First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 21 Page 10

I had grown much older during the last month; and my love, with all its transports and sufferings, struck me myself as something small and childish and pitiful beside this other unimagined something, which I could hardly fully grasp, and which frightened me like an unknown, beautiful, but menacing face, which one strives in vain to make out clearly in the half-darkness� .

A strange and fearful dream came to me that same night. I dreamed I went into a low dark room� . My father was standing with a whip in his hand, stamping with anger; in the corner crouched Zina�da, and not on her arm, but on her forehead, was a stripe of red � while behind them both towered Byelovzorov, covered with blood; he opened his white lips, and wrathfully threatened my father.

Two months later, I entered the