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  1. THE TORRENTS OF SPRING
  2. * * *
  3. IVAN TURGENEV
  4. CONSTANCE GARNETT
  5. *
  6. Contents
  7. *
  8. The Torrents of Spring
  9. *
  10. I
  11. *
  12. II
  13. *
  14. III
  15. *
  16. IV
  17. *
  18. V
  19. *
  20. VI
  21. *
  22. VII
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  24. VIII
  25. *
  26. IX
  27. *
  28. X
  29. *
  30. XI
  31. *
  32. XII
  33. *
  34. XIII
  35. *
  36. XIV
  37. *
  38. XV
  39. *
  40. XVI
  41. *
  42. XVII
  43. *
  44. XVIII
  45. *
  46. XIX
  47. *
  48. XX
  49. *
  50. XXI
  51. *
  52. XXII
  53. *
  54. XXIII
  55. *
  56. XXIV
  57. *
  58. XXV
  59. *
  60. XXVI
  61. *
  62. XXVII
  63. *
  64. XXVIII
  65. *
  66. XXIX
  67. *
  68. XXX
  69. *
  70. XXXI
  71. *
  72. XXXII
  73. *
  74. XXXIII
  75. *
  76. XXXIV
  77. *
  78. XXXV
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  80. XXXVI
  81. *
  82. XXXVII
  83. *
  84. XXXVIII
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  86. XXXIX
  87. *
  88. XL
  89. *
  90. XLI
  91. *
  92. XLII
  93. *
  94. XLIII
  95. *
  96. XLIV
  97. *
  98. First Love
  99. *
  100. I
  101. *
  102. II
  103. *
  104. III
  105. *
  106. IV
  107. *
  108. V
  109. *
  110. VI
  111. *
  112. VII
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  114. VIII
  115. *
  116. IX
  117. *
  118. X
  119. *
  120. XI
  121. *
  122. XII
  123. *
  124. XIII
  125. *
  126. XIV
  127. *
  128. XV
  129. *
  130. XVI
  131. *
  132. XVII
  133. *
  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
  143. *
  144. Mumu
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  146. * * *
  147. Endnotes
  148. *

She laughed, but her laugh suddenly broke off, and she stayed motionless, as though her own words had suddenly struck her, and in her eyes, usually so gay and bold, there was a gleam of something like timidity, even like sadness.

'Snake! ah, she's a snake!' Sanin was thinking meanwhile; 'but what a lovely snake!'

'Give me my opera-glass,' Maria Nikolaevna said suddenly. 'I want to see whether this jeune première really is so ugly. Upon my word, one might fancy the government appointed her in the interests of morality, so that the young men might not lose their heads over her.'

Sanin handed her the opera-glass, and as she took it from him, swiftly, but hardly audibly, she snatched his hand in both of hers.

'Please don't be serious,' she whispered with a smile. 'Do you know what, no one can put fetters on me, but then you see I put no fetters on others. I love freedom, and I don't acknowledge duties—not only for myself. Now move to one side a little, and let us listen to the play.'

Maria Nikolaevna turned her opera-glass upon the stage, and Sanin proceeded to look in the same direction, sitting beside her in the half dark of the box, and involuntarily drinking in the warmth and fragrance of her luxurious body, and as involuntarily turning over and over in his head all she had said during the evening—especially during the last minutes.

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The play lasted over an hour longer, but Maria Nikolaevna and Sanin soon gave up looking at the stage. A conversation sprang up between them again, and went on the same lines as before; only this time Sanin was less silent. Inwardly he was angry with himself and with Maria Nikolaevna; he tried to prove to her all the inconsistency of her 'theory,' as though she cared for theories! He began arguing with her, at which she was secretly rejoiced; if a man argues, it means that he is giving in or will give in. He had taken the bait, was giving way, had left off keeping shyly aloof! She retorted, laughed, agreed, mused dreamily, attacked him ... and meanwhile his face and her face were close together, his eyes no longer avoided her eyes.... Those eyes of hers seemed to ramble, seemed to hover over his features, and he smiled in response to them—a smile of civility, but still a smile. It was so much gained for her that he had gone off into abstractions, that he was discoursing upon truth in personal relations, upon duty, the sacredness of love and marriage.... It is well known that these abstract propositions serve admirably as a beginning ... as a starting-point....

People who knew Maria Nikolaevna well used to maintain that when her strong and vigorous personality showed signs of something soft and modest, something almost of maidenly shamefacedness, though one wondered where she could have got it from ... then ... then, things were taking a dangerous turn.