by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev (Author)
The doctor has just left me. At last I have got at something definite For all his cunning, he had to speak out at last. Yes, I am soon, very soon, to die. The frozen rivers will break up, and with the last snow I shall, most likely, swim away ... whither? God knows To the ocean too. Well, well, since one must die, one may as well die in the spring. But isn't it absurd to begin a diary a fortnight, perhaps, before death? What does it matter?
Number of Pages: 102
Dimensions: 0.21 x 9.02 x 5.98 IN
Publication Date: November 07, 2015
