Character: Severin. Page 2

We are attracted and driven by some sort of sweet and sad, mysterious power, and under its influence, we cease to think, feel, wish - we let her push herself, even without asking where.

Love knows no virtue, no merit. She loves and forgives and suffers everything, because otherwise can not.

What happiness to cling lips to her lips, stopping at her arms and see her then, when she, all weary, all surrendering to me, resting on my chest, and our eyes, dazed by the ecstasy of passion, drowning in each other.
I can't comprehend, I can't believe this woman is mine, all mine...

Fur. They have some physical charm that nobody can resist, which is a sharp, strange charm.

- So I want.
Excellent. It is the words of men. Here is my hand.

Who lets itself whip - he deserves to be whipped.

The woman made her nature and what she brings at present a man is his enemy. It can only be either a slave to it, or despot, but never his friend, companion. We have only one option - to be or hammer, or anvil.

Love knows no virtue, no merit. She loves, forgives and suffers everything, because otherwise you can't.

True love can only be what is above us, a woman who will subordinate us to himself by the power of beauty, temperament, intelligence, willpower, which will be our despot.

The days stretch lazily in the small Carpathian resort. Don't see anybody, nobody sees you. Bored to the point that the idyll even sit down to write. I here so much entertainment that I could put a whole gallery of paintings, could provide the theatre with new plays for the whole season, a dozen virtuosos to write concertos, trios and duos, but - what am I talking about! in the end, I only have time to stretch the canvas, smooth out the sheets of paper to Ruslanovich music books, because I... Ah! but without false shame, a friend of Severin! Lie to others, but it himself to deceive you will fail. So, I'm nothing like a dilettante: a dilettante in painting, in poetry, in music, and in some of those so-called beskhlebny arts, which in our days to their priests provide the revenue Minister and even sovereign Prince; but first of all I am an Amateur in life.
I lived until now, as well as paintings and books, that is never left on the primer plan, the first act of the first stanza. There are such people who always just start and never finish, and I'm one of those people.