“Ah, so?!’ Ivan said, turning around with a wild and hunted look. ‘Well, then… Goodbye!’ And he rushed head first into the windowblind.

The crash was rather forceful, but the glass behind the blind gave no crack, and in an instant Ivan Nikolaevich was struggling in the hands of the orderlies. He gasped, tried to bite, shouted:

‘So that’s the sort of windows you’ve got here!”