fancied——soughttoslipoutafterit，and，floatinginthatdirection，fannedmyfacewithabreathasofice，whiletheflameofthecandleflickeredthemore——asthoughittoowereseekingtowrestitselffromthecandlestick，andgofloatingupwardstojointhebandofstars——abandofluminarieswhichitmightwellhavedeemedtobeofabrillianceassmallandaspitifulasitsown。AndI，formypart，sinceIhadnowishtoseewhatlighttherewasdisappear，followedthestrugglesofthetinyflamewithatenseanxietywhichmademyeyesache。
OppressedanduneasyalloverasIstoodbythedeadman’sshoulder，Istrainedmyearsandlistened，listenedever，tothesilenceencompassingthehut。
Eventually，drowsinessbegantostealoverme，andprovedafeelinghardtoresist。YetstillwithaneffortdidIcontrivetorecallthebeautifulprayersofSaintsMakariVeliki，Chrysostom，andDamarkin，whileatthesametimesomethingresemblingaswarmofmosquitosstartedtohuminmyhead，thewordswhereintheSixthPreceptissuesitsinjunctionto:“allpersonsabouttowithdrawtoacouchofrest。“
Andnext，toescapefallingasleep，Ifelltorecitingthekondak[Hymnfortheendoftheday]whichbegins:
“OhLord，refreshmysoulthusgrievouslymadefeeblewithwrongdoing。“