He only knew and felt that what was happening was similar to what had happened the year before in the hotel of the provincial town on the deathbed of his brother Nicholas. Only that was sorrow and this was joy.
Sabía y sentía que estaba en la misma situación, en igual estado de inconsciencia que hacía casi un año en la fonda de aquella capital de provincia, cerca del lecho de muerte de su hermano Nicolás.