I looked round instinctively, stood still and took off my cap.
I saw my father and Zinaida.
They were riding side by side.
My father was saying something to her, bending right over to her, his hand propped on the horses' neck, he was smiling.
Zinaida listened to him in silence, her eyes severely cast down, and her lips tightly pressed together.
At first I saw them only; but a few instants later, Byelovzorov came into sight round a bend in the glade, he was wearing a hussar's uniform with a pelisse, and riding a foaming black horse.
The gallant horse tossed its head, snorted and pranced from side to side, his rider was at once holding him in and spurring him on.
I stood aside.
My father gathered up the reins, moved away from Zinaida, she slowly raised her eyes to him, and both galloped off ... Byelovzorov flew after them, his sabre clattering behind him.
'He's as red as a crab,' I reflected, 'while she ... why's she so pale? out riding the whole morning, and pale?'