Book: First love

The main thing: to live a normal life and not to succumb to passion. And then what good is it? Where would be a wave nor have suffered all evil; even though the person on the stone stand, but on their feet.

She gazes and thinks: you are all, gentlemen, noble, clever, and rich, and you surrounded me, you cherish my every word, you are all ready to die at my feet, I own you... And there, near the fountain, near the lapping water, standing and waiting for me the one whom I love, whom my heart owns. There's not a rich dress, nor precious stones, no one knows him, but he's waiting for me and I am sure that I will come, and I will come, and there is no power that could stop me when I want to go to him and stay with him, and lost him there, in the darkness of the garden, under the rustling trees, the splash of the fountain...

It was all over. All my flowers were torn out again and lay around me, scattered and trampled.

This is love, I told myself again, sitting at night in front of his Desk, which already started to appear notebooks and books - it's a passion!.. As don't seem to resent how to carry a blow from whatever had happened. from the prettiest hands! And, apparently, you can, if you like... And I... I was dreaming...

She sympathized with him a little bit going on here over him; it is poorly believed him and, after listening to his outpourings, made him read Pushkin, to, as she said, to clear the air.

I would have advised the Queen not to give balls when she was not up to guests.

I am not able to convey the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it happening ever again; but I thought it would be unhappy myself if I had never experienced.

I took advantage of the fact that she had not raised her eyes, and began to examine it, furtively at first, then bolder and bolder. Her face seemed even lovelier than before: so everything in it was subtle, clever and cute. She had her back to the window, curtained with white Stora; a ray of sunshine, breaking through this store, poured the soft light of her fluffy Golden hair, her innocent neck, sloping shoulders and delicate, calm the chest. I looked at her and the road and how close was she to me!

My heart was fairly leaping; I was very ashamed and fun: I felt an unprecedented excitement.

"My son," wrote he to me, fear the love of women, fear that happiness, that poison...

About youth! Youth!.. Maybe the whole secret of your charm lies not in the ability to do everything, but to think that all will.

- You do not think whether I love him, ' she said to me another time. - No; I cannot love, I have to look from the top down. I have need that he would have me broke... but I did not stumble, God is merciful! Don't let anyone in paws, a no-no!

- Freedom, - he repeated, - and did you know that a man can give freedom?
What?
- Will, self-will, and the power it will give, which is better than freedom. Know how to want - and be free, and will command.

Take for yourself what you can, and don't be; to belong to oneself - the whole savour of life.