The Torrents of Spring, Chapter 34

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​⁠“Ah, I beg your pardon!” she said with a smile half-embarrassed, half-ironical, instantly taking hold of one end of a plait of her hair and fastening on Sanin her large, grey, clear eyes.

“I did not think you had come yet.”

“Sanin, Dmitri Pavlovitch—known him from a boy,” observed Polozov, as before not turning towards him and not getting up, but pointing at him with one finger.

“Yes…. I know…. You t