"It's always puzzled me that i've never been a slave to the women i've loved. in fact, i've always mastered them, heart and soul, without even trying. why is it? is it because i never care deeply for anything, wihle they have gone in constant fear of losing me? Or is it the magnetic attraction of a strong personality? or have i simply never met a woman of real spirit?
I must confess i don't really like strong-willed women. that's not their role in life!
Actually, i do recall one occasion when i loved a woman with a will too strong for me to master. we parted enemies, though perhaps if i'd met her five years later we would have parted differently.

She never asked me to swear to be true or to say if i'd loved other women since we had parted. she turst me now as unthinkingly as before, and i won't decieve her. she is the one woman in the world i could never deceive. i know we shall soon part again, perhaps this time for ever. we shall each take our own road to the grave, but her memory will ever be sacred in my hear. i've told her this always and she believes me, though she says she doesn't. "

a reallyyy quick sketch of Vera, from the novel A Hero Of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov that we just finished reading in English.

she looks sad. but thats what you get for loving a douche bag!

(c) Mikhail Lermontov A Hero Of Our Time