"I feel cold," said he, and smiled. "Hang you all!" cried I, moving away into a corner of the carriage. "What did you call me up for?" Nobody answered. The student stood gazing out at the mute spreading glow, and the back of his head with its curly hair was youthful; and when I looked at him, I do not know why, but I kept picturing to myself a delicate woman's hand passing through that hair. And this image was so unpleasant, that a feeling of hatred sprang up in my breast, and I could not look at him without a feeling of loathing. "How old are you?" I asked, but he did not turn his head and did not answer. The doctor kept on rocking himself. "I feel cold." "When I think," said the student, without turning round, "when I think that there are streets, houses, a University...." He broke off, as if he had said all and was silent. Suddenly the train stopped almost instantaneously, making me knock myself against the wall, and voices were to be heard. We jumped out. In front of the very engine upon the rails lay something, a not very large lump, out of which a leg was projecting. "Wounded?" "No, dead. The head is torn off. Say what you will, but I will light the head-light. Otherwise we shall be crushing somebody." The lump with the protruding leg was thrown aside; for an instant the leg lifted itself up, as if it wanted to run through the air, and all disappeared in a black ditch. The head-light was lit and the engine instantly grew black. "Listen!" whispered somebody, full of silent terror. How was it that we had not heard it before! From everywhere--the exact place could not be defined--a groan, unbroken and scraping, wonderfully calm in its breadth, and even indifferent, as it seemed, was borne upon us. We had heard many cries and groans, but this resembled none of those heard before. On the dim reddish surface our eyes could perceive nothing, and therefore the very earth and sky, lit up by a never-rising sun, seemed to be groaning. "The fifth verst," said the engine-driver. "That is where it comes from," and the doctor pointed forwards. The student shuddered, and slowly turned towards us. "What is it? It's terrible to listen to!" "Let's move on."