The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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At last Frau Lenore declared she was tired out … <strong>The</strong>n Gemma at once<br />
advised her to have a little nap, where she was, in her chair, ‘and I and<br />
the Russian gentleman – “avec le monsieur russe” – will be as quiet, as<br />
quiet … as little mice … “comme des petites souris”.’ Frau Lenore smiled at<br />
her in reply, closed her eyes, and after a few sighs began to doze.<br />
Gemma quickly dropped down on a bench beside her and did not stir<br />
again, only from time to time she put a finger of one hand to her lips –<br />
with the other hand she was holding up a pillow behind her mother’s<br />
head – and said softly, ‘sh-sh!’ with a sidelong look at Sanin, if he permitted<br />
himself the smallest movement. In the end he too sank into a kind<br />
of dream, and sat motionless as though spell-bound, while all his faculties<br />
were absorbed in admiring the picture presented him by the halfdark<br />
room, here and there spotted with patches of light crimson, where<br />
fresh, luxuriant roses stood in the old-fashioned green glasses, and the<br />
sleeping woman with demurely folded hands and kind, weary face,<br />
framed in the snowy whiteness of the pillow, and the young, keenly-alert<br />
and also kind, clever, pure, and unspeakably beautiful creature with<br />
such black, deep, overshadowed, yet shining eyes… . What was it? A<br />
dream? a fairy tale? And how came he to be in it?<br />
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