Leo Tolstoy. The Kreutzer Sonata (№ 297047)

Because awful was that I was recognized for an undoubted, the full right over her body as if it were my body, and I also felt that I possess this body can not, that it's not mine and she could dispose of them as he wants, and wants to dispose of them is not the way I want. And I can't do anything to him or her. He, like Vanka-klutznick before the gallows, sing a song about how sugar lips was kissed and stuff. And top of it. And it is still less is there anything I can do. If she didn't but wants to, and I know that he wants something even worse: it would be better made, so I knew that there was no suspense. I couldn't say what I wanted. I wanted that she did not want what she must want. And it was crazy!