three o'clock
At that moment Auntie Dasha appeared at the window and said : '' _ Il ne faut pas parler aux gens ... _ Go into the kitchen , my good man . You can tell your story there , '' she said to the soldier . And then came as yesterday and every day supper , reading , a sleepless night , and endless thinking about the same thing . At three o'clock the sun rose ; Alyona was already busy in the corridor , and Vera was not asleep yet and was trying to read . She heard the creak of the barrow : it was the new labourer at work in the garden ... . Vera sat at the open window with a book , dozed , and watched the soldier making the paths for her , and that interested her . The paths were as even and level as a leather strap , and it was pleasant to imagine what they would be like when they were strewn with yellow sand .