It was five in the morning.

Vanyusha was in the porch heating the samovar, and using the leg of a long boot instead of bellows.

Olenin had already ridden off to bathe in the Terek.

(He had recently invented a new amusement: to swim his horse in the river.) His landlady was in her outhouse, and the dense smoke of the kindling fire rose from the chimney.

The girl was milking the buffalo cow in the shed.