about nine o’clock
Mitya fussed about the drunken peasant for half an hour , wetting his head , and gravely resolved not to sleep all night . But he was so worn out that when he sat down for a moment to take breath , he closed his eyes , unconsciously stretched himself full length on the bench and slept like the dead . It was dreadfully late when he waked . It was somewhere about nine o'clock . The sun was shining brightly in the two little windows of the hut . The curly‐headed peasant was sitting on the bench and had his coat on . He had another samovar and another bottle in front of him .