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The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories
The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories Author:Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THREE MEETINGS Passa que' colli e vieni allegramente; Non ti curar di tanta compania— Vieni pensando a me segretamente— Ch'io t' accompagna per tutta la via.1... more » DURING the whole course of the summer, I had gone a-hunting nowhere so frequently as to the large village of Glinnoe, situated twenty versts from my hamlet. In the environs of this village there are, in all probability, the very best haunts of game in all our county. After having tramped through all the adjacent bush-plots and fields, I invariably, toward the end of the day, turned aside into the neighbouring marsh, almost the only one in the countryside, and thence returned to my cordial host, the Elder of Glinnoe, with whom I always stopped. It is not more than two versts from the marsh to Glinnoe; the entire road runs through a valley, and only midway of the distance is one compelled to cross a small hillock. On the crest of this hillock lies a homestead, consisting of one uninhabited littlemanor-house and a garden. It almost always happened that I passed it at the very acme of the sunset glow, and I remember, that on every such occasion, this house, with its hermetically-sealed windows, appeared to me like a blind old man who had come forth to warm himself in the sunh'ght. He is sitting, dear man, close to the highway; the splendour of the sunlight has long since been superseded for him by eternal gloom; but he feels it, at least, on his upturned and outstretched face, on his flushed cheeks. It seemed as though no one had lived in the house itself for a long time; but in a tiny detached wing, in the courtyard, lodged a decrepit man who had received his freedom, tall, stooping, and grey- haired, with expressive and impassive features. He was always sitting on a bench in front of the wing's solitary little window, g...« less