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First published January 1, 1959
"All of a sudden he blurted out: 'kiss me, Alexei!' 'You're drunk!' Velchaninov shouted, reeling back. 'So I am. But still you must kiss me. Go on, Alexei, do it!' [...] Suddenly [Velchaninov] bent down - for he towered a whole head over Trusotsky- and kissed him on the lips." (p.367-368)
I loved the fall so much, particularly the late fall after the harvest had been gathered in, when the year's work was finished, when the peasents began to visit each other in their cottages, where everyone was waiting for the winter. Then, everything becomes bleaker, the sky frowns with clouds, yellow leaves carpet the trails at the edge of the forest [...] and the trees look throught the fog like giants, like horrible, frightening ghosts. (p.111)