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Yes, it was the same thing over and over again. 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.

And this is incomprehensible, and that's why it annoys them.

Whatever our destiny is or may be, we have made it ourselves, and

we do not complain of it," he said, in the word we linking

himself with Anna. "No, they must needs teach us how to live.