Character: Juliet

She decided to get married (and it absolutely was not excluded, because for postgraduate students, existing on a stipend, she was pretty, very pretty), her works <...> will go to pieces; she doesn't decide to tie the knot, her destiny is sure to be disheartened and unsociable, and the backlog of men who will be around her at every stage of their careers (increase needed: a man's got to feed his family). And besides, it would be difficult to defend a non-trivial choice: ancient languages - occupation, according to popular opinion, useless and tedious; it will be difficult to shrug off misunderstandings, as would a man. Non-trivial choice is the prerogative of men: he, as a rule, in any case finds a woman willing to join him in marriage. But not Vice versa.

So, what is the tribulation. It's a feeling as if you poured a bucket of concrete, which rapidly solidifies. To move hard. Get on the bus, off the bus, walk half a block to the house (as it is here?) is like to climb the rock.

How could I think of marrying him? One year in the role his wife - and I will be a humble idiot from those frightened look at her husband, when approached with a question. These are always despised, but now I understand how easy it is to come to this.