At our wedding ceremony, my husband, the regiment commander, tried to comfort his crying first love by forcing me to kneel before her in front of everyone.
When I refused, he ordered his soldiers to drag me out of the hall.
To the cheers of all the guests, he put the wedding ring that was supposed to be mine on her finger.
Someone told him to stop and hurry after me.
But he said, completely unconcerned:
"Don't worry, she won't be mad. She can't live without me!"
So I took the bridal corsage from my chest right there and withdrew our marriage application.
Then, without another moment's hesitation, I signed the pledge to serve in the frontier regions.
