What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?


The Works of Iván Turgénieff: First love and other stories. The Jew and other stories (ed. 1903)


What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called...

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called...

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called...

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called...