The Torrents of Spring, Chapter 25

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠Almost running, Sanin returned to his hotel room. He felt, he knew that only there, only by himself, would it be clear to him at last what was the matter, what was happening to him. And so it was; directly he had got inside his room, directly he had sat down to the writing-table, with both elbows on the table and both hands pressed to his face, he cried in a sad and choked voice, “I love her, love