Dream Tales and Prose Poems by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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on my feet. She stopped before me and again folded her hands. I grew more
composed and looked into her face; as before it expressed submissive sadness. 'Where are we?' I asked. I did not recognise the country about me. 'Far from your home, but you can be there in an instant.' 'How can that be done? by trusting myself to you again?' 'I have done you no harm and will do you none. Let us fly till dawn, that is all. I can bear you away wherever you fancy--to the ends of the earth. Give yourself up to me! Say only: "Take me!"' 'Well ... take me!' She again pressed close to me, again my feet left the earth--and we were flying. VI 'Which way?' she asked me. 'Straight on, keep straight on.' 'But here is a forest.' 'Lift us over the forest, only slower.' |
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