Leo Tolstoy,
Katia — Chapter V
“ Whether I have loved before? is that it?" he said, instantly divining my thought. " It is easy to tell you that. No, I have not loved. Never has such a feeling ... So, do you not see how imperative it was for me to reflect, before telling you that I loved you? What am I giving you? Love, it is true..." " Is that so little?" I asked, looking into his face. " Yes, that is little, my darling, little for you. You have beauty and youth. Often, at night, I cannot sleep for happiness; I am incessantly thinking how we are going to live together. ”
