First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 16 Page 15

The air blew in a gust for an instant; a streak of fire flashed across the sky; it was a star falling. ‘Zina�da?’ I wanted to call, but the word died away on my lips. And all at once everything became profoundly still around, as is often the case in the middle of the night� . Even the grasshoppers ceased their churr in the trees – only a window rattled somewhere. I stood and stood, and then went back to my room, to my chilled bed. I felt a strange sensation; as though I had gone to a tryst, and had been left lonely, and had passed close by another’s happiness.