Ivan Turgenev

“ And Marfa Timofyevna ran off without putting on her cap.
Lavretsky walked quickly up to Lisa.
"Lisa," he began in a voice of entreaty, "we are parting for ever, my heart is torn,--give me your hand at parting."
Lisa raised her head, her wearied eyes, their light almost extinct, rested upon him . . . . "No," she uttered, and she drew back the hand she was holding out. "No, Lavretsky (it was the first time she had used this name) , I will not give you my hand. What is the good? Go away, I beseech you. You know I love you . . . yes, I love you," she added with an effort; "but no . . . no." ”

“ Lavretsky dropped into a chair.
"Well, sit down, sit down," the old lady went on. "Did you come straight up-stairs? Well, there, of course. So . . . you came to see me? Thanks."
The old lady was silent for a little; Lavretsky did not know what to say to her; but she understood him.
"Lisa . . . yes, Lisa was here just now," pursued Marfa Timofyevna, tying and untying the tassels of her reticule. "She was not quite well. Shurotchka, where are you? Come here, my girl; why can't you sit still a little? My head aches too. It must be the effect of the singing and music." ”

“ Oh, my dear, it's hard for you, I know; but there, it's not easy for any one. Once I used to envy the flies; I thought it's for them it's good to be alive but one night I heard a fly complaining in a spider's web--no, I think, they too have their troubles. There's no help, Fedya; but remember your promise all the same. Good-bye."
Lavretsky went down the back staircase, and had reached the gates when a man-servant overtook him.
"Marya Dmitrievna told me to ask you to go in to her," he commenced to Lavretsky.
"Tell her, my boy, that just now I can't--" Fedor Ivanitch was beginning. ”