“A sunbeam filtering through the blind shed a gentle light on her soft golden hair, on her pure throat, on her tranquil breast. It seemed to me that I had known her for a long time, and that before her I had known nothing and had not lived."And here I am sitting opposite her," I was thinking, "I have met her; I know her. God, what happiness !" I almost leapt from my chair in ecstasy.”
Turguenev, Ivan.
