Then awoke within him, exactly as was the case in his early youth--alas! in many respects he still much resembled a big child--feelings at once revengeful, fantastic, and intoxicating. "Stuff and nonsense!" he shouted out to himself. "All my life is before me." And, as it were, in keeping with his thoughts, he took firmer strides, and breathed more deeply. "To-morrow to spite them all I shall rise with the sun, stick to my books, and force an entrance into the Military Academy. Hard work? I can work hard if I like. I must take myself in hand, that is all. I'll read and cram like fury, early and late, and then, some fine day, to every one's astonishment, I shall pass a brilliant examination. And then, of course, every one will say: 'This was nothing unexpected, we might have foretold that long ago. Such an energetic, talented young man!'" And our Romashov already saw himself in his mind's eye with a snug Staff appointment and unlimited possibilities in the future. His name stood engraved on the golden tablet of the Military Academy. The professors had predicted a brilliant career for him, tried to retain him as a lecturer at the Academy, etc. etc.--but in vain. All his tastes were for the practical side, for troop service. He had also first to perform his duties as company officer, and as a matter of course--yes, _as a matter of course_--in his old regiment. He would, therefore, have to make another appearance here--in this disgusting little out-of-the-way hole--as a Staff officer uncommonly learned and all-accomplished, in every respect unsurpassable, well-bred and elegant, inexorably severe to himself, but benevolently condescending towards others, a pattern for all, envied by all, etc. etc. He had seen at the manoeuvres in the previous year a similar prodigy, who stood millions of miles above the rest of mankind, and who, therefore, kept himself far apart from his comrades at the officers' mess. Cards, dice, heavy drinking and noisy buffoonery were not in his line; he had higher views. Besides, he had only honoured with a short visit that miserable place, which for him was only a stage, a step-ladder on the road to honour--and decorations.