Book: Asya

And that's when she opened up, finally, in front of me, how captivating light lit her way as it was new to me, what secret charm shamefully it was apparent...

Tears welled up in my eyes, but it was not the tears of objectless rapture. What I felt was not something vague, more recently, tested the feeling of the comprehensive desires when the soul is growing, the sounds when she feels like she understands everything and everyone loves... Not! ignited in me a thirst for happiness. I haven't dared to call him by his name, - but happiness, happiness to satiety - that's what I wanted, that's what stew...

I looked into the soul: the secret oppression pressed her constantly, anxious, confused and fought inexperienced feelings, but the creature was to the truth. I understand why this strange girl I was attracted to: not only semi-wild beauty spilled around her delicate body, she was attracted to me her soul I liked.

The powder it's real. Still nobody liked it, but the trouble is, if it's someone I love!

Hello to you, humble corner of German lands, with your simple contentment, with its ubiquitous traces of a diligent owner, patient, slow work though... greetings to you and the world!

In short, she appeared to me polutoratonny being. Proud to the extreme, she attracted me even when I was angry at her.

By nature shy and timid, she was annoyed at his shyness and annoyance forcibly tried to be cheeky and brave, that she was not always possible.

... and it is here young freely flowed our speech, then hot, then pensive, excitable, but almost always the obscure speeches in which so readily bottled Russian people.

So a slight evaporation is negligible weed experiencing the joys and all the sorrows of man - is man himself.

Flattery and cowardice - the bad vices.

- You want to come to us? - said to me, Gagin, I think it's pretty we have seen enough of the Germans. We would, however, glass was smashed and broken chairs, but these are painfully modest.

- You are ambitious - I said, - you want to not live in vain, the trail left...
- Is it impossible?
"Impossible," almost repeating myself... But I looked into her bright eyes and said:
- Try.

Wrong started life to be wrong, but the heart of it is not spoiled, mind survived.

I felt happy... But from what I was happy? I wanted nothing, I thought... I was happy.