six o'clock
... Imagine my position ! There was General Polinoff and the whole Staff ... . What to do ? Only three versts from the position too and already six o'clock ... '' Or there was another serious gentleman , whose mind was continually occupied with Russia : `` It may be difficult for you , Ivan Andreievitch , to see with our eyes , but for those of us who have Russia in our hearts ... what rest or peace can there be ? I can assure you ... '' He wore pince-nez and with his long pear-shaped head , shaven to the skin , his white cheeks , protruding chin and long heavy white hands he resembled nothing so much as a large fish hanging on a nail at a fishmonger 's . He worked always in a kind of cold desperate despair , his pince-nez slipping off his shiny nose , his mouth set grimly . `` What is the use ? ''