“I told him about my first love. After that we were silent for a long time. Finally, he spoke quietly, as if saying to himself:- No, my first love was different. Or rather, there was no love here at all, there was hatred. I was then sixteen years old. For years, I was no longer a boy. But I was brought up at home, among women, I was neither at school nor at the gymnasium. Therefore, I did not know life at all, I was timid, shy, always deepened in myself. However, I read a lot and dreamed a lot…”