First love

Author: Turgenev
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Publish Date: 2004-07-01
Features: "A second time always stays in one's memory for a lifetime. A second love, a letter, a tear. And beautiful dreams are like thin glass, shattered in the sorrow of a second time. The taste of first love, do you still vaguely remember that first love from back then, that unforgettable love? This book, written by Turgenev, invites us to quickly step into these beautiful stories. The guests had already left, it was past half past twelve, and only the host, Sergei Nikolaevich, and Vladimir Podrovich remained in the room. The main thing was to ring for the maid, as it was time to clear the dishes. "This is settled," he whispered, sinking deep into his armchair and lighting a cigar, slowly taking a drag. We all had to share our stories of first love. Whose? Let's start with Sergei Nikolaevich. Sergei Nikolaevich was round and plump, with a round face and light yellow hair. He quietly glanced at the host, then looked up and stared straight at the ceiling. "I've never had a first love," he said after a while, but rather went straight into a second. "What's going on?" "Nothing special. The first time I pursued a lovely young lady, I was just eighteen years old. The way I courted her was just like how I later courted other women, as if I had already been a seasoned lover. Seriously. I fell in love with the nanny when I was six years old—that was my first love, and the only time I truly loved. However, that was a very, very long time ago—even how many things happened between us, I've already forgotten. Even if I remember, who would be interested in the story of a nanny and a child?"