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connections to get her a room on condition that she never showed her face in
Sadovaya Street again. . . .
So Stepa groaned. He wanted to call his maid, Grunya, and ask her for
an aspirin but he was conscious enough to realise that it would be useless
because Grunya most probably had no aspirin. He tried to call for Berlioz's
help and twice moaned ' Misha . . . Misha . . .', but as you will have
guessed, there was no reply. There was complete silence in the flat.
Wriggling his toes, Stepa deduced that he was lying in his socks. He
ran a trembling hand down his hip to test whether he had his trousers on or
not and found that he had not. At last, realising that he was alone and
abandoned, that there was nobody to help him, he decided to get up, whatever
superhuman effort it might cost him.
Stepa prised open his eyelids and saw himself reflected in the long
mirror in the shape of a man whose hair stuck out in all directions, with a
puffy, stubble-grown face, with watery eyes and wearing a dirty shirt, a
collar, tie, underpants and socks.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he also noticed standing beside
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