five o’clock
He had told her outright that it was this that constituted the happiness of life , and he called it poetical and aesthetic . Everybody lived for himself only , for his pleasure , and all the talk concerning God and righteousness was deception . And if sometimes doubts arose in her mind and she wondered why everything was so ill-arranged in the world that all hurt each other , and made each other suffer , she thought it best not to dwell on it , and if she felt melancholy she could smoke , or , better still , drink , and it would pass . On Sunday morning at five o'clock , when a whistle sounded in the corridor of the women 's ward of the prison , Korableva , who was already awake , called Maslova . `` Oh , dear ! life again , '' thought Maslova , with horror , involuntarily breathing in the air that had become terribly noisome towards the morning . She wished to fall asleep again , to enter into the region of oblivion , but the habit of fear overcame sleepiness , and she sat up and looked round , drawing her feet under her .