Idiot - Discussion of the Work

At the end of November, during a thaw, at about nine o'clock in the morning, a train on the Petersburg-Warsaw Railway was approaching Petersburg at full speed. It was so damp and foggy that it was difficult to see daylight; ten paces to the right and left of the road, it was difficult to make out anything from the carriage windows. Among the passengers were those returning from abroad; but the third-class compartments were mostly filled, and all with small, businesslike people, not from very far away. Everyone, as usual, was tired, everyone's eyes had grown heavy during the night, everyone was frozen, everyone's faces were pale yellow, the color of the fog...