They sat down, Bersyenev taking his seat on the old sofa, with Elena by his side. The landlord's wife and daughter crouched on the threshold; all were silent, all were smiling awkwardly, and none could say why they smiled... they would all have liked to say some parting words for the occasion, but they felt that at such a moment it was only possible to talk trivialities, that anything significant or clever, almost that any word of feeling, would somehow seem false and out of place. Insarov was the first to get up.
[On The Eve, Turgenev, I. S.]
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