A Day and Night in the Aul of Biyuk-Dorte

“...The news of the terrible battle at the Alma truly and to the very depths of his soul shook him (the reader has already, of course, made sure that Muratov is a good man). And then neither the tears of dear Liza, who held him close, clasped him in her arms, and begged him to stay, nor the sweet, sensual habit of her lips, shoulders, and hands, of the rustle of her clothes—word for word, of everything that only quite recently had been strange to him and alluring in its unattainability (after all, they had been married for only a year and a half!)—nor his work in agronomy, nor the greenhouse, nor the couch—nothing could keep him.
And here he is—the militiaman! …”