five o'clock in the evening
`` My God , how miserable ! '' And joy gave way to the boredom of everyday life and the feeling of his irrevocable loss . SOFYA PETROVNA , the wife of Lubyantsev the notary , a handsome young woman of five-and-twenty , was walking slowly along a track that had been cleared in the wood , with Ilyin , a lawyer who was spending the summer in the neighbourhood . It was five o'clock in the evening . Feathery-white masses of cloud stood overhead ; patches of bright blue sky peeped out between them . The clouds stood motionless , as though they had caught in the tops of the tall old pine-trees . It was still and sultry .