" Both of them ran to him.

He was sitting raised up with one elbow on the bed, his long back bent, and his head hanging low.

"How do you feel?" Levin asked in a whisper, after a silence.

"I feel I'm setting off," Nikolay said with difficulty, but with extreme distinctness, screwing the words out of himself.

He did not raise his head, but simply turned his eyes upwards, without their reaching his brother's face.