First Love
                                                            
                                    
                                            Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev 
                                    
                                
                            9781465590152
                                1 pages
                            Library of Alexandria
                            
                            
                                
                         
                        
                                
Overview
                                The party had long ago broken up. The clock struck half-past twelve. There was left in the room only the master of the house and Sergei Nikolaevitch and Vladimir Petrovitch. The master of the house rang and ordered the remains of the supper to be cleared away. �And so it�s settled,� he observed, sitting back farther in his easy-chair and lighting a cigar; �each of us is to tell the story of his first love. It�s your turn, Sergei Nikolaevitch.� Sergei Nikolaevitch, a round little man with a plump, light-complexioned face, gazed first at the master of the house, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. �I had no first love,� he said at last; �I began with the second.�