Incipit of the masterpiece "Crime and punishment", Dostoevskij On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out  
of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as  
though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.  
  He had successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the staircase.  
His garret was under the roof of a high, five-storied house and was  
more like a cupboard than a room. The landlady who provided him with  
garret, dinners, and attendance, lived on the floor below, and every  
time he went out he was obliged to pass her kitchen, the door of which  
invariably stood open. And each time he passed, the young man had a  
sick, frightened feeling, which made him scowl and feel ashamed. He  
was hopelessly in debt to his landlady, and was afraid of meeting her.