Marie Tarnowska

Where shall I begin? Wait, let me think--ah, yes! Where I fell asleep that day in the garden, on the swing. I remember it was a hot day even in Otrada; almost as hot as it is he...

No; fate had doomed me to wander through the world carrying with me the hated money in Elise's abominable satchel! At the bitterness of this thought I dropped my face in my hand...

Alas, I am not a heroine; I threw away the red-hot iron; we bound up the wounds--which, after they had been washed, looked insignificant and harmless enough--and determined to g...

I closed the door behind me. I felt no more fear of Prilukoff. I felt no more fear of any one or anything. My heart seemed turned to stone. And as I stood thus, some one else kn...

And that was what took place. And not on that evening only. Prilukoff installed himself, during long days and evenings, in my apartments, and refused to go away. Very often he d...

And while little Tioka laughs and claps his hands, I, his mother, sink ever deeper and deeper into the gulf of despair; and crime, like a sea of mire, closes its corrupt waves o...

I was meditating on what sum to mention, when I felt the touch of a hand upon my shoulder. Startled, I turned, and raised my eyes. Before me stood a man--dark, rather tall, with...

Yet sometimes I dream that it is all not true, that he still lives, that one day the door of my cell will open, and the lover of my youth appear to me again. I shall see him sta...

Trembling and weeping I followed the sinister procession, and with Cousin Vera and Madame Stahl entered Bozevsky's room. Now I stood, silently praying, at the foot of the bed. B...

Night and day he followed me like a shadow--or rather, should I say, like a blaze of light. In whatever direction I turned I was sure to encounter his radiant smile and his flas...

Seeing the look of horror which I turned upon him, he continued: "For goodness' sake don't let us behave like romantic fools. We are not a pair of poetic assassins in a play, ar...

When at last the fragile infant--my son!--lay in my arms, he seemed to me sufficient to fill my entire life. I nursed him into ever-growing wonder and beauty. Day by day he seem...

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The train still rushes along, beating rhythmic time to many tunes that are in my head; I gaze out of the window, at the whirling landscape that swings past like a giant chess-bo...