White Nights and Other Stories / The Novels

Yes, Nastenka, one deceives oneself and unconsciously believes that real true passion is stirring one's soul; one unconsciously believes that there is something living, tangible in one's immaterial dreams! She suddenly stopped, left off laughing and began to count. The classic severity of every feature of her face gave a certain dignity and seriousness to her beauty. At last they parted and the two friends set off home.