midnight
I pause to curse my fate . -- Curse it , Juhannam-born , curse it ! -- `` I can not sleep , nor on the spring-bed , nor on the floor . It is two hours past midnight now , and I shall try to while away the time by scrawling this to you . My brother , I can not long support this sort of life , being no more fit for rough , ignominious labor . ` But why , ' you will ask , ` did you undertake it ? ' Yes , why ?