First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 16 Page 7

I utter, you are all ready to die at my feet, I hold you in my power � but out there, by the fountain, by that splashing water, stands and waits he whom I love, who holds me in his power. He has neither rich raiment nor precious stones, no one knows him, but he awaits me, and is certain I shall come – and I shall come – and there is no power that could stop me when I want to go out to him, and to stay with him, and be lost with him out there in the darkness of the garden, under the whispering of the trees, and the splash of the fountain � ’ Zina�da ceased.

‘Is that a made-up story?’ Malevsky inquired slyly. Zina�da did not even look at him.

‘And what should we have done, gentlemen?’ Lushin began suddenly, ‘if we had been among the guests,