He ran into his study as fast as his legs would carry him, flung himself just as he was, fully dressed, face down on the bed that had been made up for him, in a frenzy wrapped himself, head and all, in a sheet, and lay there for the next two hours or so — not sleeping, not thinking, with a stone weighing on his heart and dull, unwavering despair in his soul.
Andrey Antonovich got it so rough he turned into Rodion Romanovich
