four o’clock
Then again everything died out , and only their sense of smell remained : the unbearably fresh smell of the forest and of the melting snow . And everything became unusually clear to the consciousness : the forest , the night , the road and the fact that soon they would be hanged . Their conversation , restrained to whispers , flashed in fragments . `` It is almost four o'clock . '' `` I said we started too early . '' `` The sun dawns at five . '' `` Of course , at five .