Character: Madame Forestier

Nothing can compare the joy of the first handshake, when one hand asks: "do You love me?" - and the other replies: "Yes, I love you."

Understand me well. Marriage for me is not a chain, but a cooperation. This means that I have complete freedom of action that I don't have to account for their actions, don't have to tell where I'm going. I can't stand no tails, no jealousy, no morals. Of course, I agree not to compromise the man, whose name I will wear, not to put him in a false and ridiculous. But even he sees in me a servant, humble and obedient wife, but ally, his equal in everything. I know that my views might seem too bold, but I will not back down. That's all.

Dear friend, a man in love ceases to exist for me. He becomes stupid, more than that: it becomes a threat. With those who love me as a woman or pretending to be in love, I'm breaking up all relations, first, because they get bored, and secondly, because I'm afraid of them, like mad dogs, who are always ready to pounce. I question their moral quarantine as long as they do not cure. Remember that. I know perfectly well that for you love is like a hunger, but for me it is something like a spiritual connection, which does not believe men. Are you satisfied with the forms of its manifestation, and spirit is important to me.