White Nights

Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing

In two minutes you have made me happy for ever.

. . Good-bye, thank you! . . . ”

“Surely . . . surely you don’t mean . . . that we shall never see each other again? . . . Surely this is not to be the end?”

“You see,” said the girl, laughing, “at first you only wanted two words, and now. . . . However, I won’t say anything . . . perhaps we shall meet. . . . ”

You . . . perhaps it was my fancy

and at home I did not feel like myself either.

and at home I did not feel like myself either.

They, of course, do not know me, but I know them. I know them intimately, I have almost made a study of their faces, and am delighted when they are gay, and downcast when they are under a cloud.

know them intimately, I have almost made a study of their faces, and am delighted when they are gay, and downcast when they are under a cloud.

They, of course, do not know me, but I know them.

I felt afraid of being left alone, and for three whole days I wandered about the town in profound dejection, not knowing what to do with myself.