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If Styopa Likhodeev had been told the next morning: ‘Styopa! You'll be shot if you don't get up this minute!' - Styopa would have replied in a languid, barely audible voice: ‘Shoot me, do what you like with me, I won't get up.'
Not only not get up, it seemed to him that he could not open his eyes, because if he were to do so, there would be a flash of lightning, and his head would at once be blown to pieces. A heavy bell was booming in that head, brown spots rimmed with fiery green floated between his eyeballs and his closed eyelids, and to crown it all he was nauseous, this nausea, as it seemed to him, being connected with the sounds of some importunate gramophone.