rolling around upstairs.
Late one evening the Rostovs' four sleighs drove into Marya Dmitrievna's courtyard in the old Konyusheny street. Marya Dmitrievna lived alone. She had already married off her daughter, and her sons were all in the service.
Five minutes later he was hurtling toward a stone gargoyle standing halfway along an empty corridor.
"Oh, how unfortunate," said the landlord, wringing his hands.