"The lights were put out in the house; all sounds died away; only the nightingale filled with song all this bright, silent, unencompassable space. 'What a night! What a glorious night!' thought the count, drawing deep into his lungs the fresh and fragrant air of the garden. 'But there's something amiss. I seem to be dissatisfied with myself and others, dissatisfied with life itself. What a dear sweet girl she is! Perhaps she really was offended....' Here his musings took a new turn; now he saw himself in the garden with the country girl in the most odd and varied situations; then the country girl was supplanted by Minna. 'What a fool I was! I ought to have simply seized her round the waist and kissed her!' And with this regret in mind, the count went back to his room."
"Two Hussars," Tolstoy 1856
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