a bit of russian classic http://az.lib.ru/d/dostoewskij_f_m/text_0060.shtml the first three paragraphs In the beginning of July, when it's very hot, near an evening one young man walked out from his den which had been rented by him from teenants in S--m twitchel, and slowly, like in doubt, walked to K--n bridge. He happily avoided meeting with his landlady on the stairs. His dan was immediate under roof of the high five storey house and more looked like a wardrobe than an apartment. His landlady, who he rented this dan with dinners and housekeeper from, lived one stair flight bottom, in the distinctive apartment, and every time while he was walking out, he had to pass by landladys kitchen, which almost always was widely open to the stairs. And every time passing by, young man feel some painful and coward sense, which he was ashamed of and winced because of. He was deeply in debt to landlady and was afraid to meet her. It is not that he was coward and choked, quite the contrary, but from some time past he was in irritable and rigourous state, which similar to hypochondria. He shrinked into himself so deeply and avoided others so, that he was afraid of an any meeting, not only to landlady. He was choked by poorness, but even constrained state stopped brood him. He stopped make usual activities and he did not want to do that. Really he was not afraid of landlady, despite what she was going to do against him. But staying on the stairs, listening all of that nonsense about all of that routine trash, which does not matter for him, all of that solisitations about payment, threats, laments, and while of that he dodges, apologizes, lies, - no, it is better to slide like a cat by the stars and steal out so that noone had seen that.