Vsevolod Krestovsky. Petersburg slums (№ 277072)

There are two kinds of love - and love is sincere, good and honest. One likes something and because of something another - for nothing and for no reason. The love that arises because of consciousness of any moral virtues of man, not coming directly from the heart; it is initially logically develops the mental consciousness and the head moves deliberately in a sense. The other originates directly in the heart, without any interference of the head, which begins to work and then inventing all sorts of virtues and moral perfection for the chosen subject. This is "the desire - born of disease", in the apt words of the poet. But ask first, this last love: what does she like? and you will never get a different answer, as only the following: love, because you can. And it will be the only sincere answer, because such love itself is the purpose and reason itself is an excuse. This love is purely physical. It is a fact and to deny it is impossible, as impossible and to find a logically correct reasons for what and why she loves.