The Torrents Of Spring

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eing was filled full of one thing … one idea, one desire. Maria Nikolaevna turned a keen look upon him. ‘Come, now everything’s as it should be,’ she observed, putting on her hat. ‘Won’t you sit down? Here! No, wait a minute … don’t sit down! What’s that?’ Over the tree-tops, over the air of the forest, rolled a dull rumbling. ‘Can it be thunder?’ ‘I think it really is thunder,’ answered Sanin. ‘Oh, this is a treat, a real treat! That was the only thing wanting!’ The dull rumble was heard a second time, rose, and fell in a crash. ‘Bravo! Bis! Do you remember I spoke of the Æneid yesterday? They too were overtaken by a storm in the forest, you know. We must be off, though.’ She rose swiftly to her feet. ‘Bring me my horse… . Give me your hand. There, so. I’m not heavy.’ She hopped like a bird into the saddle. Sanin too mounted his horse. ‘Are you going home?’ he asked in an unsteady voice. ‘Home indeed!’ she answered deliberately and picked up the reins. ‘Follow me,’ she commanded almost roughly. She came out on to the road and passing the red cross, rode down into a hollow, clambered up again to a cross road, turned to the right and again up the mountainside… . She obviously knew where the path led, and the path led farther and farther into the heart of the forest. She said nothing and did not look round; she moved imperiously in front and humbly and submissively he followed without a spark of will in his sinking heart. Rain began to fall in spots. She quickened her horse’s pace, and he did not linger behind her. At last through the dark green of the young firs under an overhanging grey rock, a tumbledown little hut peeped out at him, with a low door in its wattle wall… . Maria Nikolaevna made her mare push through the fir bushes, leaped off her, and appearing suddenly at the entrance to the hut, turned to Sanin, and whispered ‘Æneas.’ Four hours later, Maria Nikolaevna and Sanin, accompanied by the groom, who was nodding in the saddle, returned to Wiesbaden, to the hotel. Polozov met his wife with the letter to the overseer in his hand. After staring rather intently at her, he showed signs of some displeasure on his face, and even muttered, ‘You don’t mean to say you’ve won your bet?’ Maria Nikolaevna simply shrugged her shoulders. 126
The same day, two hours later, Sanin was standing in his own room before her, like one distraught, ruined… . ‘Where are you going, dear?’ she asked him. ‘To Paris, or to Frankfort?’ ‘I am going where you will be, and will be with you till you drive me away,’ he answered with despair and pressed close to him the hands of his sovereign. She freed her hands, laid them on his head, and clutched at his hair with her fingers. She slowly turned over and twisted the unresisting hair, drew herself up, her lips curled with triumph, while her eyes, wide and clear, almost white, expressed nothing but the ruthlessness and glutted joy of conquest. The hawk, as it clutches a captured bird, has eyes like that. 127
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The Torrents Of Spring Turgenev, Iv
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‘Years of gladness, Days of joy,
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I It was the summer of 1840. Sanin
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‘But meanwhile Emil will die!’
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‘He is saved, mother, he is alive
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Roselli pointed to his portrait, pa
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much ado and accompanying himself w
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illustrissimo maestro Rossini - in
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‘The whole fare!’ Sanin said do
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VIII He had not finished dressing,
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IX Emil, who had continued to stand
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presence of the ladies of the house
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XI The bell tinkled at the outer do
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XII It appeared that Gemma was not
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carrying with him the image of the
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powerful whiff of the most refined
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mirthfulness of the company; he beg
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muttered something unintelligible,
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embarrassed by his presence - Gemma
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and all that’s left is that I am
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XVIII An hour later the waiter came
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single-triggered and not rifle-barr
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to leave off, and for the first tim
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XX It was bright starlight when he
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XXI It was quite morning when he fe
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‘Your return,’ moaned Emil - an
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The old man looked dejectedly at hi
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arm with Baron Dönhof. And afterwa
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XXIII He slept for some hours witho
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you… .’ And Frau Lenore half ro
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‘Oh, come! I have not been expose
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‘Very well,’ said Gemma. ‘If
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that I cannot give you any advice
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XXVI At eight o’clock next mornin
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morning, in one of the public garde
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to say, which could compare, in imp
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XXVIII Sanin walked along, at one t
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Page 83 and 84: XXXI Sanin woke up very early. He f
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Page 93 and 94: flew up another man, also very well
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Page 111 and 112: XXXIX In the year 1840, the theatre
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Page 115 and 116: ‘Yes, Dimitri Pavlovitch,’ she
Page 117 and 118: XL The play lasted over an hour lon
Page 119 and 120: faith in its pressure. What sort of
Page 121 and 122: She seemed so happy that Sanin was
Page 123 and 124: XLII This track soon changed into a
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Page 129 and 130: that smile he knows already, the sm
Page 131 and 132: probably know her husband’s addre
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Page 135 and 136: continues today to seem as fresh an
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