“Shatov, Shatov, open!” yelled the captain. “Shatov, friend!

‘I have come, to thee to tell thee

That the sun doth r‑r‑rise apace,

That the forest glows and tr-r-rembles

In⁠ ⁠… the fire of⁠ ⁠… his⁠ ⁠… embrace.

Tell thee I have waked, God damn thee,

Wakened under the birch-twigs.⁠ ⁠…’