"But the events evolved in a completely unpredictable way. We came into the room, he closed the door behind us and offered to lie down. He didn’t dress himself, and he didn’t tell us anything about it. Alena was not afraid, and I thought nothing terrible would happen to me. When we lay down on his huge bed, Mikhail took Turgenev’s “Groza” (two copies) from underneath his pillow and asked us to read it out loud.

I am one in this story embarrassed by "Groza" Turgeneva?