That's the way, my girl!" said the father, instructively.
She became thoughtful as she listened to his impressive speech.

Robust and strong, Lubov was thinking of marriage more and more frequently of late, for she saw no other way out of her loneliness.

The desire to forsake her father and go away somewhere in order to study something, to do something.

This desire she had long since overcome, even as she conquered in herself many another longing just as keen, but shallow and indefinite.

From the various books she had read a thick sediment remained within her, and though it was something live it had the life of a protoplasm.