five o'clock
He saw on the floor near his face a great pool of blood , and was too weak to utter a word , but an unspeakable , infinite happiness flooded his whole being . Below , under the balcony , they were playing the serenade , and the black monk whispered to him that he was a genius , and that he was dying only because his frail human body had lost its balance and could no longer serve as the mortal garb of genius . When Varvara Nikolaevna woke up and came out from behind the screen , Kovrin was dead , and a blissful smile was set upon his face . AT five o'clock one Sunday afternoon in summer , Volodya , a plain , shy , sickly-looking lad of seventeen , was sitting in the arbour of the Shumihins ' country villa , feeling dreary . His despondent thought flowed in three directions . In the first place , he had next day , Monday , an examination in mathematics ; he knew that if he did not get through the written examination on the morrow , he would be expelled , for he had already been two years in the sixth form and had two and three-quarter marks for algebra in his annual report . In the second place , his presence at the villa of the Shumihins , a wealthy family with aristocratic pretensions , was a continual source of mortification to his _ amour-propre _ .