“Ivan Aleksandrovich Volovanov woke up, as always, at half past nine. He stretched, yawned, ran his finger over his eyelashes, and poked the button of the electric bell. A footman appeared, with a long lustrine apron in the foreign style, and first put the morning mail on the table next to the bed, then pulled back the curtains and raised the curtains. The muddy autumn light lazily, as if reluctantly, crept into the room and crawled along the walls, but could not reach the corners, and left half of the objects in the darkness...” The work is given in the pre-reform alphabet.