Everyone, his mother, his brother, everyone thought fit to interfere in the affairs of his heart.
This interference aroused in him a feeling of angry hatred--a feeling he had rarely known before.
" What business is it of theirs? Why does everybody feel called upon to concern himself about me? And why do they worry me so? Just because they see that this is something they can't understand.
If it were a common, vulgar, worldly intrigue, they would have left me alone.
They feel that this is something different, that this is not a mere pastime, that this woman is dearer to me than life.

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