Ivan Turgenev

The Jew

The colonel smiled, puffed out a coil of tobacco smoke between his moustaches, passed his hand over his grey hair, looked at us and
considered. We all had the greatest liking and respect for Nikolai Ilyitch,

The Dream

I was living at that time with my mother in a little seaside town. I was in my seventeenth year, while my mother was not quite five-and-thirty; she had married very young.