Not talk about the three years I spent in foreign lands. All the humiliations, all the humiliations suffered during that time have been etched in my mind indelibly; have completely hardened my heart and inspired me indifference and distrust of all human creatures. I learned to despise their hatred and their love even more, I’ve learned to smile when the pain tore my heart with claws of steel, I have learned to keep our heads held high, as would have wanted, shame, hide in the dust.

The long, empty days, away from all affection, which weigh like lead on his shoulders, crushing burden of darkness during the nights without sleep, the adulation given by greed, false sounding nauseous, jealousy of rivals whose irritating stubborn silence: all that I know.

Indeed, it was hard to eat bread abroad, and how many times I wet with my tears!

The only consolation, the only joy that I had, were the letters of Martha. He wrote frequently at certain times to every day, and more often found in them a postscript font Mark uneven and tormented. Oh, how I missed about them, how he devoured his least word!

Through these letters, lived with them, so to speak.

His life was not happy, God knows-but not so was the life! Often the misfortune fell upon them, then both Robert with all his might, Mary in their weakness, like two children without support, abandoned, and I had to step in to help with my advice and give them value.

Finally to the point I was familiar with their circle, which could have been recognized for his appearance and his voice to each of his servants, his friends, his acquaintances. Jonas’s aunt had for most vehement hatred for the old doctor deep affection, as to the indifferent crowd of burghers, from prying eyes and treacherous, which computed and calculated so exactly with his fingers Mark ruin them glacial reserve my contempt.