Nov 24, 2024
He was surrounded by a sort of mist, which seemed to hang before him like a filmy curtain, separating him from the rest of the world.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
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He was surrounded by a sort of mist, which seemed to hang before him like a filmy curtain, separating him from the rest of the world.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
A certain bitterness, which was neither boredom nor anger, accumulated mysteriously in the depths of his being.
Ivan Turgenev, Virgin Soil (Chapter VII), trans. R. S. Townsend
“How curious,” he said, “we have come to know of our love, we love one another—and yet we have not said a single word about it.”
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
He felt that some sort of dark, underground hand had clutched at the very root of his being and would not let him go.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
I do not wish to undertake anything that would interfere with my freedom.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
He was not thinking of anything in particular, but gave himself up to those peculiar sensations of spring which in the heart of young and old alike are always mixed with a certain degree of sadness—the keen sadness of awaiting in the young and of settled regret in the old.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
It seemed as if a breath of the real atmosphere of the world towards which she was striving had blown on her suddenly, making her shudder at its coarseness and darkness.
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev
Who knows? Go on! Does your heart ache? Let it!
Virgin Soil by Ivan Turgenev