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  1. THE TORRENTS OF SPRING
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  3. IVAN TURGENEV
  4. CONSTANCE GARNETT
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  6. Contents
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  8. The Torrents of Spring
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  10. I
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  12. II
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  14. III
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  16. IV
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  18. V
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  20. VI
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  22. VII
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  24. VIII
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  26. IX
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  28. X
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  30. XI
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  32. XII
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  34. XIII
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  36. XIV
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  38. XV
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  40. XVI
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  42. XVII
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  44. XVIII
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  46. XIX
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  48. XX
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  50. XXI
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  52. XXII
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  54. XXIII
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  56. XXIV
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  58. XXV
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  60. XXVI
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  62. XXVII
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  64. XXVIII
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  66. XXIX
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  68. XXX
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  70. XXXI
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  72. XXXII
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  74. XXXIII
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  76. XXXIV
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  78. XXXV
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  80. XXXVI
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  82. XXXVII
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  84. XXXVIII
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  86. XXXIX
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  88. XL
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  90. XLI
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  92. XLII
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  94. XLIII
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  96. XLIV
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  98. First Love
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  100. I
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  102. II
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  104. III
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  106. IV
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  108. V
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  110. VI
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  112. VII
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  114. VIII
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  116. IX
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  118. X
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  120. XI
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  122. XII
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  124. XIII
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  126. XIV
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  128. XV
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  130. XVI
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  132. XVII
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  134. XVIII
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  136. XIX
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  138. XX
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  140. XXI
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  142. XXII
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  144. Mumu
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  147. Endnotes
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Gemma began at once to wait upon her; she moistened her forehead with eau-de-Cologne, gently blew on it, gently kissed her cheek, made her lay her head on a pillow, forbade her to speak, and kissed her again. Then, turning to Sanin, she began telling him in a half-joking, half-tender tone what a splendid mother she had, and what a beauty she had been. '"Had been," did I say? she is charming now! Look, look, what eyes!'

Gemma instantly pulled a white handkerchief out of her pocket, covered her mother's face with it, and slowly drawing it downwards, gradually uncovered Frau Lenore's forehead, eyebrows, and eyes; she waited a moment and asked her to open them. Her mother obeyed; Gemma cried out in ecstasy (Frau Lenore's eyes really were very beautiful), and rapidly sliding the handkerchief over the lower, less regular part of the face, fell to kissing her again. Frau Lenore laughed, and turning a little away, with a pretence of violence, pushed her daughter away. She too pretended to struggle with her mother, and lavished caresses on her—not like a cat, in the French manner, but with that special Italian grace in which is always felt the presence of power.

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