Leo Tolstoy. The Kreutzer Sonata (№ 297049)

I looked at the children, her swollen bruised face and the first time I forgot myself, my rights, my pride, the first time I saw her in person. And so insignificant seemed all that offended me, all my jealousy, and so much that I did what I wanted to reconnect face to her hand and say, "I'm Sorry!" - but dared not.