Koznyshev walked by her side and did not cease admiring her. Looking at her he remembered all the charming things he had heard her say, and all he knew of her that was good, and he grew more and more conscious that what he felt for her was something rare, something he had felt but once before, a long, long time ago, when he was very young.
Sergio Ivanovich, a su lado, la miraba sin cesar, recordando las agradables conversaciones que había mantenido con ella y comprendiendo cada vez más claramente que experimentaba por la joven un sentimiento especial, que ya sintiera otra vez, mucho tiempo hacía, en su primera juventud. Sí, sólo una vez...