I Will Go to Razumian, but Not Now, I Said

The question why he was now going to Razumian agitated him even more than he was himself aware. He kept uneasily seeking for some sinister significance in this apparently ordinary action. The thought of going home suddenly filled him with intense clothing. His nervous shudder had passed into a fever that made him feel shivering, in spite of the heat he felt cold. With a kind of effort, he began almost unconsciously, from some inner craving, to stare at all the objects before him as though looking for something to distract his attention. But he did not succeed and kept dropping every moment into brooding. When with a start he lifted his head again and looked round, he forgot at once what