First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 21 Page 7

My heart sinking with panic, with a sort of awe-struck horror, I rushed back, and running down the lane, almost letting go my hold of Electric, went back to the bank of the river. I could not think clearly of anything. I knew that my cold and reserved father was sometimes seized by fits of fury; and all the same, I could never comprehend what I had just seen� . But I felt at the time that, however long I lived, I could never forget the gesture, the glance, the smile, of Zina�da; that her image, this image so suddenly presented to me, was imprinted for ever on my memory. I stared vacantly at the river, and never noticed that my tears were streaming. ‘She is beaten,’ I was thinking,� ‘beaten � beaten� .’

‘Hullo! what are you doing? Give me the mare!’ I heard my father’s voice saying behind me.