Olenka, the daughter of the retired collegiate assessor, Plemyanniakov, was sitting in her back porch, lost in thought. It was hot, the flies were persistent and teasing, and it was pleasant to ref…| This Reading Life
They drove out of the town at half past eight in the morning. The road was dry, the wonderful April sun was very warm, but there was still snow in the ditches and the woods. The fierce, dark, long …| This Reading Life