Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. A hero of our time (№ 696)

The Princess seems to be one of those women who want to be amused; if two minutes in a row it will be next to you bored, you've lost irretrievably: your silence ought to excite her curiosity, your conversation is never to satisfy it completely; you should alarm her every minute; ten times publicly for you to disregard the opinion and call it a sacrifice, and so reward yourself for it, will be to torture you - and then just say she doesn't like you. If you're over her will not get power, even her first kiss will not give you the right to second; she with thee will Nakonechnaya plenty, and two years later would marry a freak of obedience to the mother, and will assure herself that she was unhappy that she was only human and loved, that is you, but the sky didn't want to connect it with him because he was wearing a soldier's cloak, although beneath that thick, grey cloak beat a heart, passionate and noble...