1 He pulled off the blanket and lighted the candle.
2 Nastasya came in with a candle and a plate of soup.
3 He lighted the candle and looked at the room more carefully.
4 On a broken chair stood a candle in a battered copper candlestick.
5 He carried the book to the candle and began to turn over the pages.
6 The candle had not been lighted, and daylight was streaming in at the windows.
7 Meanwhile it got dark; he had no candle and, indeed, it did not occur to him to light up.
8 He bent down with the candle and saw a little girl, not more than five years old, shivering and crying, with her clothes as wet as a soaking house-flannel.
9 A candle was burning down on the table; there were wine-glasses, a nearly empty bottle of vodka, bread and cucumber, and glasses with the dregs of stale tea.
10 The room was close, the candle burnt dimly, the wind was roaring outside, he heard a mouse scratching in the corner and the room smelt of mice and of leather.
11 Looking at him carefully and ascertaining that he was not asleep, she set the candle on the table and began to lay out what she had brought--bread, salt, a plate, a spoon.
12 A minute later Sonia, too, came in with the candle, set down the candlestick and, completely disconcerted, stood before him inexpressibly agitated and apparently frightened by his unexpected visit.
13 He moved away from the window, shut it, lighted the candle, put on his waistcoat, his overcoat and his hat and went out, carrying the candle, into the passage to look for the ragged attendant who would be asleep somewhere in the midst of candle-ends and all sorts of rubbish, to pay him for the room and leave the hotel.