«Around seven in the evening, having had some tea, I set off from the station—though I can no longer recall its name, I remember that it was somewhere in the Land of the Don Cossacks, not far from Novocherkassk. When we set out, it had already grown dark: I wrapped myself in a fur coat and a cloak and settled in the sleigh next to Alyoshka. Behind the station house everything seemed warm and calm. There was no snow on top, not a single star could be seen above us, and the sky—against the backdrop of a clear snow-covered plain stretching forward—seemed especially low and black…»