...the reasoning began over a glass of gloomy red port, and ended as quickly as the port. After which Andryushenka, like a sloth, crawled from the coffin-chair, where the cupbearer was, into his box-bed and sweetly fell asleep to the sounds of a gramophone, which he bought from old man Volodka, an imbecile neighbor, whose otherworldly howl disturbed Andryushenka’s apartment...