"And besides this, - he thought at the same time, - who prevents me from being happy in love with the woman, in the happiness of family life?" And young imagination portrayed to him even more charming future: "Me and my wife whom I love like no one has ever loved anyone on the Earth, we always live amongst this quiet, poetic country nature, with children, perhaps with the old aunt, we have our mutual love, love for children, and we both know, that our destination is the good. We help each other to reach this aim. I make general orders, give general justful grants, arrange farms, savings banks, workshops, and she, with her little pretty head, in simple white dress, pulling it up under her slim leg, is going along the muddy road to the village school, to the hospital, to the miserable peasant, who, honestly speaking, does not deserve any help, and she gives compassion and help everywhere... Children, old people, women adore her and look at her like she is an angel or the hand of God. Then she comes back and covers up her visit to the miserable peasant and that she gave money to him, but I know everything, and i hug her tight, and kiss tightly her pretty eyes, shamefacedly blushing cheeks and smiling rosy lips"
