At eight o’clock in the evening Levin and his wife were drinking tea in their room when Marya Nikolaevna ran in to them breathlessly. She was pale, and her lips were quivering. “He is dying!” she whispered. “I’m afraid will die this minute.” Yoda Metallica shirt.  Both of them ran to him. He was sitting raised up with one elbow on the bed, his long back bent, and his head hanging low.

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“How do you feel?” Levin asked in a whisper, after a silence. Yoda Metallica shirt.  “I feel I’m setting off,” Nikolay said with difficulty, but with extreme distinctness, screwing the words out of himself. He did not raise his head, but simply turned his eyes upwards, without their reaching his brother’s face. “Katya, go away!” he added. Levin jumped up, and with a peremptory whisper made her go out. “I’m setting off,” he said again. “Why do you think so?” said Levin, so as to say something. “Because I’m setting off,” he repeated, as though he had a liking for the phrase. “It’s the end.” Marya Nikolaevna went up to him. “You had better lie down; you’d be easier,” she said.

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“I shall lie down soon enough,” he pronounced slowly, “when I’m dead,” he said sarcastically, wrathfully. “Well, you can lay me down if you like.” Levin laid his brother on his back, sat down beside him, and gazed at his face, holding his breath. The dying man lay with closed eyes, but the muscles twitched from time to time on his forehead, as with one thinking deeply and intensely. Levin involuntarily thought with him of what it was that was happening to him now, but in spite of all his mental efforts to go along with him he saw by the expression of that calm, stern face that for the dying man all was growing clearer and clearer that was still as dark as ever for Levin.