The grass grew here to a great height--the apple-trees were of a fine age, and the sun in squares and circles and stars of light flashed like fire through the thick green.
He stepped forward, blinded by the quivering gold, and walked into the arms of Marie Ivanovna.

He, quite literally, ran against her and put his arms about her for a moment to steady her, not seeing who she was.
Then he gave a little cry.
She was also frightened.

"It was the only time," he told me, "that I had ever seen her show fear." They were silent, neither of them knowing the way to speak.
Then she said: "John, don't r-run away.

It is very good.

I wanted to speak to you.