To-night, when they began to knock here, and you were still sleeping, I suddenly understood that my husband, my children--all these were simply temporary...

I love you, very much"-- she found my hand and shook it with the same new, unfamiliar grasp--"but do you hear how they are knocking there?
They are knocking, and something seems to be falling, some kind of walls seem to be falling--and it is so spacious, so wide, so free.

It is night now, and yet it seems to me that the sun is shining.

I am thirty years of age, and I am old already, and yet it seems to me that I am only seventeen, and that I love some one with my first love--a great, boundless love." "What a night!" I said.

"It is as if the city were no more.