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I was sixteen then It happened in the summer of 1833

I lived in Moscoith my parents They had taken a country house for the suardens I was preparing for the university, but did not work much and was in no hurry

No one interfered withwith et used to the idea that he had fallen 'like a boishly in bed with an expression of exasperation on his face for days together My father treated me with careless kindness; h she had no children except me; other cares co and very handsome, had married her from mercenary considerations; she was ten years older than he My itated, jealous and angry, but not in my father's presence; she was very much afraid of him, and he was severe, cold, and distant in his behaviour I have never seen a

I shall never forget the first weeks I spent at the country house The weather was nificent; we left town on the 9th of May, on St Nicholas's day I used to walk about in our garden, in the Neskutchny gardens, and beyond the town gates; I would take some book with me--Keidanov's Course, for instance--but I rarely looked into it, and reat deal of poetry by heart; my blood was in a ferment and my heart ached--so sweetly and absurdly; I was all hope and anticipation, was a little frightened of so, and was on the tiptoe of expectation;rapidly about the same fancies, like martins about a bell-tower at dawn; I dreah the sadness, inspired by a rass in spring the delicious sense of youth and effervescent life

I had a horse to ride; I used to saddle it allop and fancy aily the histled inradiance and blue into my soul, that opened wide to welcome it