Ivan Turgenev,
The Diary of a Superfluous Man
“ Bless you!' Bizmyonkov interrupted her.She pressed his hand.'You are very good, Bizmyonkov,' she went on;' you are good as an angel. What can I do! I feel I shall love him to the grave. I have forgiven him, I am grateful to him. God give him happiness! May God give him a wife after his own heart'--and her eyes filled with tears--'if only he does not forget me, if only he will sometimes think of his Liza!--Let us go,' she added, after a brief silence. ”
