his sofa. He felt nothing. The space occupied by his body resembled only a great, dark, hollow in which there was—nothing! Close by, a rat across the floor, but the old man did not hear. A teasing autumnal fly settled on his , he did not . From the toes to the withered legs, to the , stomach, chest, and heart, passed a faint, agreeable, scarcely noticeable .
 
It was evening now and the room was dark; the mist gathered thick and threatening through the windows. Outside in th............